[Fetish][Dangerous Game] 1-8

Foreword

From my first foot fetish novel, *My University*, to this *Dangerous Game*, there are now five books in total. While
domestic foot fetish novels cannot compare with those from Europe, America, and Japan in terms of quality and scale, they are still far superior to those from Hong Kong and Taiwan. Unfortunately, they are currently declining. Slave Boy hasn't produced any new works since
*Katya*, *The Road to Slave*, *High School Baby*, and *Gone with the Wind*. I've read some works by domestic enthusiasts, and they seem quite immature, not even as engaging as some translated works. Most are merely sensual descriptions, rarely touching the soul. Our domestic foot fetish websites clearly can't, and dare not, offer their own photos and videos. Therefore, novels are the only spiritual nourishment we can produce ourselves. I hope that enthusiasts with writing skills can pick up their pens and briefly describe their work, which would be a form of support for domestic foot fetish websites. 　　"Dangerous Games" repeats the verbose and tedious setup of my previous writing. Content-wise, it touches upon various themes including foot fetishism, female cult, homosexuality, sadomasochism, self-harm, and traditional sex, thus potentially exceeding the length of "My University," even though "My University" is not yet finalized. 　　Every foot fetishist desires to participate in the game of being enslaved by the feet of beautiful girls. In real life, we can only treat foot fetishism as a game. If it becomes the main focus of our sexual consciousness and sex life, it's terrifying, even though it might be incredibly wonderful. Traditional moral consciousness and current social norms prevent us experiencing the happiness of the protagonists in foot fetish novels. Therefore, every foot fetishist is likely to be dressed impeccably while contemplating licking the beautiful feet of young girls. Most of our foot fetishes exist in fantasy, relying solely on pictures, pornography , and novels. Many foot fetishists have never actually experienced foot fetishism. 　　If you pay attention, you'll notice that beautiful girls don't necessarily have beautiful feet, and girls with slender feet and toes aren't necessarily beautiful. Moreover, beautiful feet are often inseparable from beautiful legs; the two complement each other perfectly. You can only find this in fiction; in real life, it's rare—I once observed closely with my camera at a qipao show, and the result was very disappointing. Novels are different; they present perfection. In my novels, you'll easily find that every pair of feet of the girls I write about is flawless and exquisitely beautiful. 　　If you're reading this and don't have a girlfriend yet, I advise you to find one as soon as possible. This will give you a new understanding of foot fetishism, and this is very important! 　　Chapter 1: 　　When I came in, Wendy was sitting there, the dim light of the setting sun shining on her. She looked very dejected—the taste of breaking up with her first boyfriend was melancholic, especially since we were only . 　　I didn't dare look at her two beautiful legs, which she casually crossed without any restraint. A phone call summoning me to her house was quite unexpected. Among the many boys pursuing her, I was probably the least competitive. I couldn't believe she would contact me during the summer after graduation. 　　"Please sit down, Xiao Xiao," she said casually, still maintaining her languid demeanor. 　　"I remember you wrote me many thank-you letters, didn't you?" she said with a playful tone. 　　"Yes, many, almost one a week!" I said dejectedly. "You never seem to read them." " 　　I don't pay much attention to boys who only talk the talk!" she said, a beautiful smile playing on her lips. "You know, you rarely speak in our class. Besides your good writing, I can't see anything special about you." 　　"I'm not very good at interacting with people," I admitted, she was telling the truth. 　　"You're quite shy when you're with me, why aren't you bolder?" Wendy smiled. "Your letters are so bold, so passionate it's almost unbearable!" 　　Her bright eyes, smile, and words made my eyes light up: "You read the letters I wrote to you?" 　　"Yes!" She pushed a glass of water towards me. "Have some water! Don't mind me, I'm not good at entertaining guests —I just took them out to look at during the summer vacation. There were 96 letters in total, written over two academic years. I had read some before, and some I had just put away. I read them all these past two days, and they really touched me. Even when I was dating Lu Jun, you never stopped writing to me." 　　"Lu Jun is perfect for you, you two are a good match"—this was what I said from the bottom of my heart. Lu Jun is very handsome, which made me feel ashamed of myself. 　　"Don't mention him!" Wendy said with disgust. 　　"It makes me so happy to see you," I said softly. 　　Wendy chuckled softly, "Don't think I'll fall for you—" 　　My heart sank. Although I knew Wendy wouldn't love me, this clear rejection stung . In the past, I'd just hand her the letter I'd written and hurried away, afraid of rejection! With her kindness, she wouldn't embarrass me to my face. Was this a message telling me to stop writing to her? Considering the further distance in our relationship, my heart sank even lower. 　　"—What interests me is your promise in the letter to be my faithful servant!" 　　My face flushed. Yes! What hadn't I written in the letter? From the moment I picked up the pen , I considered her my girlfriend. My letters had evolved from simple declarations of love to a deep and thorough self-disclosure, showing her how deeply infatuated and pitiful I was , how helpless and vulnerable I was. In reality, we were far apart, but in the letter, I portrayed myself as a man consumed by unrequited love, a perfect depiction of a man in unrequited love. What confession hadn't I written for her? What devotion hadn't I offered her? 　　I nodded, looking at her awkwardly yet excitedly, hoping she would be moved by my sincerity. 　　Wendy smiled, staring intently at me. 　　I was nervous, gulping down the glass of water she handed me. "I drank from this water. As I told you, I'm not good at entertaining guests." She pulled 　　her legs back from the coffee table , placing her slender feet diagonally on the sofa, very close to me. 　　My heart skipped a beat, and I hurriedly said, "It's okay, it's okay." 　　"Are you nervous?" Wendy asked. 　　"No! No! Oh—yes!" 　　"I'm interested in you being my servant—not my boyfriend, do you understand?" Wendy glanced at me. Beads of sweat dripped down my back.

"Are you willing? You've mentioned it countless times in your letters! Were your letters just empty words?"

Wendy asked playfully.

"Oh! No! No!" I said hastily.

"Then are you willing?" Wendy fiddled with her pink and white dress.

Silence...

"If you're not willing, the door is open. You don't need to lock it when you leave; just leave it ajar."

My face must have turned purple. Wendy couldn't possibly not understand that my declaration in the letters was about becoming a servant of her love,
as loyal to our love as a slave is to its master. But she doesn't love me at all. She said it herself, that she doesn't
intend treat me as a boyfriend, but as a servant in her life—what is this? What is this all about?

A game? A game between young men and women? Like boys and girls in class forming godparent relationships, recognizing each other as godbrothers and godmothers. If
I don't agree, then I will forever lose the chance to be with her. Writing it down is easy, but to say it aloud
, I really don't have the courage. Otherwise, why would I
have pursued ?

Deep down, what was so strange about being her servant? What was wrong with that?
How many city girls could match her graceful beauty and youth?

The words were on the tip of my tongue, but I simply didn't have the courage to say them.

