Beautiful Feet Surpass Peach Blossoms (I Was Trained by a Beautiful Woman I Picked Up) (Chapters 1-30 Complete) Author: Chu Ye

Word count: 83957 (1-30 complete, extra chapters)

Disclaimer:

This is not a real experience; it's a scene I imagined while lying alone in my dorm room. I've often read other people's stories, so this is my way of returning the favor and contributing something. However, as an engineering student, please forgive any shortcomings in my writing. Also, this story might be a slow burn. I wrote it this way to enrich the plot, lay more groundwork, and allow for more development later on. To put it bluntly, I want more girls to have relationships with the protagonist. I'm writing this as a novel, not just a simple fantasy. Aside from monotonous descriptions of foot fetishes and SM, there's nothing else. So, if you're patient, you'll definitely be surprised. I wouldn't dare call it a classic, but it will at least offer a fresh perspective. Enough rambling, let's get to the point.

Chapter 1

My name is Chu Ye, and I'm the technical director of a software company. I'm doing pretty well, though I'm only 27 years old. Because of my youth and good looks, the beautiful women in the company always flock to me, but I'm not interested in them. I prefer girls with a noble air, like princesses. Our company does have such a girl—the budget manager, Le Tiantian. She's a year younger than me, but has been with the company longer. Although theoretically we're equals, I'm the one with real power, while many of them never have a say in company meetings, so she's always disliked me. Actually, I don't dislike her at all. The reason I like to argue with her is because I want to see her angry, and then submit under her glare. I always want to get a few playful punches from her, but she's never touched me.

One day, I worked overtime until 8 PM, exhausted. I went to the parking lot to get my car. Walking through the empty, dark underground parking lot, besides hearing my own footsteps, I could also faintly hear a girl sobbing. This startled me. To be honest, although I'm tall and strong, I'm not very brave. I cautiously walked towards my car, and the sobbing grew clearer and louder with each step. A sense of foreboding crept into my heart, and my palms began to sweat.

Finally, I saw a girl next to my car, crouching there with her arms wrapped around her knees, her head buried in them, her hair falling down to cover her face. My heart felt like it was crawling with a thousand ants; I thought to myself, "I'm really seeing a ghost today." In a trembling voice, I asked her, "Miss, what... what's wrong?"

She looked up, and I saw a beautiful and innocent face, with two faint tear tracks on her cheeks, making her look even more pitiful. At that moment, I was absolutely certain I was seeing a ghost, because how could a person be so beautiful? I panicked and mumbled incoherently, "There's a cause for every crime, I didn't kill you...
I'm still young, could you not strangle me? That kind of death is too ugly." I rambled on and on with a string of incoherent words. The girl stared at me blankly for a long time, then suddenly burst into laughter through her tears. Seeing her smile, I realized I was out of danger, so I breathed a sigh of relief and regained some of my composure. I looked at the girl again; she was wearing a light yellow dress, but it was covered in mud stains. Upon closer inspection, I noticed some dirt on her face as well, and with the tears, her whole face looked like a little cat's paw print—quite adorable.

The girl, noticing my lecherous stare, pouted and asked, "What are you looking at?"

I immediately looked away and said awkwardly, "Miss, why are you squatting here crying all by yourself?"
"None of your business, get out of the way."

I smiled awkwardly. "It's not that I want to stand here, but you're blocking my car door… I need to drive home, so could you…?"

The girl wiped away her tears, stood up angrily, and gave me a cold glare. I carefully opened the car door, then tiptoed into my car, then chuckled to myself—this was my car, why was I acting like a thief?

"What are you standing there for? Drive!"

I jumped in surprise, turning around to find the girl from before already seated in the passenger seat. I started to suspect she was a ghost again, staring at her with terrified eyes, unable to utter a single word.

"Can't you understand human language? I told you to drive," she continued in a commanding tone, her voice possessing an irresistible allure. Without thinking, I blurted out, "Where are you going?"

"To your house," she said expressionlessly.

"Huh?"

"Why are you opening your mouth so wide? Drive!"

"But..."

"But what? Is it inconvenient?"

"No, it's not."

"Then stop talking nonsense and drive. Don't make me say it a third time."

"Hey girl, aren't you afraid I'm a bad guy? Well, I'm more afraid you're the bad guy."

Before I could finish speaking, I suddenly felt something pinch my crotch hard, and I screamed in pain. Looking down, I saw that she was holding my penis through my pants, ready to grab it at any moment, my life hanging by a thread.

"Try saying one more word of nonsense, and I'll cripple you right now." This seemingly angelic girl suddenly turned into a devil in an instant, her eyes gleaming, a wicked smile on her lips, as she spoke to me, word by word. I was terrified and sweating profusely. I didn't dare disobey, so I immediately started the car and drove home in a panic.

Chapter Two

As soon as I opened the door, she walked straight into the living room, kicked off her shoes, and collapsed onto the sofa, as if she were back in her own home. I was staring blankly when she suddenly called out, "Do you have anything to eat? Get me some."

"Oh, yes." I went into the kitchen and took out a cake and a bottle of cola from the refrigerator. Don't be surprised; these are essentials for when I'm staying up late online. I returned to the living room, and when she saw the cake in my hand, she immediately perked up and sat up from the sofa. I handed her the cake, put the cola on the coffee table, and then stood beside her, staring at her. I didn't feel comfortable sitting or standing; I didn't act like the owner of the house at all, but rather like an unwelcome guest. She ate while watching TV, completely ignoring me. I thought to myself, I can't just stand there like this forever. This is my house, what am I afraid of? So I plopped down on the sofa, but on the edge, far away from her.

"I thought you were going to stand there forever," she said casually, her eyes still fixed on the TV.

I sat there dumbfounded, not knowing what to say, but my nervousness grew stronger. Suddenly, the strange girl leaned slightly, half-lying on the sofa, and stretched out her legs, placing her feet on my thighs. Then she continued eating cake and watching TV, not glancing at me once throughout the entire process.
I was a little annoyed. I was serving her good food and drink, and instead of being grateful, she casually put her foot on me—I'm not her servant. I thought this to myself, but didn't say it aloud, though my displeasure was obvious on my face. She turned and glanced at me, coldly saying, "What's wrong? Not happy?"
I ignored her and stood up to leave.

"Stop." Her voice rose considerably, carrying an undeniable air of authority. But I'm a director, after all these years of hard work in the company; how could I be so easily intimidated? I pretended not to hear and continued walking.

Just then, I heard that familiar sobbing sound again. I turned around and saw her crying, her face streaked with tears, looking up at me with her big, aggrieved eyes, her lips pouting as if trying hard not to let the tears fall. I was amazed by her acting skills; she could switch to such an expression of utter injustice in an instant—most people couldn't do that. Although I knew she was faking it, I still couldn't bear it, so I stopped and looked back at her.

"Can't you sit with me for a while?"

I asked noncommittally, hesitated for a moment, and finally sat back down on the sofa. As soon as I sat down, she immediately put her feet on my lap. I didn't argue with her, and asked her seriously, "Who exactly are you?
Why do you insist on coming home with me?"

"My name is Tian Lele."

Tian Lele? When I heard that name, the first thing that popped into my mind was that unreasonable manager at our company.

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