[Fetish][Childhood Games]

Childhood memories are always memorable. There were many things we didn't understand, yet some we did understand, but adults saw
this half-understanding as utter ignorance. Even if something went too far,
they'd simply say, "He doesn't understand yet." They didn't realize that doing so was condoning these children's actions. I remember several children who knew perfectly well they shouldn't
have done , but they did them anyway. When adults complained, they were simply
dismissed with, "He doesn't understand." These children grew up to be lawless; in my eyes, they were all masters of manipulating women. Unfortunately, I became
just like .

I only realized this later. It's not surprising, really. People always see the flaws in others but
rarely face their own.

This seems to have been present in my childhood... (The text abruptly shifts to a different topic) ...not quite "sexual," but
more like devising ways to tease girls.

When I was around 10 or 16, we had grown tired of playing marbles, cigarette boxes, and
house. We wanted more challenging games, the most common being
imitating movies. The girls, in particular, were incredibly enthusiastic about this, showcasing their acting
talents and desires to the fullest. There was a movie I can't remember the name of, but it was about a female
underground Communist Party member captured by the enemy, subjected to brutal torture by imperialists, who refused to betray her comrades and
ultimately sacrificed herself heroically. This image of a tall, brave female hero was what girls adored most. They
vied to play the heroine, to the point that their games no longer followed the movie's plot; only
the scene of the female Communist Party member being tortured by the enemy remained for them to fully express their acting desires.

So, in a stroke of genius, I thought I could take advantage of the girls while playing these games, maybe even
grope them. Those naive girls, oblivious to my wicked schemes
, saw this as the true, ugly face of a reactionary, making it easier for them to put on their acting.

My story begins here.

Su Lei was my good friend, classmate, and neighbor—a beautiful girl with big, bright,
sparkling eyes. Her parents came to this city from Shanghai in the 1960s, so she possessed
a : fair skin. Another reason I liked her was her beautiful little feet—
slender, with white insteps, rosy soles, and ten plump toes arranged in a row. When she was barefoot,
her toes were always curled up, making her forefoot appear so smooth, and the constant, restless curling of her toes
was even more alluring. I found it strange that I developed such a strong interest in a girl's body part so early on
, especially her feet, which most people don't pay attention to. She never let me touch her delicate feet;
perhaps her sexuality was maturing. But I became increasingly interested in her, especially her feet. So I
started to have some mischievous ideas.

One summer day, Su Lei called me to her house, saying she was bored and wanted me to keep her company.

Great! I couldn't be happier. But what should we play?

Let's play our usual game of tag. I'm the arts and culture representative at school, I can
really perform!

Hearing this, I instinctively felt my chance had come. "Well, since you're so good at it, I'll set
the rules , okay?"

"Sure, you'll lose no matter what!" Su Lei said confidently.

Here's the deal: you hide, and I'll find you within an hour. If I find you, you'll be
punished; if I don't find you within an hour, I lose, and I'll be punished. How about that?

Sounds interesting. "Let's begin!" I grinned wickedly. Her house wasn't that big, and
I knew its layout well; there were only a few hiding places, so I found her easily. Looks like I'm going to…

hehe…

Sure enough, within minutes, I caught her in Xiao Lei's kitchen. When she saw me,
she curled up into a ball. I dragged her to the torture chamber—her living room—and placed
her on a heavy wooden armchair. Then I tied Xiao Lei's upper body tightly to the back of the chair with rope.

She struggled, saying, "No matter how you torture me, I won't tell you where my companion is!" "

Is that so? Miss, I advise you to tell quickly, otherwise… hehe…" I tried to imitate
a reactionary. I brought over a very tall wooden stool, then lifted Xiao Lei's two long, snow-white legs and placed them
on the stool, tying her feet to it.

Ah! Why are my feet tied so high? Ah! I know, it's a tiger bench!

No, keep guessing.

I took off her shoes and found that her socks were transparent, very thin, and her soles were clearly visible.
Sure enough , there was a red dot on the sole of her left foot. Through the socks, her feet looked exceptionally smooth, delicate, and plump.
I had never seen feet like that before, and I was stunned.