I looked at her, speechless and at a

loss for words. Wendy chuckled, stretching out her beautiful legs. Her bare, white calves dazzled me . She placed her feet on my lap, her white stockings as pure as an angel's flowing skirt. My heart pounded. 　　"You're such a coward, you don't even have this much courage—well, I'll give you another chance. If you agree to be my servant, put your hands on my feet, okay?!" Her words were full of encouragement. 　　I tremblingly raised my hands, slowly lowering them towards her beautiful feet. Involuntarily, my hands moved swiftly, quickly placing them on her feet—no! Rather than placing them, it was more like grasping them firmly! 　　Wendy smiled at me happily, a radiant smile—I had a vague feeling that she knew I would do this , that she definitely would—since she had read my letter, she would know my personality very well. 　　Wendy playfully pulled her foot away: "You scratched my foot—someone saw!" 　　I was startled: "Someone?" 　　"Look!" She pointed to the bedroom, and a snow-white Pekingese waddled out, staring at me with its bright, round eyes. I felt a huge weight lifted from my shoulders. 　　"Come here! Huanhuan," Wendy called softly, stretching out her arms to the dog. For a moment, I felt a pang of jealousy; I wished she could be so affectionate when she called me. 　　"Only dogs don't lie! I don't trust you boys," Wendy muttered to herself, hugging the Pekingese. 　　"But dogs are animals after all; they can't do what boys do!" I argued. 　　"That means you'll do it better than my Huanhuan!" Wendy teased. 　　My face flushed. "How can a dog compare to a person?" 　　"I think it can! It can do things that you might not be able to!" Wendy's delicate hands gently stroked Huanhuan's long fur, Huanhuan's bright little eyes filled with hostility towards me. 　　"What can't it do? It can only do it better. After all, humans are the most intelligent of all beings," I retorted, as if the argument was no longer about the intelligence of humans and dogs, but about Huanhuan's and my place in her heart. 　　"Look at you, what's the rush? We'll know once we compare! -- Go! Huanhuan!" Wendy let go of the dog, and the Pekingese jumped out of her arms. "Here!" Wendy pointed to the fluffy leather slippers on the carpet at her feet, then to the four-liter standing air conditioner in the corner of the room—Huanhuan picked up the slippers with a wag of its head, wiggled its chubby bottom, ran to the air conditioner, then stood up, raised its front paws, and bowed to Wendy. "Come here!" Wendy smiled warmly. 　　"How about it? Is this okay? Hmm—" Wendy looked at me with a smile. 　　"I...I...this—" I was extremely embarrassed. 　　"I know you wouldn't do this, all the letters you wrote to me were lies! Your promises just now were also false, what do you mean by being my servant, you're lying!" Wendy pouted. 　　"I, I really do!" I really love her, even though she doesn't love me, but I should let her know how devoted I am, although I don't expect to have her. 　　"Really—really do it for me!" 　　I stopped talking, bowed, and knelt down at Wendy's feet, on all fours. 　　"Okay! Continue—" 　　I picked up a leather slipper with my mouth, and the Pekingese tilted its head, staring at me with curious eyes. Damn it ! It's all this rascal's fault! 　　I automatically crawled towards the air conditioner. 　　It was mid-August, and the temperature in Pudong was 37 degrees Celsius, but inside this tastefully decorated two-story villa , it was pleasantly cool. Even Wendy's slippers were winter ones—leather-soled and leather-uppered, with a plush sheepskin trim , exuding warmth. I could smell a faint leather scent and a peculiar fragrance, perhaps, perhaps, the scent of Wendy's feet. 　　I squatted under the air conditioner, hesitating whether to bow to Wendy or show some other form of respect. 　　Wendy and Huanhuan watched me like spectators. Seeing me kneeling there, bewildered, Wendy chuckled and said, "Silly boy, you can't do what Huanhuan does. Anyone can bow! Hmm—I want you to kowtow to me!" 　　In the afterglow of the setting sun streaming through the window, I saw Wendy's bright eyes and white teeth. Her face was filled with excitement and joy, her legs, dangling over the edge of the sofa, swinging happily up and down, like a beautiful angel playing in the water. I didn't dwell on my sorrows. As long as she was happy, even if she didn't love me, it didn't matter. 　　I knelt there respectfully, worshipping my beloved, kowtowing to her meticulously. 　　When I crawled to her side, her jade-like fingers touched my head, and she softly said, " Xiao Xiao, I never expected you to listen to me so much." 　　These were the most intoxicating words I had heard from her since we met. How was this any different from the whispers of lovers ? I exclaimed with delight, "I'll do anything for you if you're willing!" 　　She lifted my chin with her hand, and I looked up at my goddess. How intimate we were now, although I...

I knelt before her, Wendy stared at me for a moment, and said, "But you're a man after all.
You can't do what Huanhuan does."

I was a little anxious: "What is it!"

Wendy took off her left white sock and nudged Huanhuan with her bare toes: "Huanhuan! Lick my feet!"

The Pekingese immediately adjusted its position, lowered its head and licked Wendy's toes, making noises as it did so.

I hesitated for a moment, then immediately crawled to Wendy's other foot, took off her sock, and
pressed my mouth against it, diligently licking Wendy's toes, as carefully as if pleasing a lover.

I heard Wendy's surprised gasp. Her soft tongue gently traced the instep of her foot. Her feet
were smooth and lustrous, her heels full and smooth with a beautiful curve, while her toes were delicate and exquisite.
Her toenails weren't painted, but each one shone brightly. Her entire foot was flawlessly beautiful. I was stunned
. I had never seen a girl with such beautiful feet. Kneeling at the feet of the girl I admired,
licking her exquisitely crafted, stunning toes—wasn't that a kind of satisfaction? When I first kissed
her toes, Wendy slightly recoiled, but quickly adjusted. I could clearly feel her stretching out each
toe, allowing me to lick between them.

As I licked, two streams of tears streamed down my face as I knelt on the ground…

Wendy probably noticed, and she slowly withdrew her foot. Huanhuan also ran to the side on her own.

After staring at me for a long time, she looked like a little girl who had done something wrong: "...I'm sorry! Xiao Xiao,
I didn't mean to insult you. I, I'm so upset. You know about Lu Jun and me..."

"No! No!" My heart was in turmoil.

"I really didn't know you loved me so much! You were willing to do anything for me. I was just joking. I was so bored
during summer vacation After reading your love letter, I just wanted to tease you. I thought it would be enough for you to be my verbal servant.
I didn't expect you to be serious. I, I, I believe you are real—but, but!" Wendy tried to make her
voice strong. I saw tears welling up in her eyes. "I, I really don't love you, even if you do this."

"Thank you for licking my feet. Even though you don't want to, I still like it when you lick my toes." Wendy
looked apologetic, her hair falling down from behind, covering half of her face. Her feet were under her buttocks.

"No! No! I'm willing to lick your feet," I said.

"Then why are you crying!" She seemed a little strange.

"I'm happy, really, I'm happy. Even though you don't love me, I'm so happy to be able to lick your feet. I
never dared to dream of being so close to you—even just kneeling at your feet and licking them, the moment I touched your
toes , it felt like…"

"Like what?"

"Like kissing you." I was afraid she'd get angry. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have thought that way."

Wendy laughed through her tears. "How could you be so silly!—So, you don't feel humiliated?"

"No, as long as I'm with you, anything is fine. Besides, your feet are beautiful!"

Wendy sighed. "You're really devoted, Xiao Xiao, but, but, I really don't love you
. You're not my type."

"I don't care if you love me or not. I realized you didn't love me when I was writing this letter, but that didn't
stop me from writing to you."

"Then, are you still willing to be my servant?" Wendy asked.

"Yes!"

"I was just joking!" Wendy looked at me.

"I'm serious, I'm willing to be your servant!"

"Hehe!" Wendy looked at me with genuine interest for the first time. "Be my servant!

—I'll make you lick my feet anytime!"

I bit my lip. "I'm willing!"

Wendy smiled, her smile as beautiful as her melancholy. I rarely saw a girl smile
as beautifully as .

I suddenly knelt before her again, burying my face in her slippers, and said from the bottom of my heart, "I am your
servant!"

Wendy stopped laughing, the air seemed to freeze, and everything was quiet.

...

About five minutes later, I heard Wendy say, "If you really want to continue this game with me,
then let's start today. However, don't expect me to fall in love with you. Also, if necessary, my
good friends Lin Lin and Zheng Le will also participate in this game. I've told them I won't date anymore,
and I don't want them to misunderstand if I'm with you. Furthermore, if anyone finds out about our game, you must never see me
again ."

Wendy's tone was cold, but this did give me the opportunity to be with her.

After Xiao Xiao left, Wendy sat quietly on the sofa, stretching her legs out onto
the coffee table as she had done when he came in. She couldn't be sure if she had made a mistake today. She had originally intended to use the opportunity to tease and hurt Xiao Xiao
to vent her disappointment with Lu Jun, but she hadn't expected Xiao Xiao to love her so devotedly, willingly kneeling
at her feet. The game they played had actually come true; she really had a "servant." Thinking of Xiao Xiao's
timid submissive appearance, Wendy wanted to laugh; thinking of him kneeling at her feet, she couldn't help but feel smug. But
then she thought of Lu Jun, his untamed, arrogant expression, which so captivated her. She loved him so much,
willing to give him her virginity. Lin Lin and Zheng Le had said she was foolish for stubbornly protecting
Lu Jun; now, she realized she truly was foolish. Having entrusted everything to such a man,
what else could she do? Revenge! Revenge? Wendy imagined Xiao Xiao dressed as Lu Jun
crawling ; imagined him begging for mercy like Lu Jun—but then she thought to herself, how could I do this?

Isn't this something only a bad girl would do? She shouted at Huanhuan in the distance, "Am I a bad girl?"
Huanhuan barked fiercely at her, which annoyed Wendy. She grabbed a cushion and threw it at Huanhuan: "You damn dog, get lost!"

Chapter Two

For me, this was a happy summer. I had never spent so much time with Wendy before.
We met several times a week, and even though it was just shopping, ice skating, playing video games, or going to nightclubs and
bars, I was incredibly happy. Seeing her radiant smile, what more could I ask for! During this time, with her
I also got along very well with my best friends Lin Lin and Zheng Le. They were pretty girls from the Physical Education Department and the Foreign Languages Department, respectively. I had never
dated them before, but they were known as the three most beautiful girls at Tongji University, and some people even called them the "Three Musketeers." I thought
it was ridiculous, but later I learned that it wasn't just because of their names. They both came from prominent families, and although they were girls,
no one dared to mess with them at school. Although their academic performance was only average, the door to employment
was already open to them. If it weren't for the fact that my parents and their parents had similarly impressive backgrounds, they probably would
n't have had the time to mess around outside and would have been busy preparing for their future.

