The Deep Trembling of Books in June (1)

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Foreword

This article is written by David, consisting of five chapters. It is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

I.

"Miss, it is a great honor to have your assistance!"

On the stage of Toronto's magnificent thousand-seat theater, magician David politely extended his hand to an enthusiastic audience member who had been invited to the stage, a charming smile on his face.

"My name is Tingting, nice to meet you."

Tingting, a graduate of the Department of Business and Trade at the University of Tokyo, calmly shook hands with David. She was from Guangzhou, and her every move exuded the unique charm of a southern beauty. During her five years of studying in Tokyo, she not only excelled academically but also did exceptionally well in her elective Spanish. Her fluent English almost made David think she was a Canadian of Chinese descent.

"Ladies and gentlemen, it's so exciting to have a mysterious lady assist me in this task!" David's charming blue eyes gleamed with joy. He was so bad at hiding his excitement, for he carried the blood of his mother—a gentle Chinese woman—who had a deep affection for Eastern women, seeing them as so pure and beautiful, like a serenade.

He presented a bundle of rope to the audience. Oh—it's worth explaining, the Toronto Grand Theatre holds 3,250 people. When he showed the rope, all 3,250 fell silent, watching the magician on his global tour with curiosity.

It was a very ordinary bundle of nylon rope, looking quite sturdy. David told the audience that he would have this lady tie him up and then throw him into a large, locked glass fish tank.

"Miss Tingting, you look so beautiful, but can you do that?" David worried that this seemingly delicate girl would embarrass herself in public.

"Don't worry, Mr. David, I'll give you a real surprise!"

Tingting smiled demurely and mysteriously.

"Eastern girls probably all have something special," David thought. Just as his mother was a skilled cook, this young lady, who looked only twenty-four, would be adept at knot tying. He gave her the rope and secretly decided that he must date her during his free time. She gave him such a unique feeling; perhaps he had already fallen in love with her in an instant. David wasn't sure, but the warm and graceful feeling she gave him was something he had never experienced before. So, when Tingting threaded the rope around him, the virgin scent emanating from her body captivated him.

Soon, the entire audience, including David, witnessed the magic of this young girl. Her bare, crystalline wrists and slender fingers moved swiftly and gracefully, weaving through flowers and trees, her movements as agile as flowing water. In an instant, she had the famous magician tightly bound, her skill so adept that even seasoned rope bondage masters were ashamed. The grand theater immediately erupted in enthusiastic applause—applause for this wondrous Eastern girl, something David had never experienced before in his performing career. Tingting accepted the applause gracefully, waving to the audience with elegant poise, and calmly watching David.

The knot of the rope was on David's wrist, which was firmly fixed to the magician's chest. David could tell that the knot was an extremely cleverly tied "pig's hoof knot." His master had told him during his meticulous instruction of escape techniques that this knotting method originated in ancient China, a method used in rural areas when binding pigs during slaughter. If the knot wasn't tied properly, any struggle would be futile, and the rope would tighten automatically. David was glad he hadn't been distracted during his master's instruction. But his beautiful eyes still gave Tingting a wry smile.

Two more audience members were invited up to inspect the rope, exaggeratingly sticking out their tongues to indicate that the rope was bound incredibly tightly. David's assistant tossed him into the fish tank filled with water and asked Tingting to lock it. The moment the key was pulled out, Tingting saw David spitting out bubbles, his intelligent eyes conveying a certain emotion—the look of a man in love. Tingting's eyes accepted David's signal. Due to her special circumstances, she was adept at handling this kind of spark with adult men. She felt a sense of pleasure at being bound; it was a beautiful work of art, wasn't it? Tingting smiled mischievously.

The fish tank was covered with a black cloth.

The theater, filled with over a thousand people, was completely silent, save for the slight rustling of water. Was the young magician trying to escape? Could he escape?

One second… two seconds… three seconds… twenty-five seconds! The time for his escape had come!

The magician's assistants whispered anxiously, their unease quickly affecting everyone else. A buzz of commotion arose in the audience.

Tingting was a little nervous. She wasn't sure if the young magician could solve her tricky puzzle. Perhaps letting her go on stage would be his biggest mistake. She was here on vacation in this beautiful country of maple leaves, not to become a murderer—this was a joke gone too far! This wasn't some sadistic bondage game she'd played with other men during her studies abroad!
Besides, David gave her a good feeling. Although he was 1.8 meters tall, he seemed polite, gentle, and considerate—a good man. Tingting had always had a desire to conquer outstanding men.
Twenty-eight seconds…twenty-seven seconds…thirty-two seconds…the audience below the stage
spontaneously stood up.