"Oh dear! What method are you going to use to torture me?" The more I didn't take action, the more nervous she became.

I took out a few things: a spoon, cotton swabs, a toothbrush, soap, water, and a candle. "

Are these instruments of torture?" she asked.

I lit the candle and heated the spoon over it. "

I know, you're going to use branding, but it can't be too hot!" The spoon was already hot. I walked to Xiaolei's
feet and, while carefully pulling off her left sock, said, "I'm going to use foot torture on you." "Ah!

I guessed you were going to target my feet when you took off my socks. So it's a terrible foot torture!"

I picked up the heated spoon and said, "My dear lady, you've walked all day, warm your feet." I slowly brought the spoon
closer to her delicate soles, which writhed violently. "Ah! You bastard, even if you burn me to death, I won't…

Ah!"... The spoon wasn't very hot, but she let out an exaggerated scream and feigned
fainting .

Seeing her so engrossed in the performance, my excitement grew. I carefully
ran , saying, "Miss, don't misunderstand. Burning your feet isn't torture; it's just to accelerate blood circulation in your soles, enhancing your tactile sensation."
More sensitive, to prepare for the punishment to come. She suddenly woke up with a start! "Oh my god! I know, you're going to tickle
my feet." "No, I'm going to wash the pretty lady's feet." I lathered her soles with water and soap,
rubbing them with my hands, saying, "Let's clean your feet before the punishment." "How exactly are you going to torture me!" Xiao Lei
's feet looked even smoother and more delicate, fragrant, because of the soap. I picked up a cotton swab, spread her big toe and
second toe apart, saying, "The spaces between the toes are where dirt easily gets trapped, so we must clean them thoroughly." After saying that ,
I gently rubbed between her toes with the cotton swab, occasionally rubbing the tender flesh under her toenails, knowing these were the most sensitive areas on a girl's
feet .

Xiao Lei's feet, suddenly stimulated, started to twitch like a beaded insect. "Ah! It's so itchy!
Stop rubbing my toes, it's so itchy!" At this moment, those five adorable toes opened and closed without me having
to .

Now you should tell me where your accomplice is hiding, right? Ah! Ah! I'd rather die of itching
than tell you! Oh! ...My toes! Even my heart is itching!

While playing with that little, lively, fish-like foot, I said, "Oh dear! What a lapse! I
've been washing your feet for ages, and I haven't washed a single spot off." Then I scratched at the red spot on the sole of her foot with my finger
. Xiao Lei's body suddenly stiffened, and her plump toes began to wriggle violently. Oh my god!
What it was a mole! Ah! Please stop scratching, it's so itchy!

I picked up the toothbrush and said, "No, you're lying to me. I'm going to wash it off!" Ah! I'd rather die
than brush my soles! I ignored her and gently brushed the softest, most delicate soles of her feet
, occasionally paying attention to the balls and toes. Xiao Lei's body twisted and slumped limply in
the armchair. "Oh my god! Stop brushing... Ah... Haha. My feet! Good heavens! I've never suffered like this before
! Ah! It's so itchy, please have mercy!" This was the first time I'd so brazenly played with a girl
's feet, so of course I wasn't going to let her off easily. I pulled off the sock on her other foot and began to tickle it with abandon. Her

two pink soles and ten rounded toes seemed to come alive, wriggling and twitching. Xiao Lei
's delicate voice pleading was like beautiful accompaniment. "It's so itchy! It's so itchy!"

Haha...

I stopped. "How about that? Can't take the torture?" "

You're too much of a tormentor. What girl can endure this kind of torture? Let go of me now."

Let me remind you, I was raised with traditional values back then, and my understanding of the proper relationship between men and women was only superficial. If
it were now, I might… But back then, I was quite satisfied with what I had achieved, and had no other
thoughts. I untied the ropes binding her feet, and she stretched out a delicate, slender foot in front of me, helping me put on
my shoes and socks. Looking at that adorable little foot, I couldn't resist holding it and kissing it. She quickly pulled her foot back.