Before the end of August, they received their job offers. Wendy and Lin Lin went to work at a foreign bank,
while Zheng Le became a coach at a fitness center with a monthly salary of 3,000 yuan. She also worked part-time as a coach at a horse farm.
Although her income wasn't as high as Wendy and Lin Lin's, it was still quite substantial. Although my job isn't settled yet, my parents have told me it'll probably
be in a bank. Compared to those students who have studied hard for ten years, we are fortunate. That's how society is; the polarization between
the powerful and the weak will affect the next generation.

Zheng Le is a vibrant and youthful girl, often dressed in sportswear, even in summer she wears
white socks and thick sneakers. At 1.67 meters tall, she has a well-developed, full bust, giving
her a pretty and modern look. I dare say she'd be a perfect member of a youthful beauty group.

Lin Lin seems much more demure, with a strong cultural air. Her clothing is refined, embodying the typical
delicate undoubtedly related to her parents' prominent position in the cultural world.

With my personality, I used to only steal glances at them at school, but now we can be
very close. Life has been kind to me. Zheng Le and Lin Lin sometimes look at Wendy and me with ambiguous eyes;
they clearly know about our casual relationship. At these times, I usually just smile shyly.

On Thursday afternoon, following Wendy's instructions, I bought a large bag of Nestlé ice cream and went to see her.

The villa area was quiet; the security guard nodded at me as a greeting. In the porch of Wendy's house, I unexpectedly
found two extra pairs of shoes: a pair of size 37 white sneakers and a pair of size 36 khaki
suede ankle boots. The long shoelaces were scattered on the ground; it was clear they belonged to Zheng Le and Lin Lin.

Sure enough, when I went in, the three of them were huddled together on the sofa, playfully fighting, with a variety
show .

Seeing me, they smiled and quieted down. I gave them the ice cream, and we watched TV together.

On TV, the host was playing a prank. She
mixed water with white vinegar, white wine, and salt, and a glass of plain water, then had the performers point to a glass from a distance and drink the mixture
. All three groups fell for it; one performer, after drinking the vinegar, grimaced and complained bitterly.

The three girls burst into laughter. Zheng Le said that if the actor had a dog's nose, it would be much easier;
he could tell them apart from a distance. Lin Lin couldn't help but chuckle. How could a human have such a keen sense of smell as a dog? They'd still
make mistakes .

Just then, Wendy suddenly frowned at me and said to the other two girls, "We'll try it and see."

"How?" they asked.

Wendy had a strange smile on her face: "Let Xiao Xiao prove it!" She stood up from the sofa. "How about this
! We'll have Xiao Xiao smell our socks, then mix them together, blindfold him,
and have him pick them out one by one for us. How about that? My idea is pretty good, right?"

"What?!" Lin Lin and Zheng Le were surprised.

"What are you doing?" Zheng Le asked, frowning.

I looked at Wendy; she looked at me trustingly—I had no choice! I nodded.

"Really!—Wow! You're so amazing, Wendy!" Zheng Le hugged Wendy and gave her an exaggerated kiss. "You really have
an obedient" servant. I thought it was a joke. "

How could that be? -- Who should we start with?" Wendy asked them.

"Of course, I should start with me!" Zheng Le happily lifted her feet. They were both wearing white cotton socks,
just slightly different lengths. Zheng Le was wearing Li-Ning sports socks, her long legs encased in jeans.
I squatted down beside her feet, slowly bringing my mouth close, trying to inhale the scent of her white socks.

Zheng Le watched my actions with interest, Lin Lin seemed quite surprised, and Wendy leisurely sipped
her ice cream .

Zheng Le's feet were actually quite beautiful, but those white-socked feet had been trapped in her sneakers all day, so the smell was quite
strong . But being a girl, the sweaty smell, though strong, wasn't unpleasant;
there was also a faint, uniquely feminine scent.

My earnest sniffing amused Zheng Le. "Hey, Xiao Xiao, do my feet smell bad?" she
smiled , revealing her clean, even teeth. "No! I'm used to it!" I blushed. Zheng Le suddenly
thought of something: "Wendy, what if he can't tell the difference?"

Wendy said, "Then we can punish him! Whoever picks the wrong one gets punished!"

Hearing that there was a punishment, I was startled and quickly tried to sniff every
trace of scent . When I sniffed her second foot, my body underwent a strange change; my penis actually
started to stir, and my heart pounded. What was wrong with me? I got an erection just from smelling girls' socks.

Wendy couldn't see the change in my lower body, and she added, "Xiao Xiao, you'd better lick our socks,
otherwise you'll be in trouble when you can't tell the difference." Her voice was very gentle, but I didn't do that.

When I sniffed Lin Lin's socks, she gently flinched, then boldly stretched her foot to my nose and
whispered, "Smell it, Xiao Xiao."

Lin Lin's feet were very delicate, just like her. When I smelled her white socks, my penis swelled even more
intensely. Her socks were spotless, with a faint scent of fur, indicating she had just changed them today.
They were quite long, peeking out slightly from her short-top hiking boots, casual yet simple. She wore
sheer , accentuating her stunningly beautiful calves.

Wendy hadn't gone out today; her white socks smelled of soap. I figured it wouldn't
be hard to tell their socks were the same. Wendy still reminded me to lick their socks, but I politely declined. My penis was already
throbbing, and I wondered what it would be like to lick their white socks. My attempts to save face
suddenly crumbled.

I was wrong. After they blindfolded me,
I was completely clueless when trying to identify their pile of white socks by smell. Aside from perfume, I couldn't detect any other scent. Hearing
their giggles, I immediately realized they had sprayed perfume on the socks. My identification was a disaster.
If I had licked the socks beforehand, I wouldn't have failed so miserably—I had picked them all wrong.

Pulling off the blindfold, I worried about what punishment they would use.

"Stand up!" Wendy said, looking at me lying on the ground.

"Oh!" I stood up dejectedly, suddenly realizing I had made an even bigger mistake. My
underwear was being mercilessly pushed up by my erection, and before I could cover myself, the three girls
gasped .

"Sorry! I didn't mean to!" I apologized hastily.

The three girls exchanged strange glances, then whispered amongst themselves for a while before looking at
me again. I noticed Zheng Le seemed excited, Lin Lin was somewhat shy, and Wendy looked completely at ease.

"You got them all wrong! I think you should be punished!" Wendy said.

"What...what punishment?" I was really afraid they would come up with some weird questions.

"Hmm—take off your pants in front of us, and then, oh! Right, kneel in front of us," Wendy
said.

"I...I..." My mind raced, and after thinking for a moment, I decided that I had no choice but to do as Wendy said.
What wouldn't I do for her if she was happy?

I slowly took off my shorts, revealing white cotton briefs underneath.

Wendy and the others sat upright on the sofa.

"Want more?" I asked cautiously.

"Of course! Take them all off!" Wendy glared at me.

I finally took off my briefs, my penis standing proudly erect.

Zheng Le and Lin Lin both let out a soft "wow."

Wendy looked disdainful.

I involuntarily knelt down in front of them, hoping it would make my penis less conspicuous.

Wendy said to Lin Lin and Zheng Le, "This is a boy's manhood, how ugly!" As she spoke, she stretched out
a clean, white foot and stepped on my crotch.

Like an electric shock, my body trembled, a warm current shooting from my thigh to the tips of my hair.

Wendy clearly felt my change; she moved her toes with slight interest, and my body immediately responded
with a twitch—an instinctive reflex. Only when she stopped could I catch my breath and control
my body .

Zheng Le, finding it amusing, tentatively stretched out a foot, first touching my
lower abdomen with her soft toes—oh my god, this was even more intense! My lower abdomen immediately tensed and hardened, my
rectus abdominis muscles bulging due to my workout. "Oh!" Zheng Le became interested and continued to tease my abdomen with her toes. Zheng Le's
foot was plump and smooth; after sliding across my chest a few times, I felt weak and couldn't help but moan softly.

Wendy's toes swirled around my penis, soft, smooth, and incredibly alluring. Before this, I
had never had sex with a girl, and I lacked the necessary objects of imagination for those childish sexual activities.
Wendy 's feet gave me a strange sensation; my penis swelled like never before, and my urethra secreted a clear fluid,
different from when I ejaculated. I knew this was the result of my forced control to prevent ejaculation. Her feet moved almost imperceptibly around my penis
, and even the lightest touch excited me immensely. I breathed heavily, my lower body
surging uncontrollably like waves; I was about to ejaculate. Lin Lin watched all this with her beautiful eyes, her naked legs
intertwined and rubbing together, but she didn't extend them towards me.

Suddenly, I let out a deep cry, and abruptly grabbed Wendy's feet with both hands, kneading them against my penis. A thick stream of white semen
shot out, spraying onto Zheng Le and Wendy's feet. The two girls quickly withdrew their feet. Wendy, her face
contorted with rage , slapped me across the face and kicked me, sending me sprawling to the ground. "Bastard!"