At that moment,

with a "whoosh!" the magician was freed, emerging from under the cover, still wearing his charming, calm smile.

Thunderous applause erupted from the audience.

David's eyes searched rapidly, landing on Tingting's worried face. The girl's concern warmed David's heart. Ah, she was a warm-hearted girl.

"Miss Ting! Thank you so much! Your knot is superb, the most beautiful knot I've ever seen!
" David complimented, shaking hands with each enthusiastic audience member who came on stage. However, unlike others, he subtly placed a note in Tingting's hand, a note that no one would suspect.

Unfolding the note after stepping off the stage, it read, "Tonight at 11:00 PM – Victor Park." What a brilliant magician! He even managed to write an invitation discreetly on stage. Perhaps meeting him would be quite interesting, young Tingting thought to herself.

Two.

A week later, on a McDonnell Douglas plane flying at 10,000 meters to Tokyo's Narita Airport, Tingting lazily listened to the Eagles' music through her earpiece, fiddling with a piece of nylon rope in her hand. It was a gift from the magician David on their date; he looked ridiculous, so eager to woo her, completely infatuated with her, utterly lacking his stage composure. Tingting, of course, didn't accept him. She knew how to handle men, even though this man was so devoted to her. He was an excellent man, yet his courtship was like a child's; in the end, he even knelt down, took Tingting's hand, and kissed it. Tingting didn't refuse. She liked men kneeling before her; that's how Western men courted, and this was a man she somewhat liked, unlike the sordid men she'd encountered as a part-time job queen during her studies abroad. Tingting hoped he would kneel longer, but still pulled him up, because he was kneeling on hard concrete—perhaps out of pity for him!

Perhaps, she had already fallen in love with this boyish man, fallen in love with him? Oh, perhaps, he really wasn't unpleasant!

Next month, David would be touring Tokyo, and he would visit her then.

In July, the air in Tokyo was very refreshing. At 9 pm, David arrived at Tingting's studio apartment.

"Ah Ting, will you marry me?" Magician David asked with the same fervor as on a first date.

"No!"

Tingting replied somewhat coldly. "Why? I love you very much!"

David didn't mention his wealth or social standing, but only his feelings, which made Tingting feel his sincerity once again.

"I can't be sure you're truly loyal to me!"

"Loyal? — Absolutely loyal, like a Christian to God, I swear, in my mother's name!"

"Your mother?"

"Yes! She's a Chinese woman, just like you, a beautiful Chinese woman!" "What does that have to do with me?"

Tingting pouted. "Am I like your mother?"

"Oh! I mean I'll love you as much as I love my mother."

"That's interesting, but Mr. David, I need your loyalty even more. As far as I know, in your country, marriage is as simple and hasty as children's games!"

"No, it's not like that, Miss Tingting. You don't understand our country, at least you don't understand me—I really, really am loyal to you!"

David gestured confidently.

"So, Mr. David, have you ever had sexual experience? I mean, you're no longer a virgin, are you?"
Tingting teased.

"Well, well—you should understand, a man my age who hasn't had sex with a girl is considered impotent,"

David blushed and protested.

"At twenty-eight, and a rising magician, having a few women isn't a big deal, is it?"
"No! Please don't misunderstand, Miss Tingting, you're the only one in my heart."

"Will you satisfy me?"

Tingting thought for a moment, then suddenly changed her tone, "I mean in our sex life!"

David was embarrassed. "I haven't thought about doing that with you yet. I respect and love you very much."

"Don't you need that?"

"I think I'm not the kind of man who asks to sleep with every woman he sees!"

David finally mustered the courage to answer. His mother's Eastern upbringing made him somewhat reserved. He preferred the gradual approach of combining love and sex in the East; in this respect, he was more like a Chinese man.

"Hmm—humph! My esteemed David, you're such a nice guy—but in some ways, I hope you can please me first!"

"You...you mean sex?"

David stammered.

"Yes! Here—there's a rope here, I hope you can put it around your neck. Didn't you want to show your loyalty to me?"

Tingting looked at David teasingly. His behavior was so childish, ridiculous like a child, and she couldn't tell that she was joking with him.

This is a strange Eastern girl, David muttered, but still put the rope around his neck.
"Please kneel down!"

Tingting pointed to her feet.

David was very happy. So she accepted him. Did she still want to woo him like last time in the park? He obediently knelt at Tingting's feet: "If you need me, I will kneel down anytime, but please don't use 'please' next time, just give the order." This is

a very interesting foreigner, oh! No! A mixed-race person, a very innocent and beautiful mixed-race person. Tingting felt that she could tease him further, and even thought that teasing him was a very interesting thing.