Ah! That feels so good! The itch on the soles of my feet is both uncomfortable and pleasurable. I can't take it anymore! My
lower body is wet, are you wet too? Xiao Lei suddenly asked me.

If this question were asked now, Xiao Lei would definitely be seen as a lovesick fool, but back then I
did something else—I touched it. My hand actually went inside Xiao Lei's underwear!

It's overflowing! How come you're so wet? Xiao Lei's body suddenly convulsed, her thighs and
toes tensing up. Good heavens! You touched me! I can't take it! Fine, whatever, whatever!

Xiao Lei's face was flushed, and she was breathing rapidly. She suddenly ripped off her clothes and underwear, revealing her snow-white
body to me.

Oh my god! I didn't expect things to turn out this way. What... what should I do? "

Come on, let's take off our clothes and play on the bed." As she spoke, Xiao Lei's feet began to rub against my already erect
penis. "

What are you doing?" A woman's voice came from behind me, startling me. There was someone
behind me ! "Ah! Mom!" Xiao Lei screamed!

I turned around and was stunned. A woman, a beautiful woman in her thirties. I
recognized her; it was Xiao Lei's mother, Aunt Wan Jun!

One can imagine how Aunt Wan Jun felt when she saw me and the naked Xiao Lei. She glared at us
fiercely for a long time, then said, "Xiao Mao, don't go yet! Xiao Lei, come in with me!"

Then she led Xiao Lei into the inner room and closed the door. Back then, I didn't understand as many things as I do now: things like
"if a man and woman don't sleep together, nothing happens," or "even if they do
, it's not a big deal." I was terrified. So I nervously peeked

through the crack in the door. I could only see a pair of very slender feet, probably a size 36 shoe, with
long, delicate toes, like bamboo shoots, and meticulously painted with black nail polish—Xiao Lei's feet were clearly not that big.
Could they be Aunt Wan Jun's? How could she have such white, smooth feet? I suddenly felt a pang of regret:
if only the feet I had been playing with were Aunt Wan Jun's feet!

As I was lost in thought, Aunt Wan Jun and Xiao Lei came out. Her expression softened
considerably ; she clearly knew that nothing had happened between us that worried her, it
was just children's play. She looked at me and said a few words, but I couldn't hear what she said anymore; my emotions were still focused on
Aunt Wan Jun's feet.

In the days that followed, I still thought about that day more or less. But since then, Xiao Lei
had never , and I thought I would never see her cute little feet again. Until that day…

It was night, and I was woken up by the urge to pee. I went to the toilet
, and on my way back, I passed by Xiao Lei's house and suddenly noticed that the door wasn't closed tightly. A faint light shone through the small crack, and I curiously
peeked into the room. Since my pupils had become accustomed to the darkness, I easily discerned
two .

"Hehe… um… um…"

(That sound…?)

This might be impolite; perhaps it was Aunt Wan Jun and her husband…

(Wait, that's not right! Didn't Xiao Lei and her father go back to their hometown early this morning?)

(So that means—)

At that time, I only had a vague understanding of infidelity, but I knew it was wrong.

Normally, I shouldn't get involved in this kind of thing. But maybe it was because I'd never seen anything like it before, or maybe it was
because Aunt Wanjun was here… Anyway, I steeled myself and cautiously crept into the room, hiding under the foot of the bed. From
here, I could clearly hear their voices… and even see everything.

I slowly tilted my head back, my gaze falling directly on my feet. Two people on the bed, their four legs intertwined. One pair of legs
was covered in hair, the other had silver-purple nail polish on their toes, making me almost certain who they belonged to.

(Aunt Wanjun's legs are so beautiful… ugh… I'm getting hard…)

In a daze, a sudden movement caused the spring mattress to vibrate, and Aunt Wanjun's legs nearly
touched my face as she pushed herself back. I quickly pulled my head back.

That was close!