Zheng Le looked at the grime on his feet and scoffed.

Wendy wiped the grime off her feet with her white socks, then threw both socks at my face.
"Bastard! Lick those socks clean!" she yelled, covering her face as she ran into the bedroom. Her voice was trembling
with tears.

I was completely baffled when Zheng Le looked at me with a smile: "Silly boy, you hurt her feelings!"

I stared blankly: "Me?"

Zheng Le casually rubbed his feet against my body, trying to wipe off the pubic hair. After only a few rubs,
seeing my previously limp penis about to harden again, he couldn't help but laugh: "You're such a fool, don't you know why?"

Lin Lin chimed in: "She misses Lu Jun again!"

Zheng Le was surprised: "Ha! Little girl, you actually guessed that!"

Lin Lin blushed: "I was just guessing!"

Zheng Le rolled his eyes at her: "Your guesses are always spot on!—" He stuck out his tongue: "Pretending to be innocent!"

Lin Lin blushed and pounced on Zheng Le as if to hit him: "You..." "You're so mean! You're so mean!" Zheng Le laughed and dodged away,
glancing at her watch. She exaggeratedly said, "I'm not playing with you guys anymore. My boyfriend invited me to his house today, and I'll be late if
I .

You should talk to him! I'm leaving."

Lin Lin smacked her face: "You're such a womanizer, always thinking about dating him."

Zheng Le retorted, "So what if I am? It's not just dating, we're going to do 'that' too!"

Lin Lin threw a cushion at her: "Get lost! You're so vain!"

Zheng Le said, "Jealous, aren't you? Little girl, you haven't done 'that' with your guy yet! Tsk tsk! How embarrassing
—ha! ha!"

She turned around and did a beautiful dance move before skipping away.

Lin Lin frowned and looked at me for a while, then said, "You shouldn't have ejaculated. Only her boyfriend... only..." I
hurriedly pulled on my underwear while trying to explain, "I didn't expect it. This is my first time. I, I..."

Lin Lin said, "We didn't expect it either. Look at the stupid thing we did." I gritted my teeth and said, "Actually, it's nothing.
I like it this way."

Seeing Lin Lin's puzzled look, I added, "I like your feet. Really, they're so beautiful. I've
never seen feet as beautiful as yours."

"You mean, my feet are beautiful!" Lin Lin looked at her white feet.

"Yes! Why don't you do it like them?" I looked at this beautiful and quiet girl.

"Well—I'm not used to it yet. My feet have only been on my boyfriend's feet, but he
doesn't like it much," Lin Lin said.

"I like it!" I blurted out.

"Really?" Lin Lin looked at me earnestly.

I nodded reverently.

Lin Lin smiled gently: "Thank you!" Seeing me staring at her bare feet, she said, "Not today.
Adi is unhappy. I have to go now. You should talk to her more; maybe it will make her feel better."

She picked up her socks and backpack and left, leaving me alone in the living room, clutching
Wendy .

Wendy truly missed Lu Jun. In her life, only one man could be naked in front of her,
and that was Lu Jun, because she loved him and enjoyed seeing him naked. Now, she wanted to take revenge on this
unfaithful man, attempting to achieve this by teasing Xiao Xiao. However, Xiao Xiao's ejaculation reminded her of her first
time making love with Lu Jun. Back then, Lu Jun had been just as excited as Xiao Xiao, ejaculating outside her body, getting his penis
all over . She couldn't forget that philandering boy; after all, he had taken everything from her first love.
Wendy felt slightly apologetic towards Xiao Xiao. When she came out of the bedroom to comfort the poor boy, she found him
obsessively licking her white socks. She immediately abandoned the idea. Since he enjoyed being teased, why couldn't
she treat him like Lu Jun and vent her frustration? Thinking of... Then, she turned and took out a pair of light blue open-toed high-heeled sandals from the shoe cabinet
. Trying to maintain a composed demeanor, she walked up to Xiao Xiao and calmly said, "Lick these shoes
clean! I need to wear them tomorrow." From Xiao Xiao's shining eyes, Wendy saw burning desire and succumbing to subservience.

She was certain that, if she wanted, she could make this man ejaculate like a dog at any time, and she only
needed a pair of feet or shoes. She could even make this man masturbate in front of her; she could easily satisfy him
and control him. "Perhaps this is indeed a good little servant!" Wendy raised her beautiful
chin high. (

Chapter 3 )

After work, Wendy politely declined the branch manager's invitation to dinner. Regardless of whether it was out of respect for her parents
or affection for her, she had no interest in dealing with this refined leader. On her first day at work , Wendy
received the bank manager's attention, which made her colleagues jealous. What made them even more resentful was that this fresh
graduate was appointed as the deputy director of the office. Of course, this had nothing to do with her beauty.
Wu Ying, the typist in the office, was also very beautiful and a graduate of a prestigious university. She had been working there for two years, and her luck was clearly not as good as Wendy's.
But she wasn't jealous of Wendy at all because she knew she didn't have Wendy's illustrious parents. On the contrary, she
showed considerable affection for Wendy.

Wendy ate a light meal at McDonald's as usual. Her parents had a business dinner that evening, and this was always her solution.

Alone at home, Wendy thought about Lu Jun. Yes, the image of her first love, the person she both
hated and couldn't forget.

"Lu Jun..."

A surge of excitement welled up inside her. Suppressing the feeling, she drew the curtains in her room to block out the light.

Slowly, she began to take off her work uniform. The blue women's business suit, apart from the bank's logo
embroidered , was a completely unremarkable garment. But some perverted people liked
this.

The clothes fell down, leaving only her bra and shorts.

"Ah..."

Wendy groaned as she lay on the bed. She gently rubbed her breasts through her bra. Her other hand went over her shorts, slowly
caressing her private parts.

"Mmm..."

Wendy's bad habit began, an uncontrollable urge. And each time, she imagined Lu Jun, his tall
body bent, gently kissing her, caressing her entire body, his soft lips moving from her jaw down to her lower body.

"Ah..."

She lifted her T-shirt, her fingers rubbing her tender nipples. "Ah..."

Her sensitive nipples, stimulated, began to harden and erect. While touching her nipples, Wendy slipped her hand inside
her shorts.

"I can't take it anymore..."

She imagined Lu Jun sucking on her nipples while caressing the
tender , she began to attack her private parts. Her already slightly wet private parts, due to the caress of her fingers, produced even more
lubrication.

"Ah..."

The fingers that had been playing with her private parts finally moved to the place that needed it most in her lower body. She simply took off her shorts and boldly
spread her legs.

"Continue...continue..."

Wendy's fantasies grew even more obsessive. Lu Jun lay between her legs, spread wide in an M-shape, passionately licking her clitoris,
his tongue invading along her vulva, softly enveloping her erect penis. "Ah!"

She was starting to leak, barely having time to think. The movements of his fingers became faster and more intense, making
lewd sounds, and her vaginal secretions increased, flowing out like a flood.

He paused for a moment, then inserted a finger into her secret passage.

"Ah..."

Wendy's vagina could only accommodate one finger. Any more would terrify her. She loved sex so much that
even she was a little afraid of this. Lu Jun's slender fingers seemed to be inside her body, gently thrusting in and out.

His other hand caressed her clitoris, gently pinching it.

"Ah!"

Wendy, who couldn't usually penetrate too deeply, risked pushing her limits today, and thus reached orgasm prematurely. Her whole body
suddenly felt weak and exhausted, her muscles relaxing.

"Ah..."

She imagined herself in Lu Jun's gentle embrace.

"Lu Jun..."

Overwhelmed by emptiness and helplessness, Wendy burst into tears.

"Lu Jun, come back!...I love you..."

Her fingers lingered on her private parts for a long time before she suddenly screamed hoarsely, "Bastard!"
and threw the cushion beside her far away. The only sound in the villa was her low sobbing.

"

It's alright, Director Wen, I'll get it done for you soon!" Wu Ying said softly to Wendy.

Wendy nodded to her. She liked Wu Ying's diligence and respect for her, showing no
disdain Unlike Director Wang Dexin, whose eyes clearly held hostility,
Wu Ying was always gentle. Even when Wendy was on her period and in a bad mood, Wu Ying
would look at and carefully do things for her. There were four people in the office: the director, deputy director, and a middle-aged woman who was a clerk and
always claimed to be sick. Wendy didn't like doing anything, and Wang Dexin disdained doing anything, so most of the work fell on
Wu Ying . Thinking of this, Wendy looked apologetically at Wu Ying's back as she typed at the computer. Director Wang had a private
office, and the three of them shared one. Because the clerk wasn't there, it was actually just the two of them in the room.
Wendy filled a glass of water at the water dispenser and handed it to Wu Ying: "Thank you for helping me these past few days."

Wu Ying smiled slightly: "You're welcome." Wendy noticed that her teeth were very straight and white.