"Then! Come with me," Tingting said, taking the rope and turning to David. "But you have to crawl over here, understand? Crawl over here!"

"That's not fair! It's unfaithful!" David shouted.

"You don't have to do it, I know you're not truly loyal to me!"

Tingting said reproachfully, looking at David with a resentful gaze.

Magician David was immediately captivated by those eyes—what beautiful eyes! He lowered his stubborn neck: "Alright! Miss Tingting."

Tingting led him to the wardrobe, opened a drawer containing her underwear and socks that she was preparing to wash.
"Do you know how Chinese men express their love to the women they admire?"
Tingting asked. "By giving tokens."

David recalled some things his mother had taught him about the East.

"No!"

Tingting shook her head.

"What way?"

"Kissing their woman's underwear, including her socks!"

Tingting lied blatantly.

What strange Chinese people! But David didn't doubt this method; in the erotic pictures he had seen about the East, it was indeed so.

"These are my worn underwear and socks, they still smell like me. Do you know what to do?"
Tingting asked with a smile.

David now felt that Chinese people weren't old-fashioned at all; on the contrary, they were so mature when it came to sex! Using kissing their woman's underwear to express love—he was pursuing a Chinese girl, so he should do it their way. He picked up a pair of light yellow cotton briefs, pressed his straight nose against them, trying to find the girl's lingering scent.

It was a faint milky aroma, like a primal and wild temptation lurking in a dense forest. The comfortable, soft underwear felt wonderful against his nose. This was the part closest to the girl's buttocks. Oh, what would it feel like if my nose were pressed against Tingting's buttocks right now? David was mesmerized, his nose tracing the underwear. A tranquil, almost religious atmosphere enveloped David; his entire being seemed to melt into the underwear. His male hormones were surging uncontrollably, his heart was racing. What sexy little underwear! He finally couldn't resist sticking out his tongue to lick the underwear. Tingting's slender, delicate hand stroked David's thick, curly hair, seemingly encouraging him. David's tongue roamed over every inch of the underwear; it was the most wonderful thing he had ever touched, and the feel of every single inch of the cotton excited him.

Tingting looked at David with great admiration. He was, to say the least, a handsome man. The best of both Chinese and French sculpted his features, giving him both the romance and tenderness of a French man and the delicacy and sincerity of a Chinese man. His beautiful facial features resembled a stone sculpture from the Roman Renaissance. His large, blue eyes always held a tender, affectionate gaze, conveying heartfelt love. His sharply defined lips, with a touch of childlike innocence, were now kissing one of his worn stockings. His rapturous, infatuated expression suggested he was making love with his beloved. His tongue, like a small, prowling snake, writhed and caressed the stocking repeatedly. He even slipped his hand inside, stretching the nylon fibers to make them more elastic, while his tongue greedily and tenderly licked them.

"You seem more interested in my stockings!"

Tingting said with a smile.

"Yes! They seem to enjoy it. I like the Chinese way of courtship,"

David murmured. "I'm very interested in women's stockings and feet; they're so sexy, they always arouse my desire.

" "Have you ever kissed a woman's feet?"

Tingting asked. "Yes!"

David, candid yet slightly shy, said, "When I was three, my dearest mother got cancer. I watched helplessly as death snatched her away from my father and me. Oh, how awful!"

"Does this have anything to do with your fondness for women's feet?"

"Of course, it's very important. You know, although most boys are weaned by the age of one, I was still attached to my mother's breasts until I was three. They looked so beautiful, like angels. I always fell asleep with them in my mouth. But my mother's death took away my angels!"

"Poor child," Tingting sighed sincerely. This seemed to be why David was more like a big boy.
"My father found me a Chinese girl studying in Paris as a part-time nanny, while he remained engrossed in his scientific research, usually staying out all night. At night, I would cry out for 'angels' and suckle the Chinese girl's breasts. Of course, she didn't want to, even though my father promised her more commission if she could continue to give me the warmth my mother had when she was alive. But she satisfied me in another way."

"Here's a rubber breast!"

Tingting guessed.

"No! She took off her shoes and socks and fed her toes to my mouth. Although the softness of her toes couldn't compare to breasts, in my little eyes, suddenly there were many 'angels.' I was very happy, but I didn't know that they were just women's toes."

"She lied to you!"

Tingting said indignantly.

"Perhaps, if it had been you back then, I could have tasted the real 'angels'!"

David's eyes lit up.

Tingting snorted and ignored him.

David smiled apologetically and continued, "This went on for a long time, including when the girl was doing her graduation thesis. She would write and look at materials while extending her toes to me, teasing me and letting me suck on them—later, my father finally found out. He was furious and chased the girl away, but from the age of three, my foot fetish began—you, oh, Miss Tingting, you won't despise me for telling you this, will you?"

