[Fetish][Falling in Love with Your Feet] (Complete Edition)

On our wedding night, I felt incredibly happy.

My happiness wasn't because I had a beautiful bride, but because she had such beautiful feet, and I
finally had the satisfaction of holding them as I fell asleep.

I didn't ask her to remove her finery; I only wanted her to reveal her small feet. The bride was shy and
obediently complied, removing her shoes and socks, revealing a pair of tiny, white feet like jade rabbits in my hands.
I stroked each of her ten tender toes, the round, full instep, the shallow arch, and the hollow of her foot.
The caresses of my fingers weren't enough to express my excitement. Although I tried my best to restrain myself from being too impulsive or frightening
the bride, I couldn't resist kissing those small feet—those
jade feet that had captivated me at first sight! How else could I express my love?!

The bride's feet involuntarily pulled back, but I held them tightly, preventing them from moving. Her face flushed slightly,
whether from shame, annoyance, or embarrassment, I couldn't tell. I didn't care; all I knew was that my excitement was indescribable.
After stroking her enough, I hugged the bride's feet and drifted off to sleep.

Then, I went into that dream again…

I was probably only about four years old then. My little sister, who had just started learning to walk and
talk, was naturally the center of attention. I would get dressed and dash out the door in the morning, and naturally,
no one would notice. That little spotted dog was following me again, my little yellow dog, a
stray dog from who-knows-where. I had tried to bring it home twice, but my mother had chased me away both times, so it only dared to follow me closely
when . I didn't know where to take it. My childhood always seemed to be
a time of nowhere to go. I had no friends. Being ignored by my parents, I naturally wouldn't be
valued by other children. So that morning, little yellow dog and I started wandering aimlessly as usual.
Then we wandered to the abandoned air-raid shelter opposite the residential compound. The shelter was closed off, and few people went there,
so it was overgrown with weeds. Because few people went there, and because the cave entrance was cool in summer and warm in winter, it was
a place where Xiao Huanghuang and I often stayed. As usual, we quietly approached the cave entrance. Then…

then, with all the fear I had accumulated since I was four years old, I opened my eyes wide to face the scene before me: a pale,
white human body, hanging motionless at the cave entrance!!

I didn't speak. I couldn't utter a single word. I only remembered those feet. I stared at those feet, because
I recognized them—they were Sister Qian'er's feet, only whiter than usual, so white they stung my eyes.

The first time I saw Sister Qian'er, she was washing her feet by the stream. The round-faced Sister Qian'er greeted me
with a smile , but I only remembered those feet, perfectly proportioned, white like translucent jade carvings, covered
with glistening water droplets. That was the ultimate beauty in my childhood memories. Later, I learned that Sister Qian'er
was the newlywed bride of the canteen manager in our compound, and she often appeared in the compound. I often followed behind her,
my eyes fixed on her feet. I constantly longed for her to take off her shoes and socks again, so I
could see . But I dared not speak. I could only stay by her side, waiting.

Sister Qian'er's husband treated her badly; I often heard her being beaten and scolded, but I never saw her retaliate, only
her smiles dwindling day by day. Later, I heard the adults say that the canteen manager and the sanitation worker had some kind of
affair, and they all pointed fingers, saying it was Sister Qian'er's fault. I could only follow her, my heart aching, not knowing how to
help her. I even thought that when I grew up, I would marry Sister Qian'er and cherish her beautiful
feet , holding them in my dreams. But that was all.

But now, what happened to Sister Qian'er? Why is she hanging here by a rope? Why isn't
she wearing clothes? Is she in pain? Is she cold? Is she suffocating?

I just stood there, staring blankly, panting heavily but unable to utter a sound. Little Yellow's
incessant attracted the adults, and chaos erupted. I was pushed aside: "This child, what are
you doing standing here like a fool?! Is this a place for you? Go away, go play somewhere else!!"

I walked away.

I went to a more distant place.

I started talking to dandelions and the Undying.

I started only talking to things that didn't make a sound, and I did this for a long time.

...

Waking up from this dream, I was covered in cold sweat, only the soft warmth of the little feet in my arms
calmed my trembling. I gently rubbed and traced upwards along those little feet, peeling away the layers of
the bride . The bride finally opened her eyes wide, waking up in my arms, and witnessed with me my,
no, our, wedding night. (That was a year of happiness.

