Summer in my memory

I loved summer. Girls my age would wear sandals, and at school and in the yard, I would always sneak glances at their bare feet, then mentally tickle them a couple of times for a bit of solace. I especially loved swimming lessons, where I could even see the little girls' feet. The boldest time was when I targeted someone I knew, finding an opportunity in the pool to tickle my elementary school classmate Jiang Lu's toes a few times, even giving her a light bite. Those were some of the few times I had that opportunity, but even so, it excited me for a while. My first exposure to audiovisual media was an anime called "Mashin Hero Wataru" (now officially translated as "Mashin Hero Wataru"). I discovered that classic scene while watching the anime while playing with toys: the little girl Simigu and the delinquent boy Kaibishi were kidnapped by bad guys and tied up in a secret room in the enemy's hideout for interrogation, of course, using the method of tickling the soles of feet. My little hands were holding toys in mid-air, staring blankly at the TV. That scene was like a pornographic film to me—embarrassing, something I dared not watch yet longed to see. It truly stirred up a secret within me, perfectly mirroring a scene from my dreams: a girl tied up with ropes and having her feet tickled. Although the tickling details weren't elaborated upon, the exquisite production of the characters' expressions and the excellent voice acting by Liaoning Art Troupe left an indelible impression on me as a young boy. I started binge-watching every episode, and after what seemed like an eternity, the entire series appeared to be rebroadcast. Then one day, in another episode, the protagonist Watano and the Tiger King were investigating a village when they were captured by a group of laughing villagers and subjected to a full-body tickling session, forced to laugh to avoid angering the village's evil god. Watano, hailed as the savior, could do nothing but succumb to the villagers' tickling and laugh maniacally, like an ordinary little boy. I felt deeply sorry for him and humiliated by the scene. This moment even gave me an urgent urge to urinate, so I put down my homework and rushed to the toilet. From then on, I became obsessed with finding "elements" from books, TV dramas, and cartoons, which I won't go into detail about here. Whenever I stumbled upon one, I treasured it and watched it repeatedly, imagining myself in its place. Even every night before bed, I would direct and act out a play containing these "elements" in bed, usually a story with a boy and girl as the main characters, full of fantasy and adventure elements, but ultimately returning to the theme of tickling. Whether as the perpetrator or the punished, I would try tickling different parts of my body. Although it wasn't that itchy, I enjoyed it nonetheless… Now, back to the main text. "What's wrong~? Koki~!" Momoe's soft call snapped me out of my reverie. "Ah! N-nothing, I'm looking for slippers…" I quickly looked away from her little feet and began aimlessly searching the floor. "Hehe~… I don't have slippers at home, I always go barefoot at home~! Just take off your shoes and come in~." Momoe explained to me. "Huh? Is that alright?" I was a little uneasy, not because my feet were dirty or smelly—I'm a very hygienic boy. It was just that I felt strange and a little embarrassed to be barefoot with a young girl at her house. "Hey, come in already! Don't dawdle!" Baihui said, turning and leaving, her small figure disappearing from the entryway. I could hear the crisp sound of bare feet hitting the floor, followed by the sound of a faucet being turned on—she must have gone to wash her hands. "Oh~.""I responded and gently put the soccer ball down. Then, I dawdled as I took off my soccer shoes, stared at my white soccer socks for a moment, then slowly pulled them off, rolled them up, and stuffed one sock into each shoe like Baihui did, before placing them on the shoe rack. Baihui's house was very big, at least much bigger than mine. Her house was very neat and clean, with no unnecessary clutter on the floor. I slowly walked through the hallway, standing barefoot on the living room floor, and didn't feel cold at all. Now I realize that her floor must have been made of very high-quality solid wood. The sound of running water was still there. Not wanting to stand alone in the living room, I headed towards the bathroom. The door was open. I was curious why she had been washing her hands for so long, but when I got to the door, I was dumbfounded. It turned out that this little girl hadn't washed her hands, but was washing her feet. Baihui wasn't very tall. She had one leg raised and placed in the sink in