He looked at Tingting uneasily, his long eyelashes fluttering.

"No! I don't mind, you're such an honest little thing!"

Tingting leaned down and gently patted David's cheek. David felt very comfortable with Tingting's affectionate gesture. "Can you do this to me more often? I like it when you gently pat my face."

"I can give you even better things."

Tingting's eyes darted around mischievously.

"That's great! You always have some new tricks up your sleeve!"

David exclaimed happily.

"Okay, close your eyes and open your mouth wide!"

Tingting decided to give it a try.

David opened his mouth, revealing his clean, white teeth. He thought this girl would definitely surprise him.
Tingting slightly saliva welled up in her mouth, spat it into David's mouth, and then said somewhat nervously, "Alright, you can savor it now!"

David carefully tasted the liquid in his mouth, recognizing it as saliva. He was very surprised, and shame immediately made his face turn crimson. He protested loudly, "How could you do this? This is too much!"

Tingting tried to calm herself down, "But I like it this way, Mr. David!"

She deliberately put on a serious face, "I always do this for people I like, and they're happy to be my spittoon!"
David immediately understood what Tingting meant. He shyly and uneasyly hugged Tingting's leg, "I'm sorry, I didn't know it was like this!"

Tingting said aggrievedly, "If you care about your dignity, then forget it. I don't want to force you to do anything!"

"No! No! Tingting, I like it, I really like you like this, I'm willing to be your spittoon—you just meant you love spittoons, no! No! You love people who are willing to be spittoons, oh God, wrong again! You're willing to be a spittoon for the person you love!"

David stammered nervously, but he knew very well that Tingting spitting on him was an expression of love, a unique Eastern expression! Oh! What a strange Chinese girl.

Seeing the resentment still lingering on Tingting's face, David immediately opened his mouth wide: "Come on! My dear girl, please grant me your spit!"

Tingting chuckled, and actually pinched David's chin, spitting on him again.

This time, David happily accepted, and felt apprehensive; he had received the girl's love, it seemed unreal, and he asked again.

Tingting opened a bottle of Japanese sake, took a sip, and gently opened her mouth. The beautiful amber liquid gushed down, and David, below, caught it with his mouth, completely mesmerized. In his eyes, Tingting became increasingly noble and elegant, possessing a captivating charm and stimulating taste. She could arouse him quickly, no matter how strange her methods. The sake cascaded down his throat like a waterfall, splashing and filling the room with fragrance. He felt as if he were bathing in the embrace of a sensual goddess. Kneeling at a woman's feet in this intriguing game was something David had never tried before. His hands, hanging on the floor, throbbed restlessly, soon grasping something soft and delicate—Tingting's foot, encased in crystal slippers.

"I knew you would like them,"

Tingting smiled gently, half-sitting on a low cabinet, raising one foot to display her delicate, orchid-like feet. Her toes were neatly arranged, her skin as white as snow, her toenails as clear as jade. Although she rarely groomed her feet, they looked incredibly perfect and delicate. Tingting felt a sense of pride in herself. She stretched out each toe hidden in her crystal shoe, and through the exquisitely crafted upper, the movement of each toe was clearly exposed to David's eyes. To him, each toe was flawless; their outstretched shape resembled Snow White awakening from a water lily, pure and immaculate. These were the most beautiful toes he had ever seen in his life. David held his breath, almost captivated by Tingting's casually wiggling toes. He couldn't resist kissing Tingting's feet, but dared not move even slightly. He was terrified that his inattention would disturb such a delicate beauty. Tingting turned her ankle so that David could see her heel. The perfectly rounded and graceful curve was perhaps unlike anything else on the human body; the arc of her heel was like the graceful flight of a swan or the carefully glided pose of an ice dancer. David's eyes practically blazed with desire! Tingting knew it was time to give in to him. The tall man's heavy breathing worried her. She was still in control of the situation, so she should continue to maintain this orderly progression. She giggled, pouring the sake down her knees, down her long, shapely legs to her toes.

David showed no hesitation. The gentlemanly composure his French father had taught him was gone, as was the gentle reserve his Chinese mother had instilled in him. Like a rutting leopard, he pounced on Tingting's legs, making soft, gurgling sounds, pressing his lips to the tips of her shoes, letting the sake flowing from her toes into his mouth—the most intoxicating drink in the world!