I peeked out again. Aunt Wanjun's legs were spread apart, and the man's hand, fingers together, was tracing counter-clockwise circles on her
full rounded vulva. The tender flesh hidden beneath his fingers glistened with moisture, and
thick pubic hair covered the apex of the cleft, extending to the sides of her labia where they folded. Aunt Wanjun also lifted her
round buttocks, writhing like a water snake in response to the man's provocation.

This sudden glimpse of spring almost made me faint, experiencing sex for the first time. This was the first time I, a young person,
had received this kind of free sex education! In that instant, a thought I had never considered before suddenly occurred to me
: because of this, I could also have the opportunity to have further contact with Aunt Wanjun.

The opportunity soon came.

To be continued...

Two days later, one afternoon, I returned from school and saw it at Xiaolei's doorstep—
Aunt and the man from that night were embracing, and the man's hand was restlessly caressing Aunt Wanjun's
full, sexy breasts through her clothes! When I saw them, he was putting his hand inside Aunt Wanjun's shirt. From the side of her half
-open blouse, I could clearly see Aunt Wanjun's fair breasts. One of
her nipples, rosy with a slight brownish tinge, had already hardened under the man's kneading.

Aunt Wanjun had seen me then, and she was clearly startled, instinctively pushing the man away.

The atmosphere was somewhat awkward, and I think Aunt Wanjun felt the same way, because after exchanging a few words with
the man, he left.

I turned to leave as well, but Aunt Wanjun stopped me.

"Xiao Mao, come, come to Auntie's house. Auntie has something to tell you."

To be honest, I didn't want to go to her house at the time because I was a little scared: I was afraid she would "kill me to cover it up,"
like in the movies. But I went anyway. Why? Perhaps it was the scene I'd witnessed that night
that had tempted me.

Aunt Wanjun led me to her bed in her room, and she sat opposite me. I
secretly observed her; her face was flushed, her brows furrowed, as if she were deep in thought, her full breasts
heaving. For some reason, my eyes couldn't help but drift to her feet. Aunt Wanjun
had , which she had placed somewhere; her two delicate feet were in small slippers, her skin so fine and tender, with
faint blue veins visible. I really wanted to reach out and touch them; her toenails were neatly trimmed, all a pale pink,
like ten tiny flower petals.

As I quietly admired Aunt Wanjun's beautiful feet, she broke the silence in the room: "Um,
Xiao Mao , what you just saw... Auntie hopes you won't tell anyone!"

Her words startled me from her feet, and somewhat flustered, I blurted out, "What...

what happened?"

"It's... it's... what happened at the door just now!" Aunt Wanjun's face turned even redder.

Looking at Aunt Wanjun's face, I saw a pleading expression. I suddenly realized that
the one who was afraid wasn't me, but Aunt Wanjun! She was afraid that I wouldn't keep her secret.

"Please, Xiao Mao, can you promise Auntie you'll keep this a secret?"

Looking at Aunt Wan Jun's almost pleading expression, I suddenly felt my chance had come, truly come!

"I... I can keep quiet about today's events from everyone, but I hope you can grant me one
request !"

Aunt Wan Jun was stunned. She clearly hadn't expected a teenager like me to make a deal with her!

"Aunt Wan Jun, I like you; will you play a game with me?" I immediately made my
request .

"What game?" Aunt Wan Jun was a little confused.

"The game Xiao Lei and I played the other day... the kind of tag we often play."

Aunt Wan Jun smiled: she clearly thought that just playing a game with me to shut me up was a great
deal . She even couldn't help but laugh out loud.

She looked at me with a smile, "Of course! As long as Xiao Mao doesn't tell anyone, Auntie
is happy to play games with you. But Auntie has never played this kind of game before, so I don't know how to play it."

"It's like this—the game is about a female underground party member who is captured by the enemy, suffers
severe torture at the hands of the imperialists, refuses to betray her comrades, and finally sacrifices herself heroically."

Aunt Wan Jun smiled even more happily, "That sounds really interesting! No wonder Xiao Lei said she likes playing it! Then
Auntie must be that indomitable heroine in the game. So what should I call myself... Oh right,
Auntie likes watching 'Red Crag,' so I'll be called Sister Jiang! And you, Xiao Mao, you can be called Fu Zhigao!"