front of her, while the other foot was already half-standing on the tiled bathroom floor, looking somewhat strained, her bare little heel trembling slightly." Seeing me approach, she turned and smiled shyly at me while washing her feet. "Don't be surprised, my mom's a clean freak! I always wash my feet first when I get home, um...you should wash yours too..." After saying that, whether out of embarrassment washing her feet in front of me or because she was already finished, she turned off the tap, grabbed a towel, and wrapped it around her foot in the sink to dry it. Then, she lightly lifted her skirt, bringing her leg back to the floor, and handed me another dry towel. "Nobody uses this towel, here..." Seeing me somewhat dazed as I took the towel, the girl chuckled and brushed past me. I was a little speechless, but I still followed the rules of Baihui's family. However, I couldn't put my feet in their sink, so I cleaned them directly in the mop sink in the corner. It was strange; her bathroom even had a sink for cleaning mops. Thinking this, I finished washing and drying my feet and left the bathroom. I noticed Baihui mopping the living room floor with both hands, the area I had just passed. "What are you doing? My feet aren't dirty..." I said, a little embarrassed, watching her busy little figure. "Hehe~...It's not dirty, it's just that your feet were sweaty. There were footprints all over the floor just now!" Baihui finished mopping, holding the mop handle in one hand and pointing at the floor with the other, laughing and scolding me. "Th-that wasn't sweat! My socks were wet too!" I quickly explained. My feet wouldn't sweat if I hadn't played soccer, and I was quite embarrassed by her misunderstanding. "Whatever, I've cleaned it all up! Go sit on the sofa, I'll go get the card!" Baihui didn't care about my explanation at all, threw the mop into the bathroom sink, and ran off barefoot, seemingly in a great hurry to get the card. I walked over angrily and plopped down on the sofa. "Xiao Mu~! You should come in and look for it. I have a bunch of duplicates here, it's making my head spin!" Bai Hui called to me from her room, so I got up and went over. Her room was quite tidy, with a small bed and a bookshelf against the wall. There were a few plush toys on the bed, and a desk diagonally opposite. The room was quite spacious. Bai Hui was sitting cross-legged on a small rug in the middle of the room, with her wardrobe in the corner. She was fiddling with the Pokémon cards scattered all over the floor in front of her. I copied her and sat cross-legged opposite her, helping her sort through the scattered cards and look for any Pokémon I didn't have. If I had a card, I would mutter "Got it, got it," and then toss the card to her legs. This gave me a chance to glance at her feet hidden under her skirt. Her skirt barely covered half of her foot, and because it was pressed down by her leg, that half of her foot and five little toes were all rosy red, with what looked like carpet lint stuck to the soles of her toes. As Momoe reached for the cards further away, her little foot would occasionally stretch out, straining along with her, looking quite adorable. "So you have all the cards I have~, sigh~..." With a soft sigh, Momoe dejectedly tossed the neatly arranged cards onto the carpet. Unfortunately, after searching for a long time, she couldn't find one of the missing cards in her collection. "It's okay, I already said, the 'Dumb Flower' is yours." I generously comforted her. "How can that be? That's not fair to you~!" Momoe looked up at me, her eyes very serious, her insistent expression putting me on the defensive. "Uh, how about this, if you like this card, I'll tickle your soles ten times with this 'dumb flower' card, that'll be the trade~!" "Huh...?" It was a bold and cheeky remark, but I couldn't help but blurt it out. I seized this opportunity of being home alone with her, my itch acting up, and directly threw out this plan that I had just thought of and hadn't even formed yet, and even I couldn't believe my own directness. Baihui immediately froze, as if she didn't understand what I meant, or perhaps she understood completely but couldn't figure out how I could connect exchanging cards with tickling her soles, anyway, she stared at me blankly. "Y-you said you're going to tickle... my soles~?" Baihui repeated my meaning with a slight stutter, which made my cheeks instantly burn. "N-no way, forget it~!" The young me felt very embarrassed, even my tone changed, and I quickly tried to smooth things over. "N-no way~..." My attempt to steal a chicken backfired, and Baihui shyly refused me. She shrank back, completely covering half of her foot with her skirt, looking