As she picked up the cup, Wu Ying's fingertips brushed against the back of Wendy's hand,
a touch of novelty and excitement stirring within her.

That evening, the two dined at a charming Japanese restaurant. Wendy seemed to have a good appetite;
besides enjoying fresh seafood, she ordered tempura for herself. They also ordered a
bottle sake. Wu Ying had a light appetite, but the two girls managed to finish the entire bottle, even though it was
a low-alcohol appetizer.

Wu Ying blushed, "You're very beautiful, Director Wen."

Wendy playfully scolded, "Don't call me Director, it sounds awful. Just call me Xiao Di."

"Can I call you Sister Xiao Di?"

"I'm two years younger than you, how can I call someone 'sister'?" "

You're the director, I should respect you!"

"Alright then! Little sister." Wendy giggled, taking Wu Ying's soft hand in hers; she hadn't been this happy in a long time.

"Sister Xiaodi, Sister Xiaodi!" Wu Ying called out sweetly, her alluring voice carrying
the charm of a woman from the Jiangnan water towns.

Wendy was suddenly startled, a strange feeling welling up inside her. She stared blankly at Wu Ying.

Wu Ying was already somewhat drunk. She no longer maintained her composure, took Wendy's hand, and gently
kissed it.

Wendy did not refuse. The obvious dependence and adoration in Wu Ying's actions pleased her.
The fragility shown by a girl two years older than herself gave her a sense of confidence.
Because it was a two-person booth, no one noticed in the dim light. Wendy reached out her other hand to stroke Wu Ying's hair.
When her fingertips touched Wu Ying's smooth neck, she could feel Wu Ying's excitement and trembling. "Mmm..." Wu Ying
moaned like a cat, nestling her body against Wendy's lap, her cheek lingering against Wendy's stockinged thigh
...

As the two walked hand in hand out of the restaurant under the moonlight, a new couple's relationship was established. They hailed
a taxi, and Wu Ying obediently nestled into Wendy's arms again.

III.

On the weekend, the branch office staff left early, everyone eager to rush home to arrange their evening gatherings.
Wendy and Wu Ying declined invitations from several young men. Once they were sure the hallway was empty, Wu Ying's breathing became
heavy and disordered.

Wendy's tongue pried open Wu Ying's lips, capturing her timidly withdrawn tongue. Wu Ying's tongue
sensitively tasted Wendy's tongue—a faint, uniquely feminine flavor, with
a inexplicable sweetness.

"Ah..."

Their lips parted, leaving a glistening strand of saliva.

"Sister Di, I..."

"Close the door."

"Okay, okay."

A surge of intense impulse. Wu Ying drew the curtains, plunging the classroom into darkness. In
the darkness , the two couldn't help but embrace.

Wu Ying nestled in Wendy's arms, letting her stroke her hair, enjoying Wendy's slightly sweet scent . 　　"Ying," 　　Wendy said, removing Yuko's tie and unbuttoning her blouse. 　　"Ah..." 　　Wu Ying, though eagerly anticipating this, still cried out softly in embarrassment. 　　"A cute bra," Wendy said, feigning expertise.
Her 　　hand caressed Wu Ying's full breasts through the pale rose-colored bra. 　　"Mmm..." 　　"Sit here," 　　Wendy said, lifting Wu Ying and placing her on the table. 　　"Ouch!" 　　A hand suddenly slipped under her skirt, caressing her warm thigh, slowly invading deeper. 　　"Your skin is so beautiful..." 　　Wu Ying's face flushed red. Although she had long harbored lesbian tendencies, this was the first time her body had been praised in front of her lover, filling her with a mixture of joy and shame. 　　Wendy lifted Wu Ying's bra and pressed her lips to the left nipple, a familiar sensation washing over her—the feeling of rolling around in bed with Lu Jun. But what did that matter now? Wendy thought, half sad, half joyful , as she sucked hard on the beautiful nipple, trying to dilute the memories of the past with this pleasure. 　　"Ah..." 　　Wu Ying's dream had now become a reality. Wendy caressed herself with her lips. Just thinking about it made her heart race and her desire surge. Sweet nectar flowed from the secret garden between her thighs. 　　"Hehehe, feeling it now?" Wendy acted roughly. 　　"No..." 　　Wu Ying's face flushed adorably. Through her panties, the wetness of her private parts was clearly visible. So wet; she rarely produced this much fluid. 　　"Let me taste it," Wendy recalled every detail of Lu Jun's love for her and applied it to Wu Ying . 　　She buried her head in her skirt, greedily inhaling Wu Ying's scent—a sweet, sensual aroma . She reached for Wu Ying's panties, but Wu Ying braced herself with her hands on her hips, allowing the panties to slip down smoothly, hanging in a small bundle around her ankles. 　　"Ah!" 　　The first time she experienced the sensation of her tongue licking her vulva, it was a hundred times more pleasurable than she had imagined, instantly bringing her to a state of intense pleasure.

The peak of the line. Although Wu Ying had had boyfriends before, she had never been treated like this by one.

"Ah, ah, ah..."

Wendy's tongue attacked without stopping, bypassing the foreskin and licking directly to the vulva, even gently biting it.

"Ah!"

More and more love juice flowed out, and her soft tongue licked up all the flowing love juice, and then immediately
more love juice overflowed, like a river dam bursting.

"Ah, ah, ah!..."

Wendy's tongue went a little deeper into Wu Ying's body, feeling that the entrance was very narrow, so she immediately pulled out her tongue and
licked , pressing her fingers on the clitoris and gently rubbing it.

"Ah...!"

Wu Ying's body trembled and went limp. Wendy came out from under her suit skirt and hugged the
limp and panting Wu Ying.

"Ah..." "Sister Wendy..."

"What?"

"I like you."

"Me too."

Wu Ying gathered her strength and kissed Wendy's cheek, and the two embraced.

"Ah... let me do it to you now."

"No, I don't want to."

"Why?"

"Ha, nothing."

"Don't be like this, don't you accept me? Do you hate me?"

"I'm on my period, silly little sister!" Wendy tapped Wu Ying's forehead with her fingertip.

"Then I want it too!" Wu Ying said coquettishly.

"It's dirty—" Wendy deliberately frowned, and Wu Ying pouted slightly.

Wendy sighed: "It really is dirty, today is the second day."

"I'm not afraid of getting dirty, I want to make you feel good!"

Wendy's heart stirred: "If you're not afraid of getting dirty, then lick my feet—"

"You're so naughty! If you want me to lick your feet, just say so, why beat around the bush?" "I
really got my period—if you don't want to, then forget it!"

"Don't be angry, Sister Wendy, your feet are very beautiful, I must lick them to my heart's content!" Wu Ying obediently
bent down, knelt at Wendy's feet, gently took off Wendy's leather shoes, and used her soft lips to hold
Wendy 's entire toe.

"Your socks are dirty, take them off before you lick them," Wendy said quickly.

"No way—I want to lick your socks—do you like it when people lick your feet, sister?" Wu Ying
frowned her pretty eyebrows.

"A college classmate who had a crush on me licked my feet, and it felt pretty good." Wendy stroked Wu Ying, who was kneeling on
the ground .

"A boy or a girl?"

"A lovestruck boy, he practically swore to be my dog—so pitiful!"

"He's not exactly your boyfriend, is he?"

"Of course." "

Oh—" Wu Ying continued licking Wendy's socks. "Is he very obedient to you?"

"Yes! As obedient as my dog."

"It's so lucky to be your dog, sister!"

"Do you want to be one too?" Wendy lifted Wu Ying's chin with her toe.

"Will you take me in?" Wu Ying asked teasingly.

"I'll take you in, sister! First, bark like a dog for me." Wendy smiled and looked down at Wu Ying.

Wu Ying barked twice, then couldn't help but laugh. Wendy got off the chair, and the two girls
huddled together on the carpet.

"You wouldn't want me to be your little puppy, would you?" Wu Ying happily snuggled into Wendy's arms. "Will your
classmate lick my feet?"

Wendy stroked Wu Ying's smooth nose with her finger. "If I order him, he'll lick them for you all
night ."

"Okay! Okay! You should make him lick my toes—tsk tsk, having a boy lick your toes must be
so cool!" Wu Ying excitedly pressed her face against Wendy's ample chest.

Chapter Four

In September, everyone gradually started working, and our contact decreased significantly. Wendy went to a large state-owned
bank; because of her prominent family background, her job was well-arranged. Lin Lin went to a
foreign development bank with a high salary. In comparison, Zheng Le's job was more relaxed. She only
led an hour of aerobics at "New Oriental Gym" every afternoon at 6 pm, and on her days off, she
worked part-time as an instructor at a British-owned riding club in Pudong.

Not long after I started working at the tax bureau, I received an invitation from Zheng Le.

"Xiao Xiao, come to our horse farm this week!"

"What's fun?"