Seeing how engrossed Aunt Wan Jun was, I couldn't help but chuckle to myself. The image of a heroic woman like Sister Jiang was not only
admired by girls, but even Aunt Wan Jun was captivated by her. But she didn't know that the part about the female communist party member suffering
severe was exactly what I wanted to hear!

"Aunt Wanjun, if you're ready, let's begin!" I looked around for a rope to tie
her up.

"Okay!" She suddenly kicked me in the leg. I was caught off guard and stumbled.

"Aunt Wanjun, you—"

"Well, it's like this, if you want to capture a female underground party member, you'll definitely have to fight fiercely beforehand! Come on." Aunt
Wanjun gave me a mischievous smile.

"Is that so!" Looking at Aunt Wanjun, who was half a head taller than me, I felt a little guilty.

Aunt Wanjun seemed to see through my thoughts and said with a smile, "Coward! Auntie will let you..."

Hearing her words, I was immediately encouraged and pounced on her, baring my teeth and claws. Seeing my reckless...
She lunged at me, and Aunt Wanjun laughed as she kicked me lightly
in the stomach, seemingly reluctant to use force. I caught her foot in my arms and pulled her down onto the bed.
I then flipped her over and straddled her waist.

"Fu Zhigao, you traitor! I, Jiang Zhujun, won't let you catch me!" Aunt Wanjun struggled to her feet
, screaming. She twisted her slender waist beneath me and kicked her legs with all her might.

Her fierce struggle almost threw me off her, but I managed to pin her down
on the bed and tightly bind her hands to the headboard with strips of cloth.

"Jiang Zhujun, you female communist, you'll behave once I tie you up!"

I pulled two sheer stockings from the women's clothing on the bed. I tugged at the stockings, feeling their
firmness, then grabbed Aunt Wanjun's long, full thighs and lifted them onto the bed. I tied a
stocking to her ankle, then secured the other end to the headboard; next, I
tied her other foot with the stocking and fastened it to the other side of the headboard.

I stood up, panting, wiping the sweat from my brow. I'd finally caught Aunt Wanjun—
at least for now.

Aunt Wanjun's feet were bound with stockings, tied to the headboard and footboard of the bed respectively,
her legs spread wide in an "M" shape as she lay across the bed. Her long, strong legs twitched and
struggled, but the black stockings binding her ankles were incredibly elastic, and no matter how much she struggled, she couldn't break free!

Aunt Wanjun's cooperation completely immersed me in the game, making me fully embracing my
role as "Fu Zhigao."

"Sister Jiang, you're in my hands now! Just tell me about your organization—"

"Pah, daydreaming! You traitor, you'll die a horrible death sooner or later!" Aunt Wanjun cursed.

"You won't talk? Then I'll have to use torture!" I said fiercely, secretly pleased with myself.

"Come on! We Communists aren't afraid of your stuff!" Aunt Wanjun's words really had
the air of a heroine.

"Then I'll have to use—foot torture!" I couldn't hide my excitement: finally I could
torture Aunt Wanjun's lovely feet.

I untied Aunt Wanjun's feet from her sides, pressed down hard on her twisting, slender, and strong legs, and
used stockings to firmly bind her bare, delicate, snow-white ankles together. Aunt Wanjun's two open
feet were now completely exposed before my eyes, and my heart pounded wildly.

I knelt before her feet, carefully examining these fair and delicate feet: Aunt Wanjun's feet were
even more beautiful than her daughter Xiaolei's. The soft soles, the perfectly shaped, fleshy forefeet and heels were a pale pink, and the long,
slender toes were neatly arranged together. Her meticulously manicured toenails were coated with
clear red nail polish, and the fair skin on the instep was like translucent jade, making her entire foot appear
exquisite and delicate!

"Why are you looking at my feet?" Aunt Wanjun asked, somewhat puzzled, thinking I was going to torture her.