very nervous. Well, now I can't even look, let alone scratch her. "Okay~...then this card is for you~..." I said, my face flushed, dropping the card and getting up dejectedly. All I wanted to do was escape home and get away from this awkward situation. "Xiao Mu~, wait~!" Bai Hui called softly to me as I reached the bedroom door. "What is it now?" Was there a chance? My heart pounded, and I quickly turned to look at her, witnessing a scene I'll never forget. Bai Hui was still sitting obediently on the carpet, but she had already stretched out her two little feet, her heels gently resting on the scattered Pokémon, her bare soles raised, facing me standing in the doorway. Her small hands pressed down on the hem of her skirt, concealing her private parts. Little did she know that I, a young boy, had absolutely no interest in what was covered; my eyes were fixed on her two delicate, bare feet. The little girl's feet rested softly before me, so small and adorable. Her slightly upturned soles were pink and tender, while the arches were a pale white. The smooth soles were without a single crease, just like her slender figure. Her ten little toes were round and plump, with tiny gaps between each toe that let in a glimmer of light… “Ten, ten times, just ten!” Baihui said in a trembling voice, her tone suggesting a firm resolve, yet unable to hide her timidity and shyness. Her feet swayed from side to side. The rain continued to fall, and a cool breeze swept through, giving me goosebumps and invigorating me. I realized with a start that my little cow was already rock hard and burning hot! But it was pressed tightly against my cold thighs by my briefs! In that moment, I felt its intensity and reality for the first time! "Puberty Physiological Health Handbook..." I murmured in a voice so low I could barely hear myself. "You... you just said it wasn't possible! How come it's possible now~?" I slowly walked over, sat cross-legged back on the carpet, trying my best to maintain composure and not glance at her feet, only looking at her face. At the same time, I tried to cover my crotch with my hands to prevent Baihui from discovering my embarrassing state. "I, I'm ticklish on the soles of my feet~! So I have to think about it~..." Baihui glared at me reproachfully, saying somewhat embarrassedly. Her face was flushed red, probably as nervous and shy as I was. "Well... I'll tickle you~..." With that, I picked up the card from the carpet, pinched it between my thumb and forefinger, and gently scraped her bare foot from bottom to top with the corner of the card—"Ouch~! Giggle~..." Baihui shuddered and laughed! She immediately pulled her foot back, tickled so badly, and rubbed the sole of her foot vigorously with her little hand, as if that would make the ticklish feeling go away. "Hey~? That doesn't count~! You cheated, you have to let me tickle you ten times without moving~!" I quickly shouted, immediately making an even more outrageous demand of hers. "But you didn't say that before~!" Baihui still covered one foot with her little hand and argued. "No, no, let's start again! That one tickle doesn't count, it doesn't count!" I shook my head at her repeatedly, holding the card. "Okay, okay! I'll scratch you, I'll scratch you~!" she muttered, reluctantly pulling her leg back. This back-and-forth of setting the rules actually made us less awkward than before. Baihui probably just wanted me to finish the ten scratches quickly to get the card, while I was still reveling in the surprise of seeing her pull her leg back from the tickling... "This time you can't move, one~""..." I counted, drawing out the words, while simultaneously using the corner of a card to strike the sole of her foot again, this time quickly scraping the back of her foot. "Ugh~ --" Baihui covered her mouth, her small body leaning back, managing to withstand the impact. Her heel pressed firmly against the pile of cards, turning her once rosy heel slightly pale. At the same time, she immediately curled her feet up, her toes bending towards me. "Hey? Don't curl up, don't curl up~!" I quickly gave her orders, establishing a new rule. "You're so mean~!" Baihui released her hand from her mouth and scolded me, then obediently opened her feet, this time spreading her toes wide, letting me continue. "Two~ ... Three~ ... Four~ ..." "Ouch~ ... Hiss~ ... Huff~ ..." I counted like this, the hard corner of the card scraping across the back of her foot again and again. Momoe's little body arched back and forth from the tickling, her little hands no longer bothering to cover her mouth, she just braced herself on the carpet. Her little mouth hissed and panted incessantly, her big eyes tightly shut, her face contorted with obvious