Tingting's fingers buried themselves in David's thick, curly hair, gently stroking it back and forth, like caressing a beloved pet. She actually liked this man who was so unpretentious. He was so good at hiding his feelings, and his dependence on and obedience to her were rare. More importantly, she felt the desire within her gradually burning, a fiery feeling spreading upwards from her lower abdomen. It was a subtle, profound pleasure that only existed when one was in love. The difference was that this time it came from the man kneeling at her feet. Only he could ignite her passion.

Tingting struggled to control her emotions. The tingling sensation of David's tongue caressing and sucking between her toes was like a dragonfly skimming the water, teasing her heart. He looked like he was doing micro-sculpting, carving each toe with his tongue. David took her little toe into his mouth, sucking it noisily. Tingting flicked her little toe, creating a tacit understanding between her and David's tongues. She could feel that his tongue was practically stroking the lines on her toes, or perhaps he felt like he had found an angel again, treating each of her five toes as his mother's nipples.

David's burgeoning desire quickly infected Tingting. At this age, facing this young magician who was pursuing her so passionately, there seemed to be no need to hide anything, no need to hide her needs. Because of the ignited desire, Tingting's genitals were hot, burning, almost on fire. Her clitoris swelled into a hard bud, throbbing with urgent need. Her beautiful feet writhed uncontrollably from side to side, her toes curling almost spasmodically, which only captivated David. His lips greedily and eagerly devoured Tingting's toes, and several times the crystal shoe accidentally kicked his face, the slight pain igniting an even more intense desire.

"Come on!"

Tingting said breathlessly. She jumped off the low cabinet, grabbed David's hair, and pulled his head down to her crotch, pressing his mouth against her pubic bone. Her legs tightly clamped David's face, and she imagined herself as a wild beast of the forest riding on David's face.

David impatiently ripped off Tingting's panties. Everything was mechanical, continuous, intense, and frenzied. Both of them felt like wildebeest in heat, moaning and breathing, fiery eyes, burning desire, snow-white skin, and outstretched, beautiful thighs flashing through the air in this upscale apartment. David's lips rhythmically licked Tingting's clitoris, his arms outstretched as if worshipping the Virgin Mary, his fingers caressing and stimulating her firm, full nipples, or sliding down to embrace her rounded buttocks. As two young people with varying degrees of sexual experience, though confused, they still knew how to bring themselves and their lovers to orgasm. David's tongue passionately parted Tingting's labia, like a sexual pilgrim entering a luxurious erotic palace, his snake-like tongue slowly guiding Tingting towards climax. Her slender feet roughly shoved into David's crotch, her big toes forcefully pressing down on his hard glans, violently manipulating it. Gone was the previous timid, submissive demeanor; her toes were almost brutally trampling on David's glans. With each entry of David's tongue into her vagina, causing the vaginal walls to dilate tightly, Tingting's feet teased David's penis even faster. She clearly felt his penis burning hot like an iron rod, eagerly rubbing against every part of her feet.

Tingting groaned, thrusting her hips forward to allow his tongue to penetrate deeper into her body, her pubic bone passionately exploring David's cheek. "Big boy! I'll teach you a lesson!"

She reached behind him, ripped off his thin shirt, and slapped his smooth, muscular back hard. David was startled by the sudden pain, cried out, and tried to struggle, but Tingting's legs held his face firmly in place. Using her advantage, her hands rained down on David's bare back, stinging and reddening his skin. But soon, David felt an even more alluring sensation accompanying the pain and shame—a tingling warmth that quickly transformed this most wonderful feeling... The pleasurable feeling seeped into the depths of his heart, and the trembling of pleasure in his body and mind made him feel a heartfelt gratitude towards Tingting. His tongue sucked on the walls of her labia with even more effort and delicacy, almost ingratiatingly. Tingting pulled David's hair tighter, and while moaning with pleasure, she kept giving commands: "Quick, lick me, my big boy, lick me!" Due to its latitude, Japan has

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distinct seasons. Although Tokyo is hot and humid in summer, Tingting still enthusiastically accompanied David on a tour of the entire city, turning down the business that the "Queen's Club" had introduced her to that morning. From the narrow streets of Akasaka, the parks of Ueno, the shopping district of Ginza to Shinjuku, the Manhattan of Japan, and the tranquil heart of the city—the Imperial Palace! Tingting pointed to the power lines extending from the large forests and gardens, telling David that this was the residence of the Japanese emperors and their families throughout history, equivalent to the Forbidden City in Beijing, China. It was 4:00 PM, and the museum was already closed, so they had to visit another day. The two of them visited the Nezu Museum together. David could clearly feel Tingting's trust and gentleness towards him, which was so different from how she had dominated him yesterday. They were like two completely different people, an incarnation of an angel and a devil. But whether she was an angel or a devil, David liked her! Her bright, sparkling eyes and full, voluptuous skin filled David with unbridled joy. He repeatedly kissed Tingting in public. Tokyo, a metropolis where tradition and modernity blend, was not unusual. The kiss of a perfectly matched couple was incredibly artistically captivating. This was, in itself, an art garden (the Nezu Museum is located within a park). Everyone stopped to watch. Elderly people wore kind, benevolent smiles, while innocent children tilted their heads to watch. Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Tingting accepted the kiss gracefully. The moment their lips met, applause erupted. David playfully performed a magic trick, conjuring a bouquet of blooming lilies from his hand and presenting it to the elderly couple.