"Do you know what foot torture is? I'm going to torture you now," I said, testing her reaction, afraid of
upsetting her. I placed my fingers on the soles of her feet.

"So this is how you torture me? Please, I'm ticklish," Aunt Wanjun pleaded anxiously.

"No!" I gently scratched the sole of her foot with my fingers.

The moment my hand touched Aunt Wanjun's fair soles, her eyes widened as she desperately pulled at
the stockings binding her limbs. My unintentional action elicited such a strong reaction from Aunt Wanjun, and my playful nature was aroused. I reached out with my other hand
to tickle her slightly sweaty toes. Aunt Wanjun closed her eyes tightly and burst out laughing.

"You—you traitor! Don't torture me like this!"

Seeing that Aunt Wanjun was indeed ticklish, I laughed and said, "Sister Jiang, don't be impatient, the torture has only just begun." My
hand grasped her bound feet, gently kneading her delicate jade feet, carefully stroking and playing
with slender, fair toes.

Aunt Wanjun was struck dumb. Her beautiful eyes suddenly closed and then widened, her body
thrashing wildly between the stockings binding her limbs like a fish out of water. Her soles shook frantically from side to side, her ten white and pink toes
opening and closing, trying to escape my cruel touch, but to no avail.

I hadn't expected Aunt Wanjun's bare feet to be so delicate and sensitive, even
more so than when I had played with Xiaolei's feet that day. It seemed no one had ever played with Aunt Wanjun's bare feet like this before. Holding
her trembling, rounded calves, I could feel Aunt Wanjun's shame and struggle. I
suddenly felt a sense of accomplishment! I smiled and began to gently stroke her fair soles.

At this moment, Aunt Wanjun moaned softly while cursing, "Traitor!! You, you pervert!!

Bastard!!! I won't give in..."

Seeing Aunt Wanjun uncontrollably tickled, her body trembling, cursing, I couldn't help but
laugh. I then tickled Aunt Wanjun's soles even more vigorously!

"Traitor! Beast!! You, you let me go! Ah... pervert... waah..." Aunt Wanjun
gradually lost all strength, only able to moan softly.

"Now you know how powerful we are! How about it, confess now?" I stopped for a moment.

"I...you can forget about it!" Aunt Wanjun is really strong! I decided to use my ultimate move! I want to
—

I brought my nose close to her soles and took a deep breath. A faint, unique odor of feet mixed with a faint
leather scent rushed in, and I was almost intoxicated… Aunt Wanjun saw me looking at her fair and tender feet from left to right,
and knew what I wanted—

"What are you going to do? No, I'm ticklish! I…I confess! Please, don't touch me!" she pleaded
repeatedly .

"Confess, it's too late…" I laughed. Aunt Wanjun is really naive: she thought that if she surrendered, I would
let go of her sexy feet. I never thought that the punishment I couldn't use on Xiaolei's feet could be used on her
mother—Aunt Wanjun's feet!

I put Aunt Wanjun's big toe in my mouth. She didn't escape.

I sucked on the oily sweat on it, and her pink jade toe trembled violently, each thin blood…
The tubes seemed clearly visible through the thin skin of her soles, and her toes were glistening with sweat, like freshly
peeled, juicy lychees, gleaming temptingly.

My tongue began to slowly trace the lines on Aunt Wanjun's soles, sometimes quickly scraping up and down her
arches , sometimes parting her toes and teasing her sensitive spaces.

Before long, Aunt Wanjun's face was flushed, her body drenched in fragrant sweat, her muscles tense, and
her melodious laughter mingled with tears. She pleaded softly, "I...I...I confess...Don't tickle me anymore,
I'm...I'm dying!"

"So you really confess?" I asked her deliberately.

"I'll...I'll tell you everything! I'll tell you whatever you want to know!"

"Good! Then tell me—" Just as I was confidently preparing to interrogate Aunt Wanjun, the door suddenly opened
, and a clear female voice called out, "Mom, I'm back!"

It was—Xiao Lei!?

For a moment, Aunt Wanjun and I were both stunned. Neither of us expected Xiaolei to come back at this time.