"Of course, we have a new one-and-a-half-year-old stallion from Ireland. Want to try it out?"

"It's very expensive there!" I hesitated.

But Zheng Le's next words quickly dispelled my hesitation.

"If you're interested, you can also be my pony—I'm an excellent jockey." Zheng Le
chuckled on the other end of the phone.

My heart skipped a beat. Thinking of her pretty and happy face, I felt a kind of uplifting beauty.

"You stingy little thing, come on over! At 6 pm, all the guests will be gone. Friends can come for free!"

I laughed and agreed on the other end of the phone.

...

The setting sun was like blood, painting the forests in vibrant hues. Zheng Le and I rode side-by-side on the rubber-paved track, overlooking an
endless expanse of grassland. Zheng Le explained that this riding stable hosts over 2,000 horses daily for training, making
it one of the top-tier facilities in the country. The national equestrian team often uses this space for training before competitions. She pointed to her mare, Roselle, saying she performed exceptionally well on both hard and soft surfaces. 　　Dinner was at the club's Western restaurant. It was nearly empty; a few people were sipping baijiu and quietly enjoying Yanni's music. 　　Zheng Le, who is 1.67 meters tall, was mindful of her figure. She only ordered a vegetable salad with minimal dressing and a soda, while I ordered a Scottish-style roasted foie gras, which Zheng Le treated me to again. 　　Perhaps it was her generosity that overwhelmed me, or perhaps it was Zheng Le's undeniable beauty in the dim light that distracted me. I didn't properly fork the foie gras, and a piece fell under the table. I felt embarrassed and considered whether to pick it . 　　Zheng Le smiled and asked me, "What's wrong?"

"If you're not used to forks or chopsticks, you'll be able to grip them tightly!"

"Really? Then—can you grip this tightly?"

A sudden pull came from under the table as she stretched her leg, clad in a riding boot, between my legs, using the sole of the boot.

I was both surprised and delighted, involuntarily tightening my legs.

She gently pulled, and the gleaming boot slid out from between my legs.

"You can't even grip this tightly—you're really useless!" Zheng Le rested her chin on her hand, looking at me mockingly.

I chuckled awkwardly, rubbing the back of my hand.

"I'll give you one more chance—if you still can't grip it, I'll really punish you by making you my horse to ride!" Her
smile became even more beautiful.

I gripped one of her boots again, feeling her leg pull back. My thigh and calf bent
at a 90-degree angle, my calf perfectly wedged against her boot heel—the angle was perfect; even a man would find it difficult to
pull his foot back from between his legs.

Zheng Le was clearly exerting force; she bit her lower lip with her beautiful, white teeth, using her hands to brace herself against the table.

It seemed futile.

Her small lips pouted slightly—she was truly beautiful, her delicate skin smooth and white, possessing
a unique beauty, just like Wendy's. What would it feel like to lie at her feet?

My legs parted slightly, and her boots slipped back in.

She smiled alluringly: "I knew you'd deliberately lose to me—do you really want me to ride you like a horse?"

I nodded shyly.

"You came to meet me today for this, didn't you!" Zheng Le stared at me, placing the sole of her boot
between my legs again. This time, I yielded, spreading my legs wide, hoping she could step on
every .

"You're beautiful…" I stammered.

"Hehe, when I was riding that stallion, I noticed your eyes were strange. Were you jealous of it
?"

I nodded.

"You're quite honest. Come with me!" Zheng Le pushed aside the cutlery in front of her.

…

I followed nervously behind her, subconsciously using my briefcase to cover the bulge between my legs. Zheng Le clearly
noticed something and mocked me, "No need to hide anymore, it's so dark, who can see?"

We entered a small wooden hut, the resting place for the horse trainers. This room belonged to Zheng
Le, and it contained her personal saddle and tack. I saw her use a key to open a two-door wardrobe, taking out
a soft whip and a small saddle.

She tilted her head slightly, gesturing for me to lie on a wooden box. "Bend over!"—her voice
was somewhat cold…

"Whoosh—" I heard the whistling of the whip—my buttocks felt like they were on fire. "Ouch!—" I cried out
in agony .

"You make such a horrible sound!" Zheng Le said, displeased.

"Sorry, I'm not good at this!" I said with a pained expression.

"Does it hurt a lot?" she suddenly asked softly.

I nodded, feeling wronged.

"Then let it hurt a little more!" "Whoosh—"

"Ouch!—" I howled again, "You're so annoying! If it hurts, can't you move away?" Zheng Le glared at me with
her beautiful eyes.

"I dare not!"

"Why?

" "I'm afraid you'll get angry!"

"Hmm—you're spineless. Then come and whip me!" Zheng Le looked at me strangely.

I was startled: "No! No!"

"What—" Zheng Le lightly tapped my buttocks with the whip.

"I dare not," I said, almost groaning.

"You're really not a man!" Zheng Le struck me hard, and I cried out again.

She shook her head in disappointment: "I really don't know what else you can do?"

I was afraid of her disappointment, which might mean losing the chance to be with her. Although I didn't
love her, every normal man admires a beautiful woman.

I slowly slid down and lay down at her feet: "Sorry, I can be your horse!"

Zheng Le gave a very urban "tsk!" It was a Beijing habit of expressing contempt, and I
lowered my head even further.

She disdainfully lifted her leg and stepped on my back with her riding boot: "Besides being a horse, what else can you do?"

"I...I..." I stammered in panic. Yes! What else could I do?

"I'll kowtow to you—and—and—" I stammered nervously.

"Pfft," Zheng Le laughed. "You're such an idiot. What's so great about kowtowing? You think nobody
kowtows ? You know Chen Fangming from the Foreign Languages Department, right?—He knelt before me countless
times when he begged me to be his friend, humph! Is that so special?"

"I, I," I stammered, "I can do anything for you!"

"Then I'll give you two lashes!" Zheng Le looked at me. "But you're not allowed to scream. Your screams are awful!"

My back felt like it was being burned alive, but I gritted my teeth and nodded.

Zheng Le raised her whip and lashed it down, the lash striking my back hard. I winced in pain. Zheng Le
snapped and lashed down again. She was really ruthless!

"You're such a boring man! You can't dodge, and you can't beg for mercy! Humph—"

I immediately understood what she meant, and as another lash fell, I scrambled away, grabbing
her soft calfskin riding boots with both hands and pressing my face tightly against them: "Spare me! Spare me!

I'm your loyal servant, spare me!"

Zheng Le used the tip of the whip to lift my chin, so I could see her beautifully curved jawline: "I like
the way you beg for mercy, hmm, show me another one!"

I crawled back half a step, kneeling properly at her feet, and kowtowed several times reverently
: "Please spare me! I will obey all your orders, I am your devoted servant."

"Alright!" Zheng Le smiled demurely, leaning against the wooden box, stretching out a beautiful leg and placing it on my
shoulder: "My little servant, how will you make your sister happy?"

"I'll lick your feet, okay?" I looked at her expectantly.

"Want to lick a girl's feet? Humph! Do you think it's that easy?" She turned her face to the side and looked at me playfully.

"I'll lick you until you feel really good!" I said ingratiatingly.

"Like serving Wendy?"

"Yes!"

"Tell me, when you first saw my feet, did you want to kneel down and lick them?" Zheng Le
asked seriously. "Yes!" I nodded ashamedly. "Your feet are really beautiful!"

"What does Wendy ask you to do?" Zheng Le pondered for a moment. "Like licking her... "

She pointed to her... "No! She just teased me with her toes. "

This girl, still has feelings for Lu Jun! Teasing you with her feet? Do you like it?"

"Yes, I like it! She always makes me ejaculate with her feet."