discomfort. Her little head swayed back and forth with each tickle on her soles, her twin ponytails flying from side to side… “Five… Six… Seven…” “Giggle… Ugh… Hee hee… It tickles so much…” I cherished these last few tickles, using the corner of my toe clip to rub from her heel to her toes, creating an arc along her entire sole, completely disregarding the rule of “only tickling the soles.” Unfortunately, Momoe seemed to have forgotten our earlier agreement because of the tickling, or perhaps she just wanted to end it quickly, stubbornly resisting the urge to tickle. Her little mouth was already giggling, laughing and complaining, perhaps regretting the deal... "Eight, nine, ten~!" "Waaaaaah~...!" I suddenly changed tactics, using the corner of the card to target the other untouched foot. That foot, which had been limp to one side, was trembling reflexively, but it was suddenly attacked and didn't even have time to react before I fiercely and quickly scratched the sole of her foot three times! Baihui's arms went weak from the tickling, her little body stiffened, and she immediately lay down, her legs flying into the air, with several Pokémon cards stuck to her heels also flying in mid-air. She finally couldn't hold back her laughter and kicked her legs repeatedly at me, but immediately realized her lapse in decorum. The little girl quickly sat up, crossed her legs, and covered her skirt. Even then, the smile on her little face hadn't disappeared... "Here you go~..." I reached out and handed her the card I had just used to scratch her foot, formally handing over the card. "You really put me through so much trouble! I suffered so much!" Baihui happily took the card, pointing at it with one hand and scolding it with the other. I felt my little bull finally soften at this moment. "Xiaomu~, you used this method to exchange cards with me...did you hear something from my sister~?" Baihui put the card into the card album and suddenly asked me this question. "What? Heard from whom? Sister Rongrong?" I answered without thinking, not understanding what she meant at all. The Sister Rongrong I was talking about was Baihui's cousin, she was eight or nine years older than us. I heard that she had been living at Baihui's house because she went to school in this city, but now it was summer vacation, so she was naturally not here. My impression of Sister Rongrong was that she always wore a clean and smart white t-shirt and jeans, youthful and beautiful. When she had nothing to do, she would stroll around the courtyard, liked to watch us children play, and was very kind to everyone. She was a decisive and straightforward older sister, and all the girls liked to be around her. Undisputedly, she was the leader of our neighborhood. I remember her cheering for my goals, which made me quite embarrassed. Sometimes she would scold me for my antics, like climbing a bungalow or a water tower. In short, she was an older sister I respected very much, yet also feared a little. At this moment, Baihui suddenly brought her up, leaving me confused. I had no choice but to ask her again—"What did Rongrong say to me? We haven't talked lately." "It's nothing~…don't ask~!" Baihui turned her face away, no longer answering my question. The rain had stopped, and the air in the room was freshened by the breeze, making one feel invigorated. "Uh, do you still want to play with Solipa Nidonna or something…?" I asked Baihui awkwardly. "Or how about tickling your feet instead~?" She glanced at me tentatively. "Well…of course." I went along with it. "You can't tell anyone about this!" Baihui said to me earnestly, her voice low and urgent. "I swear, I will never tell anyone that Baihui traded Pokémon cards to me by tickling my feet!" I raised my hand to the ceiling and solemnly declared. "Get lost! That's disgusting! Fine, come to my house again tomorrow... You should go home today! Hehe..." With that lighthearted remark, Baihui giggled and ran off barefoot, leaving me sitting dumbfounded on the carpet. I felt my little bull was about to stand up again... That night, I pulled out my plastic piggy bank from under the bed and emptied out all the banknotes and coins, counting them all. The next morning, I went to the corner store and bought all the Big Brand bubble gum. When I got home, I opened them all and found many Pokémon cards that Baihui didn't have. The piggy bank was no longer filled with the boy's savings, but overflowing with bubble gum. I lay in bed, swallowing four pieces of bubble gum and chewing them vigorously. The suffocating sweetness made my throat feel like it was coated with wax. With all my might, I endured the pain in my cheeks and blew a huge bubble that wouldn't pop for a long time. That