My bride gradually learned of my fondness for feet, and she meticulously cared for them every day. At night, she would always warm her feet with
hot water before getting into bed, then place her soft, pink feet against my stomach or gently against
my chest. Each time we were intimate, she grew accustomed to my caresses starting with her toes, then
moving upwards until a climax. I also fell in love with the hazy, gentle light in her eyes
and the flush on her face when I caressed her feet. Sometimes, even just sitting and talking, her unintentional placement of her feet on my stomach
would ignite an unexpected storm of passion. I enjoyed it.

I thought happiness would last forever.

But fate was unkind.

Perhaps the heavens were jealous.

My obedient and gentle wife suddenly fell ill.

The doctor said there was nothing they could do, because the illness was so severe and sudden; they could only watch as the light of life slowly
faded from her eyes.) I held her hand tightly, never letting go.

Late at night, she suddenly opened her eyes, her gaze unusually clear and bright, looking at me as if we had just
met. She tried to get up, and I quickly embraced her, making her as comfortable as possible against my chest.
She smiled, then tears streamed down her face, saying, "My silly brother, I'm leaving. Without your
little , how will you sleep tonight?" She raised a hand, as if to touch my face, but it fell
limply in mid-air.

I held her, speechless, until she grew cold inch by inch in my arms, my tears falling drop by drop
into her hair, until dawn, until the doctor came to check on her… The bride is gone.

A pair of tiny, jade-like feet vanished like a wisp of smoke. All that remained was the feeling of utter annihilation;
everything was now just a passing cloud. I was more silent than ever before, though outwardly I appeared more resolute. Many thought
I was optimistic and strong, but only I knew that my inner soft spot could no longer withstand any further bruising.

On the street, in movies and television, I remained captivated by women's beautiful feet; this peculiar habit
hadn't lessened but had intensified. Occasionally, I would say to a woman I admired, "Take off your shoes, let me
see your bare feet." Sometimes I'd get a disapproving look, sometimes a mocking laugh, and sometimes, a
kind woman would secretly peek out a pair of small feet for me to see when no one was around, then quickly put her shoes and socks back on,
afraid of being seen.

No one knew the physiological reaction I had when I saw a pair of delicate, pink feet—a reaction only a
man would have upon seeing a naked woman, not even the women who were willing to take off their shoes for me.
Women like that are usually kind and innocent. Whether out of sympathy or pity, they only assume I have a fondness
for women's soccer. They can't fathom the shadows in my heart.

They can't see me. I can't touch them either—those tiny, exquisitely carved feet, like jade rabbits.

This torment lasted for many years.

Until I met Xiu.

I met Xiu in the summer.

Xiu was a girl who loved to wear sandals barefoot. Bright and lively like the sun.

I was captivated by her ten toes but dared not make any advances, because Xiu was my student.

I secretly followed Xiu's feet with my eyes; those slender ankles, perfect insteps, and delicate toes
became the objects of my dreams countless times. But during the day, I dared not face her, always
avoiding her as much as possible. Even though when Xiu looked at me, her eyes were clear, transparent, and respectful. Her gaze even gave me
the illusion that she thoroughly understood all the thoughts hidden in my heart, simply understanding but choosing not to speak them
aloud . This made me even more flustered and helpless.

I watched Xiu from afar, from summer to autumn. The weather turned cool, Xiu put on socks and sneakers, and
I could no longer see her tiny toes. I couldn't help but feel a pang of regret, always wishing that this long autumn and winter
would pass quickly.

Suddenly one evening, Xiu came to my dormitory to ask me for help with her homework. I helped her answer her questions, but she
didn't seem to be in a hurry to leave. Her eyes followed my uneasy movements in the room, making me feel incredibly
awkward .

Finally, she smiled. Under the orange light, her smile rippled like water to every corner of the room.

"Teacher, could you sit down?" she asked, still smiling gently, pointing to another chair in front of her. "I
don't eat people, do I? Hehe."

I had no choice but to sit down in front of her, not daring to look at her face. My gaze shifted downwards, and I saw her even more unbearable sight
: a pair of tiny feet, wearing pink sneakers and snow-white cotton socks. The socks were shallow, barely covering her ankles, revealing
a perfect transition between her slender ankles and calves.

I couldn't sit still any longer. Just as I was about to get up, she pressed me down. Then Xiu bent down and began to untie her
shoelaces, then took off her socks, lifted her tiny feet, and placed them on my lap!