"She doesn't cry anymore when you ejaculate? -- Tell me more specifically, about what happened between you two!" Zheng
Le seemed very interested in Wendy's affairs. "She stopped being angry, as if she was venting her frustration. Sometimes she even tried to make me ejaculate

a second or third time , but how could I possibly finish in such a short time? So she would kick my penis! It hurt! She only stopped when she teased me until I ejaculated a second or third time!" 　　"Hehe! You've got sadistic potential—has she ever slapped you?" 　　"No, she's only spat on my face." I said awkwardly, not understanding why Zheng Le was asking such detailed questions. 　　"That's quite something, spitting—hehe!" Zheng Le's expression was strange. 　　I thought she must also want to spit on my face, so I flattered her, "You can do that to me too!" 　　Zheng Le's expression became even stranger: "You'll see I'm even better than her in a 　　moment !" 　　For some reason, hearing her say that, my penis actually got hard, and she noticed it too, "Hmph!" 　　"Keep going! What else are you doing—you, you've kissed?" 　　I smiled bitterly, "How could that be! She seems to hate me, and now she's even less interested in men, like a lesbian. I'm just a punching bag for her!" "She doesn't hate you at all! A lesbian? Hmm— strange, I didn't notice! Wendy probably wouldn't go that far, she just hates Lu Jun!" Zheng Le stepped on my shoulder, "I noticed you were staring at my boots—were you trying to lick them?" 　　I swallowed, "Is that okay?" 　　"You'll experience the pleasure of licking boots, and you can lick for as long as you want," Zheng Le said, swinging her foot that was on my shoulder. "However, you won't be able to lick my feet so easily anymore. I know you like it, but as your master, I won't let you get this favor so easily. You know, for , being able to lick my feet is a lucky thing. Not every boy has this luck—do you believe that on the streets of Shanghai, I can just pick up any boy and make him kneel here, and keep him at my feet for as long as he wants!" 　　I knelt at Zheng Le's feet, nodding repeatedly, wondering what game she was going to play. I believed it wouldn't be as simple as Wendy's feelings for me, because only now did I realize that Zheng Le was not a simple girl. 　　"I want to know how loyal you are, I mean loyal to me. If you still dare to try to maintain your manly dignity in front of , then you'd better disappear from my sight immediately." 　　I crawled half a step, hugged Zheng Le's other leg, and pressed my face devoutly against her riding breeches to show my loyalty. 　　Zheng Le continued, "It's easy to lose your dignity in front of me, and it's also easy to abandon it in front of Wendy and Lin Lin, because you'd love that. But that's not thorough. I want to know how much you're really willing to sacrifice for me." 　　"Everything, really, everything!" I said hastily. 　　"Then, you'd better show off in front of my boyfriend!" Zheng Le chuckled. 　　"What?" I couldn't believe my ears. 　　Chapter Seven 　　Lu Jun was already addicted. A handsome and charming man had become pathetic once he lost his opium. At this moment , he was lying at Zheng Le's feet, with a whip hanging above his head in Zheng Le's hand. After Lu Jun became addicted, Wu Ying took him to Wendy. Wendy handed him over to Zheng Le and told Lu Jun that if he could satisfy Zheng Le, he could continue to get opium; otherwise, he would suffer terribly. Wendy, who knew Zheng Le well, knew that she had many ways to torture a man, but Wendy disdained to do so. She was also worried that she would be moved by Lu Jun's pitiful appearance and give up punishing him. Wu Ying thus regained Wendy's favor. Today, Lu Jun had knelt at Zheng Le's feet for the third time. He knew how 　　this athletic girl would punish him. He longed to get that small packet of opium from Wu Ying after the nightmare. For someone who had toyed with the feelings of many women, he felt a terrifying sense of retribution! 　　"Miss Zheng Le!—Today, whatever you want to do, I'll cooperate." Lu Jun asked, tears streaming down his face, as he lay on the wooden floor of Zheng Le's bedroom. Perhaps the humiliation Zheng Le inflicted on him could lessen the pain of his opium addiction. 　　Zheng Le flicked the top of his head with the tip of her whip. 　　Today, she was dressed beautifully; only in this way could she arouse Lu Jun's desire to torment him. Zheng Le wore knee-high, gleaming red leather boots that reached almost to her knees Lu Jun's pitiful appearance was faintly reflected in the boots . She wore very little: a sleeveless, red leather top with a thong attached, and no bra. Her full breasts bulged out from the top, revealing a pleasing cleavage. Zheng Le had deliberately applied makeup; her bright eyes, white teeth, thick black hair, and long eyelashes gave her a Western beauty. Platinum wristbands adorned her bare, snow-white arms, making her both sexy and alluring, like a sensual goddess deliberately sculpted by Satan to bewitch all beings. Lu Jun was no longer destined to enjoy Zheng Le's beauty; for him, nothing was more captivating than a pack of opium. 　　"You're going to have a wonderful afternoon today, like any afternoon with a girl. I'll... I'll make you climax." Zheng Le scrutinized this once-popular playboy from school. His days of being the center of attention were long gone; now he was just a stinking man kneeling at his feet, letting him torment him. The difference was, this was a handsome stinking man. 　　Lu Jun looked up at Zheng Le with a bitter smile. He had almost lost interest in women; the allure of opium had nearly robbed him of everything. "Do whatever you want with me, just give me some cigarettes," he replied weakly. 　　"How do you want me to do what I want with you? Like last time, pretending to be a dog for me—no! no! no! I don't have any..."

"Interest, you don't look like a dog at all, even with the best leash on you." Zheng Le flicked
Lu Jun's head with the tip of her whip.

"Then you can ride me then." Lu Jun looked pitiful. He thought,
the era of girls kneeling on the ground and sucking his penis is truly over.

"You're such a boring person, so old-fashioned." Zheng Le grabbed his hair and stared coldly at him.

Lu Jun had lost the courage to look up at Zheng Le. Back in school, he had had feelings for Zheng Le,
but the occasional sharp look in this beautiful girl's eyes was a bit too much for him. It wasn't
the affected look of an ordinary girl; it was as if she could see into the depths of your heart. Lu Jun didn't dare to be rash, so he focused all his energy
on the gentle and graceful Wendy. Today, being trampled underfoot by this girl seemed like retribution,
a predetermined outcome.

Zheng Le stomped her boots on Lu Jun's thighs, twisting them hard. She was determined to
crush the soul of this once arrogant man, to trample it underfoot, to make him tremble, weep, and beg for mercy at the mere sight of her, to
revere her as a woman reveres a man. She was very confident in herself; otherwise, why would Wendy have
entrusted him to her? Wendy truly understood her, perfectly aware of the devilish nature beneath that angelic face.

"People say that a whip that's been soaked in water hurts a lot. Do you want to try it?" Zheng Le asked gently,
as if whispering to a lover.

Lu Jun's heart skipped a beat, and he hurriedly said, "It's real, really, no need to try."

"What, are you scared? Didn't you say you'd do anything for Adi—this is a reward Adi gave you
!"

"No! No, Wendy isn't that kind of person!" Lu Jun cried out. He could almost feel the
whip lashing his body. The girl in front of him was a part-time horse trainer; she not only knew the
weakest points of a horse but was also certainly familiar with the most vulnerable parts of a human body.

"Are you going to refuse? Are you going to refuse all the pleasure that comes with it, including tonight's dinner?" Zheng Le
's fingers gracefully played with Lu Jun's handsome hair; she could already feel the man's body trembling.

The so-called "dinner" was actually just 10 grams of opium.

Lu Jun nodded. He thought he was really finished, having fallen for a girl like this; it was
karma .

Lu Jun consciously bent over. Although he had been smoking opium for two months, his mind was still sharp;
he knew how to satisfy this girl, otherwise, the whip would fall even harder on him. He glanced back
at Zheng Le, trying his best to project a handsome image. His gaze was incredibly masculine, captivating many girls
. Zheng Le clearly noticed it too, but she remained unmoved. The more charming a man was, the more she wanted to
trample him underfoot.

Zheng Le's whip had already been soaked in water; it was a beautifully crafted black hand whip, a classic among city
toys , quite soft and resilient, looking more like a work of art. When this work of art lashed
out at Lu Jun's buttocks, all the beautiful imagery vanished. He straightened his body in pain, his handsome features
contorted in agony.

Zheng Le laughed, "Comfortable, my young master?"

"Comfortable," Lu Jun managed to say, forcing himself to stay upright.

"Alright, then I'll reward you with another lash!" Zheng Le used all her strength, and with another "crack!"
—"Ouch!" Lu Jun cried out.

"You scream so beautifully! Come on! I'll give you another lash!" — "Crack!" "Ah—"

Lu Jun screamed in agony, each lash burning his buttocks like fire. The pain of the first lash
now felt like a dull knife cutting into his skin. He knew that the pain of each lash would follow in succession, and sweat
streamed down his forehead.

Zheng Le's forehead was also covered in fine beads of sweat, from exhaustion. She had given it her all with each lash; only three lashes,
but it felt like thirty. But she enjoyed it, enjoyed every detail of torturing a man. She reached out and
stroked Lu Jun's buttocks, gently pulling down his ripped underwear, revealing his naked genitals.
His penis, unusually hunched over in his dark curly hair, trembled slightly, like a man
shivering . Lu Jun was exactly like that; his legs trembled uncontrollably, his throat
gasping for breath to alleviate the torment of pain. He looked at Zheng Le with fear, never expecting
her to be so ruthless today.

Zheng Le was delighted by Lu Jun's reaction. What she wanted was for this man to have genuine respect for her.
Today was just the beginning. Conquering such a man was truly a pleasurable thing. Why didn't Wendy
know how to enjoy it?