pink bubble was filled with my excitement and anticipation. In the following days, I neglected football, television, games, and air guns. Every afternoon, I would secretly go to Momoe's house as planned, to trade tickles and cards with her. "Ouch, hehehe~ ...hehehe~ ...you raised the price~! You're cheating, hahaha~..." "You agreed to fifty strokes with this 'Quick Swim Frog' card~!" "It's so itchy, so itchy, hahaha~ ...I can't stand it, hehehe~ ...!" "Don't move around~! Moving around doesn't count~!" "We agreed to use cards, why are you scratching with your hands~! You're going back on your word~!" "Then I won't give you the card~..." "No, no~! I've already scratched halfway~!" "Then you'll just have to bear it." "Annoying, hahahaha~ ...! It's so itchy, hehehe~""...That was the happiest time of my entire summer vacation. I played with Baihui's little feet in all sorts of ways. Sometimes I would gently scratch between her toes with a card; sometimes I would quickly tickle the soles and arches of her feet with my fingernails; sometimes I would gently stroke the back of her feet with my fingers and then pinch each of her toes. I could always give her a different kind of stimulation. Those soft and tender feet were still childish. Even though she had graduated from elementary school, she still didn't have the slenderness or plumpness of an adult. They were washed clean and felt smooth to the touch, timidly and helplessly accepting the invasion of my fingers. The trembling when she couldn't bear it anymore and the retraction of her feet when she couldn't stand it anymore pitifully told their little owner about the discomfort. But Baihui still helplessly offered them up time and time again, accepting the arrival of the ticklish sensation... On that warm little rug, this little girl was overjoyed every day, partly from the ticklish sensation on her little feet and partly from her ever-growing Pokémon card album." She shyly lay down or sprawled, offering her bare feet to me to do as I pleased. Her incredibly sensitive ticklish spots and sweet giggles earned her coveted cards and countless erections I kept from her. No matter how hard I gripped my fingers, how vigorously I shook my head, or how suppressed my moans, nothing could relieve the tingling, numbing sensation that felt like it was killing the little girl. Her skirt creased, her hair flew wildly, her face flushed red, and several times her eyes welled with tears, but nothing could deter her determination to collect Pokémon. One night, after a day of fun at her house, I had a dream about her. In the dream, Momoe and I were both wearing our elementary school uniforms, running hand in hand, so happy. Then we found a huge tree. Momoe took off her shoes and socks, climbed up barefoot, and happily called for me to follow. Not to be outdone, I climbed up too, chasing after her above me. Her fair, delicate feet were right in front of me, and I wanted to reach them but couldn't. Strangely, no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't catch up with her or touch her toes. The tree was so tall, I was even a little scared to climb it, but Baihui was already sitting on a large branch, her bare feet just barely touching my hand, urging me to climb up too… That soft, warm touch I felt every day was gone in a flash, leaving me feeling a little disappointed. I was just about to climb a few more times and tickle her feet as revenge when a sudden, violent storm arose, scaring me so much that I clung tightly to the tree trunk, squeezing my legs together. The more I looked up, the less the storm seemed to subside, and the more I relaxed, the fiercer it would become, threatening to blow me down! I looked up cautiously, and for some reason, there was no storm at Baihui's spot; she sat comfortably on the branch, seemingly unconcerned about my predicament. She smiled gently at me, lifting her bare feet to gently comfort me—"Squeeze tighter... Little Mu... Squeeze tighter and you won't fall down..." I obeyed her, straining my legs further. Strangely, the more I strained, the more comfortable it felt, like the satisfying feeling of urinating thoroughly, followed by an involuntary shiver... Those cute little feet were still swaying and bobbing in front of me... The next morning, I was awakened by a cool sensation in my crotch. Sitting up on the bed, I stared at the wet patch on my underwear, lost in thought. Bedwetting was impossible; I was a grown child, and besides, bedwetting wouldn't only wet my underwear but not the sheets. I reached inside, but the slippery liquid didn't resemble urine. I was completely baffled. Later, I realized it was my first wet dream. [The End]

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