I stared in disbelief. Xiu's cheeks were flushed pink, her eyes brimming with tears. She let out a soft
sigh and said, "Silly girl, I know you've been thinking about this for a long time..."

Then she took my hands and placed them on those cold little feet.

To me, those words and those feet were like a thunderbolt. In an instant, too many emotions surged up. I trembled as
I held those feet that I had lost and then regained, tears streaming down my face!

That night, I was speechless once again. I hugged Xiu's feet, crying my heart out, acting so unlike a man
. But Xiu, ten years younger than me, showed extraordinary understanding and tolerance. She said nothing,
just gently embraced me, then led me to bed, settled me down, and pressed herself tightly against my back,
like one spoon against the other. She kept combing my hair until I calmed down and
fell asleep . When I woke up, Xiu was gone, making me feel as if the past night had just been another
beautiful dream about her. I couldn't believe I had such happiness; I couldn't believe Xiu had so bravely entered
my life. Until the moon rose high in the willows, Xiu came again, dragging a small suitcase behind her, standing at the door
smiling and saying, "Silly boy, aren't you going to help me?!" Little Xiu, just like that,
stepped my life.

Later, after our passion subsided, I asked Xiu how she knew my habits so well. Xiu first
smiled, then, unable to resist my tickling of her feet, she laughed before saying seriously, "Silly girl, I
really can't explain it. I just feel that when you look into my eyes, it's like I was born recognizing you. I
know immediately what you're thinking. That's it."

And so, Xiu left the girls' dormitory at school and moved into my small apartment, starting
a life nestled beside me. Many times, I forgot the age gap between us because
she was so gentle, so understanding, and without any of the spoiled arrogance of a young girl.
She knew what I wanted, and she would fulfill even my most eccentric requests, always with a subtle smile on her face.

I was cautiously happy. I dared not flaunt it, afraid that fate would once again snatch away my
hard-won happiness. But fate still intervened.

After all, Xiu was still a student, and I was her teacher. Our open cohabitation
caused a huge uproar at school. When the department and school leaders spoke with me, I remained silent, gritting my teeth but
unable to utter a single promise to leave Xiu'er. As a result, all the pressure shifted to Xiu.

Xiu was originally an excellent student, always very active at school, and this unusual situation caused her
notoriety to rise sharply, adding a negative mark to her school record for the first time.
The student affairs office, the academic affairs office, the student union, the school's Youth League Committee—one after another, spoke with Xiu. The pressure Xiu endured
was unimaginable. For a while, when Xiu returned to our room, she would sit there all night, lost in thought, without saying a word.
That blank stare tore at my heart, yet I was helpless. I tried to tell jokes to make Xiu laugh, but after
a long time, she seemed not to hear me at all, always turning to me at the end, looking at me with innocent eyes, and saying: "Silly..."
"Fool, where did we go wrong?" I couldn't answer that.

I could only remain silent.

Then, tears would slowly well up in Xiu's beautiful eyes and fall silently.

This silent weeping tore at my heart.

One day, a girl in Xiu's class told me that the school had told Xiu's family about our situation, and Xiu
's parents had also written to put pressure on her. She said that after receiving the letter that afternoon, Xiu locked herself in her dormitory and cried
for the entire afternoon. 9p# This time, I truly wavered and began to seriously consider whether I should
leave . I love Xiu, I love her as a person, I love her heart, I love her beautiful feet, and I want to give her a lifelong
happiness, because that happiness is something I desperately crave. But I found that I couldn't fight against everything from the outside.
I could resist all the accusations and criticisms, but the world's judgment didn't point the finger at
the wicked me, but rather, without reason, at my weak, pitiful, and innocent Xiu. If I had the heart to throw Xiu into
the center of such a whirlpool, what would I be? But I was powerless to pull her out... tejm Finally, I
made up my mind to leave.

I thought I would tell Xiu my decision when she came back.

But to my utter surprise, Xiu didn't come that night, and the next morning I learned that
she had taken an action I never imagined.

That night seemed calm and uneventful, but Xiu's absence and lack of any news made
me extremely uneasy. I knew this girl's extraordinary fierceness, so I knew this must be the darkest night before a
major battle , and all the calm was just a facade.

Xiu's phone remained off, and I suddenly realized I didn't have her dorm phone number; I had no other
way to contact her. I could only...

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