"Mom, I'm back! Ah—" Xiaolei appeared at the bedroom door and saw everything inside!

I could imagine the shock she felt when she saw her mother tied to the bed, and what was even more embarrassing was that Aunt Wanjun's
bare feet were being held in my hands!

Xiaolei's big, bright black eyes stared intently at the hand that was holding Aunt Wanjun's bare feet. I
could feel my palms were sweating; and through the trembling bare feet I was holding, I
could feel her anxiety... For a moment, the room was silent.

"You little brat, this is not right of you! You played tag in my house without me!"

Xiaolei actually said this to me, her face still full of anger.

"Hmm—" Because I didn't expect her to say this, I really didn't know what to say.

"Mom, didn't you say last time that playing this kind of game is bad for children? How come you and Xiao Mao—"
Xiao Lei 's attention shifted to her mother again.

"I—" Aunt Wan Jun blushed.

I chuckled to myself: What could Aunt Wan Jun say? She couldn't very well tell her daughter that she was forced to play this kind of game because I caught her
cheating on her husband .

Fortunately, Xiao Lei didn't press the matter further and turned to ask me, "Xiao Mao, what are your roles in the game
?"

I whispered a few words in her ear.

"It's Sister Jiang!" she exclaimed, then looked Aunt Wan Jun up and down, who was tied up on the bed. "Hmm,
Mom really does look like her dressed up like that..."

Aunt Wan Jun lowered her head to avoid her daughter's gaze, her ears turning bright red.

I asked ingratiatingly, "Why don't you play with us? You can come with me and interrogate your mom,
who plays Jiang Zhujun, okay?"

"Of course!—But Mom told me before that I can't play..." Xiao Lei
looked Aunt Wan Jun.

"Hey, it's alright; look, your mom's just playing this game with me, isn't she? She won't blame you, right
, Aunt Wanjun?" I deliberately passed the buck to Aunt Wanjun, who was now in a difficult position.

Aunt Wanjun didn't even dare to lift her head, blushing and softly humming in agreement.

Having received her mother's permission, Xiaolei couldn't help but jump for joy, her bright eyes seeming to bloom with laughter. "Alright
, now I'm a female Kuomintang agent! Hmm, how should we interrogate Miss Jiang Zhujun now?"

(This little girl, she's quickly gotten into character!)

I thought to myself, but didn't dare to be careless with my words.

"I used foot torture on her just now, but it didn't work well—she hasn't confessed yet."

"You used foot torture on Sister Jiang?" Xiaolei frowned, "You're so unprofessional!...

But luckily I was prepared!" With that, she skipped and hopped away.

I watched Xiao Lei run out with a suspicious look on my face (What's that little girl up to now?!). Aunt
Wanjun looked up and pleaded softly, "Xiao Mao, stop fooling around! Let Auntie go! It
won't be good if Uncle comes back!"

To be honest, I was also afraid that we'd be discovered if we played for too long; but seeing how scared Aunt Wanjun
was, a mischievous thought suddenly popped into my head.

"Aunt Wanjun, you see, Xiao Lei is having so much fun; if you suddenly tell her she's not playing anymore,
she'll be very disappointed; she might even tell Uncle what happened today!" I threatened her.

Aunt Wanjun was silent for a moment.

"Auntie, just play with us for a little while, Uncle won't be back so soon!" I gently patted Aunt
Wanjun 's amber-colored instep to comfort her.

Just then, Xiao Lei came in from outside. "I'm back! Look—what's this?" She proudly
pulled out what she was holding—cotton swabs, a toothbrush, soap, water, a candle, and a
bamboo strip about an inch wide.

"You—where did you get this?"

"I secretly kept this when you tortured me with your feet at my house last time. I didn't expect it to come in handy now
." Xiao Lei tried desperately to force a wicked smile. "Now, Miss Jiang Zhujun, I'll ask you one more question:
are you going to confess or not?"

"I—" Aunt Wanjun lowered her head. She could never say those "
righteous in front of her daughter.