"They are truly a match made in heaven!"

exclaimed the onlookers.

The two strolled intimately through the art garden. A night of passion and tender intimacy left them with almost no secrets to hide, like lovers who had been together for years.

The renowned Nezu Art Museum, built in 1940 by railroad tycoon Yoshiichiro Nezu, houses
a vast collection of Asian art, totaling 2,000 pieces. These include Pakistani Gandharan sculptures, Chinese bronzes and stone carvings, monochrome landscape paintings and music boxes, and a group of exquisite early Japanese Buddhist sculptures.

One medium-sized stone sculpture caught David's attention. He pointed it out to Tingting: "Tingting, this is a very interesting little thing. Look—it seems, it seems to be related to fertility worship."

Tingting rested her face on his shoulder: "You're quite knowledgeable in this area!"

The sculpture depicted a partial view of a face half-buried in a female genitalia. "Among the ethnic minorities in Yunnan, China, there was a group that lived in a matriarchal society for a considerable period. This is a piece from that time!"

Tingting told David.

"A matriarchal society? Unbelievable!"

David muttered to himself. "What? You don't like it?"

"I like it, I really like it. Being ruled by women is so interesting, he's so happy!"

David said. "You mean that half of his face?"

"Yes!"

"Do you like being ruled or enslaved by women?"

Tingting asked. "That's a wonderful feeling!"

When they were alone, David said, "I'd like to live a matriarchal society with you! My sweetheart."
"You're so mean!"

Tingting lightly slapped David's face.

Rokugimoto (a neighborhood in Tokyo, southwest of the Imperial Palace) comes alive at night! At this time, young people seeking pleasure dress up in their finest attire and head to the area's countless discos, clubs, bars, and restaurants, or simply stroll along the streets. This area is the most cosmopolitan part of the city, frequented by many charismatic figures of different nationalities—foreign supermodels, bands—and because Rokugimoto caters to young people, it has become one of the most vibrant neighborhoods in Tokyo's nightlife. David and Tingting naturally came here too. After a wild and energetic dance at the disco, the two of them laughed and found the quietest place in the neighborhood—a tea house. Compared to the hustle and bustle of the street, it was practically a world away. Tingting knew the place well; she went straight for a small private room.

"We can stay here all day without being bothered!"

Tingting wrapped her arms around David's neck and kissed him affectionately on the cheek.

"Would you like to treat me to tea?"

David asked in broken Chinese.

"Yes! -- It's tea! It's 'tea' -- a slight curl of the tongue,"

Tingting corrected David's pronunciation.

It was a small room with tatami mats, and the teapot on the charcoal fire was steaming. The room was empty except for paintings or calligraphy scrolls hanging on the alcove. The waiter put down the tea set, bowed, and left, closing the wooden sliding door tightly.

"I'll treat you to Japanese-style fork tea. If you have time to go to Taiwan, I can treat you to authentic Chinese Kung Fu tea. Your great-aunt is an authority on this; she has her own teahouse in Taiwan."

"Kung Fu tea is mysterious, and your great-aunt is amazing!"

David continued in Chinese.

"Today you'll drink an even more wonderful Kung Fu tea!"

Tingting walked up to David, who was kneeling on a cotton cushion in the traditional way. She languidly crossed one leg over David's shoulder, her toes dangling in front of his chest. Those were beautiful legs clad in long black stockings. David gently embraced them, one hand stroking Tingting's toes.

"You know, back in the 12th century, Zen monks brought tea from China to Japan. They used tea as a stimulant to keep them alert during meditation. In the 16th century, the tea master Sen no Rikyu established the correct method and procedure for drinking tea—that's the Japanese tea ceremony—look, the long-handled spoon, the stirrer, the ladle, it's a bit different from the Chinese one. My tea today is even better than that, do you like it, my big boy?"

Tingting stroked David's hair, her expression like that of someone petting a pet.

"Your sense of style is always wonderful, I love your unique way, Ting!"

David said sincerely.