A smile played on her lips, and Lu Jun assumed she had given up. He forced a fawning smile back, a smile
that was truly bitter—but it froze instantly. Zheng Le's fourth lash
struck his shoulder like a dragon emerging from the sea. His shoulder went numb at first, but in an instant, intense pain engulfed
his entire body. The spot where the lash had struck felt like countless venomous snakes' fangs had gnawed at him; every inch was excruciatingly painful. It was such a
long, drawn-out pain! Before he could even feel the first lash, the fifth lash followed like a shadow. There was almost
no sound of the whip cracking; everything seemed to freeze. The only sound was the whip, no longer
so thin, no longer so delicate, but

like the tail of a deep-sea monster, it crashed down relentlessly. Lu Jun collapsed to the ground like rotten wood. He knew he
was going to die. His limbs clenched tightly, feeling every muscle in his body being brutally and bloodily
torn away. He could hear his bones cracking one by one. His neck stiffened, his face flushed, his tongue lolling
out . Heavy breaths came one after another. After a long while, he suddenly let out a howl somewhere between human and beast
, piercingly mournful, like the wailing of a wronged soul from the deepest hell. After the scream, Lu
Jun began to groan incessantly, his limbs twitching rhythmically, before he finally caught his breath.

Seeing Lu Jun's contorted cries, Zheng Le's smile deepened. This way of playing made the man seem like
a toy. She also felt that Lu Jun's stamina was still quite strong; otherwise, those lashes would have knocked him unconscious! If those
lashes had struck his inner thighs, they would probably have been even more effective. Zheng Le raised the whip again.

Lu Jun's weak gaze swept over him, and seeing Zheng Le raise the whip again, his already exhausted body...
Suddenly, with a sudden burst of strength, Lu Jun knelt up, crawled half a step, and knelt under Zheng Le's boots, kowtowing repeatedly
and pleading, "Spare me! Grandma Zheng Le, spare me! Grandma Zheng Le! Don't hit me anymore, please don't
hit me anymore!"

Lu Jun's head slammed against the wooden floor, making a loud thud. Zheng Le, annoyed, stepped on his head, saying, "
What nonsense are you spouting? What grandma? Am I that old?"

"No, no! I... I'm really afraid you'll hit me again, please don't hit me anymore. I'd be willing to be your grandson
, I'll do anything, just please, please don't hit me anymore! It hurts—waaaah!" Lu Jun cried
.

"Hmph! Be my grandson! Do you deserve it?" Seeing how cowardly and weak Lu Jun was, Zheng Le lost interest. She was
tired of hitting him, so she sat down on the sofa, her two legs, clad in tall leather boots, draped over Lu Jun.

Lu Jun lay prostrate on the ground, afraid to move an inch. The slightest touch of the leather boots made him cower.
Seeing his terrified state, Zheng Le felt a surge of desire. Her bright eyes darted around, pondering ways to continue
tormenting him.

"Hey! Hey! My handsome guy!" Zheng Le kicked Lu Jun's face with her boots. "If you don't want to endure the whipping anymore
, oh, I didn't expect you to be so fragile, tsk tsk! Like a child, what are you crying for? So pathetic—how about
this, you please me, hmm—masturbate in front of me, I want to see how aroused your thing is,
tsk tsk , are you even a man?" She smiled, shaking the boots on his body.

"Yes! Grandma Zheng Le!" Lu Jun cried, thinking this was better than being whipped.

"Pah!" Zheng Le slapped him hard across the face. "What 'grandma, grandma'? You're making me sound old!"

"Then what should I call you?" Lu Jun asked cautiously. "Hmm—call me 'Princess'!" Zheng Le
said with a grin, kicking him hard with her boot. "Let's begin, masturbate in front of me!"

Lu Jun grasped his penis and began to stroke it up and down. After all, it was his first time being forced to masturbate in front of a girl,
and coupled with fear, he couldn't get aroused for a moment. Zheng Le sneered, "Looks like you're really not a man. You'd
better get whipped."

Lu Jun said with a mournful face, "Princess, don't hit me, I'll try!" In his panic, his penis became even
weaker . He had been addicted to smoking for a long time, and his sexual ability had deteriorated, but it wasn't to the point of being unable to get an erection. Lu Jun, who used to
be so charming, was now limp and useless. He was getting a little anxious and began to stroke it up and down forcefully.

Zheng Le thought for a moment, then took a pair of white, lace-trimmed casual socks from her sneakers under the bed and held them up to Lu
Jun's face. "Here you go! Little Indian, here's a prop for you. Smell my socks, maybe it'll help." She chuckled
to herself , finding it amusing

.

Lu Jun only smelled a strong odor. The tops of the socks were yellowed and stiff, clearly
soaked with sweat from exercise and unwashed. But this was the only thing that could give him sexual arousal. Hearing Zheng Le laugh,
he thought that perhaps this was the only way to please this crazy girl. Lu Jun feigned intoxication,
deeply inhaling the scent of Zheng Le's socks, trying to calm himself, his hand smoothly gliding over his crotch. He
clearly felt that the tops of the socks had a similar stench, but the cuffs smelled of gardenias.
Clearly, Zheng Le's clothes and socks had been scented with herbs. She was truly a fashionable girl, but her gaze was so
sharp ; how could he dare to have any improper thoughts about her! Lu Jun's gaze deliberately avoided Zheng Le's exposed breasts; he
was absolutely unworthy to admire them. Smelling her white stockings was perhaps the greatest intimacy he could hope for, far better than
being close to her whip.

Lu Jun greedily stuck out his tongue to lick Zheng Le's stockings (he did this on purpose; only by appearing
despicable might this little devil let him go). Sure enough, Zheng Le was delighted: "Hey, Lu Jun, I really want
to tell you, you look so cool licking my stockings! Come on!—show me a 'cool' look!"

Lu Jun, holding the white stocking in his mouth, tried his best to look "cool," but his heart ached more than if he had been whipped.

Zheng Le giggled: "Your shameless look is so endearing. Come on, handsome guy, one more!"

Lu Jun struck another "cool" pose.

Zheng Le's smile relaxed Lu Jun's nerves, and his hand finally made his penis erect, glistening with
pre- ejaculate.

"My smelly socks can bring you so much pleasure! Hehe!" Zheng Le said happily, imagining
how wonderful it would be if Xiao Xiao and Lu Jun could kneel before her at the same time—but soon, she realized that
Lu Jun and Xiao Xiao were not the same. Xiao Xiao was truly intoxicated at her feet, while Lu Jun
was acting! Zheng Le immediately turned stern: "Is this how you masturbate!
Don't you even make a sound of pleasure! Don't you ever flirt with girls when you're in bed?"

Zheng Le looked at the whip in her hand: "I want you to make sounds of pleasure, real sounds of pleasure, yes!
Facing my socks, make sounds of ecstatic pleasure. My socks are your woman, a
woman who makes love with you, and I want you to act like it's exactly like in bed." After saying that, she was also pleased with her own idea;
it seemed that this lowly man could inspire her.

Lu Jun knew that she had seen through his scheme, so he could only try his best to agree to Zheng Le.

Lu Jun pressed his face against the sock, gently stroking it with one hand, and said in a soft voice, "My little
darling , your skin is so nice, let me lick you, you're so beautiful! Let's go to bed!" He
groaned inwardly, what had he become? He was such a pervert, asking to have sex with a stinky sock. But what
could he do? If he didn't do this, where would he get his opium?

Zheng Le completely handed the sock to him. Lu Jun's contrived performance disgusted her, aroused her, and
made her laugh. She suppressed her laughter; she could see this man's dignity and soul
slowly being squeezed out of his body.

"Oh, my little fairy, you're perfect, I love your curves!" Lu Jun placed the sock on his head,
squinting his eyes in a non-existent sexual fantasy.

"Let me smell you, okay?" Lu Jun gently brought the sock's opening to his nose, softly burying his mouth
inside, his lips moving as if he were nuzzling a beautiful girl's breasts. "Mmm—so comfortable," he
rubbed his face against his socks.

Zheng Le sat on him, then stepped on Lu Jun's neck with her boots. This was going to be quite a show!

She considered herself a great director, oh, but she was missing a supporting actor, otherwise the game wouldn't be interesting
. So, she decided to call Xiao Xiao over. Looking at Lu Jun already having put his penis inside the top of his white socks,
Zheng Le thought contemptuously, Xiao Xiao would be even happier.

So, Zheng Le paged Xiao Xiao; the poor boy would definitely be rushing over—
oh, not perfect yet, how could there be no audience? Right, call Lin Lin. If she saw Lu Jun
like this, she might jump up in surprise! Aha! This little girl, didn't she used to have a crush on this
Prince Charming? Tsk tsk, look at her Prince Charming kneeling at my feet crying now, she might
faint !

Chapter Eight

When Lin Lin walked into Zheng Le's bedroom, she almost screamed. Her heart pounded wildly
, her high heels almost giving way. She struggled to hold onto the doorframe, staring at everything in astonishment,
her mouth agape.

Lu Jun was completely naked, sprawled on the wooden floor, his mouth buried in a white low-top sneaker
, a white sock covering his genitals.

Xiao Xiao, Wendy's infatuated suitor, was intently licking Zheng Le's bare feet,
two tall leather boots dangling around his neck. ...

(To be continued)

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