"Alright then! Baby, come here, lie down, carry me over there!"

Tingting pointed to the tea stove in the corner of the room.

David obediently lay down, and Tingting adjusted her posture. His shoulders were broad, making it comfortable and stable to sit on. She moved her hips onto David's shoulders and felt his trembling. "Are you uncomfortable, David?"

"No! Tingting, it feels great. I wish you could ride me forever. I belong to you, my sweetheart!"
"Belong to me! That's fun, David. Can I call you 'my little stallion'?"

"Of course, dear Tingting, I love it when you call me that—'my little stallion'!"

"I knew you'd like that name!"

Tingting pouted smugly, nudging David's chest with her heel. "Come on! My little stallion, carry your master and crawl there!"

David used all four limbs, carefully cooperating. As he crawled, he clearly felt his penis erect, which excited him and made him crave Tingting's feet stimulating it. "Can you touch my darling with your foot?"

David pleaded. "That'll make me fall—okay! Stop for a second!"

After David stopped, Tingting turned to the side and gently kicked David's penis with her toes. Oh, so hard! "You're a greedy guy, hurry up and climb! I'll let you lick 'Mommy's breasts' later!"

Encouraged, David excitedly carried Tingting to the tea stove.

"Come on, my little stallion, turn over so I can ride on your chest,"

Tingting commanded.

David obediently turned over, so he could see his beautiful angel again. David gazed at Tingting with adoration.

While riding on David, Tingting used a bamboo tea ladle to scoop boiling water into a bowl containing powdered green tea, stirring it into a frothy consistency. Her hand inadvertently touched David's genitals, which were very hard. She scolded, "Don't be so ungentlemanly! You can't get an erection without a lady's permission!"

David blushed and stammered, "From the moment you mounted me, it...it's been restless. I can't control myself. My angel, you're so beautiful!"

"You're so rude!"

Tingting deliberately put on a stern face, but her hand gently stroked David's penis, almost causing him to spasm.

"I want more!"

David pleaded in a choked voice.

"Respect me! Okay?"

Tingting scolded.

"Well, okay then!"

David said aggrievedly.

"I'll tell you about the Japanese tea ceremony. You should listen carefully!"

Tingting looked at David's bewildered

expression. "The tea ceremony is at the center of a simple and elegant aesthetic taste—" She stretched her leg forward and placed her stockinged foot on David's face. It was a good footrest, and more importantly, she knew David was eager to be such a footrest. "Every tea set here is an exquisite work of art. They prefer rough pottery teaware, which is very different from China. In China, people pay more attention to Zisha (purple clay) teaware, and every true tea master has their own excellent teaware!"

David was kissing her stockings. It was conceivable that he didn't need any Japanese or Chinese tea ceremony; the stockings Tingting wore were more important than any tea ceremony.

Tingting pressed her foot against David's chin, making herself more comfortable.

"As a guest, in Japan, the first thing you do when having tea is to eat the small cake the host gives you. When the host hands you the teacup,"

she picked up the teacup and pressed her foot harder against David's face,

"—you take it and turn it twice clockwise—" David put the stockings in his mouth. The sweat from the disco gave Tingting's stockings a strong smell, which David liked, and he held her toes in his mouth, feeling them through the stockings with his tongue.

"—Keep the front of it a little distance from you, then you sip the tea in gulps, and the last sip is a polite gulp—" David's penis was round and hot, all because of licking Tingting's toes. He finally tore Tingting's black stockings with his teeth. Although the stockings felt very alluring, David wanted to see the skin on her snow-white and delicate feet even more. Tingting curled her big toe. She knew that every movement of her feet would bring David pleasure, and she was also very clear that every toe of hers was an exceptionally sexy goddess in David's eyes.

"After you finish your tea, you should wipe the part of the bowl you held with a handkerchief, then turn the bowl counter-clockwise twice."...

David couldn't hear Tingting's explanation of the tea ceremony. Looking up through her toes, he saw Tingting watching him with great interest. "You're licking my toes—without my permission!"

David said, "I'm sorry, I... I love them so much, aren't they? They're practically works of art!" "
Alright then, David," Tingting said helplessly, "Every morning, you can lick my toes as 'breakfast,' if you really like them that much."

"Thank you, my sweetheart. I'm so happy you would say that,"

David said excitedly.

"Come on! Accept an even more beautiful stimulation!"

Tingting poured the tea in her hand onto David's bare chest.

"Ouch!—" David cried out in pain. Although it had cooled down a bit, the tea was still very hot. He saw Tingting's sweet face: "You sound so beautiful when you cry out! Come on! One more time!"

She poured the water again, her hand slipping inside David's underwear and grabbing his penis.

A fiery sensation burned across David's chest—a terrifying yet extremely stimulating, sensually burning heat!

"Ouch—" he savored the pleasure born of the pain.

"Your voice is so magnetic right now. I think you'd be better suited to singing than being a magician—one more!"

Tingting poured more tea. "

Ouch!—" David cried out dramatically. "Kid, you sound like you're having a good time!"

Tingting frowned.

The hot tea thoroughly soothed David, his chestnut-haired chest heaving rhythmically with the stimulation. Tingting stood up from David, removed one stocking, and placed her foot on his forehead. He wasn't in so much pain anymore, knowing that an even more beautiful show was about to unfold in the hands of this lively girl. Her plump, round toes rubbed against his forehead. David looked at Tingting, who was completely absorbed in the game. Her toes skillfully curved across his face like an arthropod propelling itself forward. Her soles were suspended, like the toe dance of a skilled dancer. A faint, lingering scent of leather wafted from between her toes, troubling his poor nose. He tried to breathe in more of her scent. Since last night, he had become familiar with and loved the unique smell of Tingting's feet. David reached out and stroked her gently curved heels, his fingertips lightly pressing against the perfectly protruding, intoxicating ankle bones. A magician's hands are nimble and graceful, having demonstrated their magic to tens of thousands of spectators, creating one mythical show after another. But compared to the delicate feet of this Eastern girl, those pink, white, tender, and slender toes were even more magical. His hands, even his very being, could only grovel beneath such feet. Fortunately, the owner of those feet accepted his submission.

Like walking on soft sand, Tingting's toes traversed David's face, including his nose, the object of countless girls' affections. She even roughly shoved her toes into his nostrils, nearly suffocating him. Her soles lingered and rubbed against his angular mouth, the elasticity of his lips providing a wonderful massage, a tingling, pleasant sensation. Tingting felt it could happen again anytime; she was certain David would obey without hesitation. He was happy to obey, that much was clear.

David opened his mouth, inviting Tingting's slender feet inside. She didn't refuse, though the wet, slippery sensation wasn't exactly pleasant. But considering how desperately David needed it, she yielded, using her delicate big toe and second toe to hold David's tongue. Judging from the way his penis bulged against his underwear, he was satisfied and happy.

David massaged each of her toes with his soft tongue, which made Tingting feel his loyalty and loveliness.
Her slender feet continued to slide down—his neck, oh! His arteries were throbbing violently. Tingting giggled, placing her foot on David's well-defined pectoral muscles. His chest was strong, and below were sharply sculpted rectus abdominis muscles. The muscles contracted tensely from the teasing of her toes—a body no one could ever dislike. But Tingting's foot didn't linger. She placed it on David's briefs. In fact, David had already taken off his trousers, and she could feel the restlessness and irrepressible vitality in his penis. She only lightly tapped it twice with her toes before it stubbornly bounced.

"European women always draw circles on the men they like, is that right?"

Tingting's toes traced circles on David's penis through his underwear.

"Yes, that's right!"

David swallowed hard. Each time her toes lightly brushed against his inner thigh, a tingling sensation coursed through every nerve cell in his body. Several times he wanted to press Tingting's foot onto his penis with both hands, but he restrained himself with great control. He believed that Tingting would gradually lead him to orgasm, and a rash action might ruin her plan. This irresistible teasing forced him to let out moans like a woman in heat.

Tingting's toes deftly gripped the edge of David's underwear, pulling it down like a hand, revealing his bare body. As her smooth, delicate toes touched David's scrotum, his hips thrust upwards, eagerly meeting her toe's assault. Tingting slapped David's penis back and forth with the back of her feet, the sounds of her kicks echoing throughout the tea room along with David's uncontrollable moans of passion. Thanks to the excellent soundproofing, Tingting wasn't worried about being discovered. David's erect penis began to secrete lubrication; this was just the prelude. If Tingting slightly quickened the rhythm of her feet, she believed a large amount of white fluid would immediately gush from his urethra. She perfectly timed David's ejaculation; not yet. So she stopped her beautiful feet's ravaging of his penis. David, puzzled, reached out his longing hand, pleading with Tingting to continue.

"We have a better show, be good, dear David!"

Tingting stomped on his face, ordering him to be quiet.

She picked up one of her ankle boots. "Come on! You'll love it!"

She rubbed the sole of the boot against David's penis, as if sharpening a dagger.

"Sweetheart, I need you!"

David's eyes pleaded, wanting to hold her.

"Open your mouth!"

Tingting commanded.

David obediently opened his mouth wide.

Tingting spat into his mouth, and David was satisfied.

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