"Looks like you want to experience the taste of foot torture!" Xiao Lei grinned wickedly.

I watched from the side, thinking: Xiao Lei suffered terribly from my torment and foot-playing last time. This time, she's got
the chance to try playing with other people's feet. Aunt Wanjun is going to suffer!

At this moment, Xiao Lei curled her finger and gently tapped Aunt Wan Jun's sole with her nail.

"Ouch..." Aunt Wan Jun shuddered as if she had been electrocuted, her legs straightening forcefully and her toes
clenching tightly together.

"Mom, you—no, Miss Jiang Zhujun, your feet are really quite sensitive, hehe, you're in trouble."
Xiao Lei playfully stuck out her tongue.

"Alright, the foot torture begins! You—come here, help me spread Miss Jiang Zhujun's feet open." Xiao Lei loudly
directed me, as if she had become the protagonist.

Xiao Lei directed me to pull back the five toes on Aunt Wan Jun's beautiful soles, spreading her delicate feet...
She straightened her feet, revealing the white, tender muscles on the soles. Aunt Wanjun struggled a few times, but then let me do as I pleased with
her feet.

I brought my nose close to Aunt Wanjun's feet and took a deep breath. "Hmm, your feet don't smell bad.

I was going to clean them before the punishment, but it seems I don't need to now." She picked up the
bamboo strip , and lashed it down at Aunt Wanjun's bare, snow-white soles!

"Ah!" Aunt Wanjun felt waves of burning pain as the bamboo strip struck her soles, and she couldn't help but
scream!

"Feeling pain? Don't scream so loudly, you're a heroine!" Xiao Lei didn't stop; the strip
continued to fall on Aunt Wanjun's snow-white soles! "In the past, children were punished by having their hands slapped when they did something wrong; now I'm
using a strip to hit their soles, how about that?" she said with no small amount of pride.

I was amazed that Xiao Lei could come up with such a novel form of torture, while at the same time I felt
a bulge starting to appear in my groin… I quickly covered the bulge as if I had done something wrong, and glanced at them. Fortunately, Xiao Lei
was engrossed in the pleasure of being spanked, and Aunt Wan Jun was too preoccupied with the itching and pain in her feet to pay attention to me. I
breathed a sigh of relief.

Perhaps the pain of being whipped on her feet with bamboo strips was too much for her to bear, and Aunt Wan Jun finally couldn't help but cry
out.

"No… don't hit me anymore… I… confess… I really confess… don't hit me anymore… I
can't …"

Although Xiao Lei's blows weren't heavy, Aunt Wan Jun's fair soles were still red and swollen from the beatings, the veins
and bulges on her soles were taut and very clear… I felt the bulge in my groin become even more pronounced…

"Hey! What are you daydreaming about!" Xiao Lei pushed me.

"Um—nothing…" I finally snapped out of my daze and answered, blushing.

Xiao Lei was somewhat disappointed, clearly
unwilling to accept that all the torture hadn't been inflicted on the female communist "Jiang Zhujun." She muttered, "Mom's really useless, confessing so quickly? Terrible acting!

...Hey, how about this, let me play the female communist, okay?

" "Huh—what?" My mind was still on Aunt Wanjun's tortured feet, and
I wasn't .

"I said—let's continue playing, you're still the KMT agent, and I'll play the female communist."

"What!?" Looking at Xiao Lei's smiling face, I really didn't know what this little girl was
up to .

"What?" Seeing that I didn't speak, she became a little unhappy, pouting, "Looking down on me?

My acting is very good, you saw it last time."

"Acting? Last time?" My gaze involuntarily swept downwards, landing on her feet. Beneath those shapely,
long calves, a pair of delicate, white feet nestled in sandals. Just a few days ago, these very feet
had struggled and wriggled in my hands…

My heart warmed. “Okay, but I need to tie you up first!”

“No problem!” She quickly found a piece of nylon rope for me and proactively put her hands behind her back.

Seeing Xiao Lei’s cooperation, I was happy to use the rope she had prepared to tie her hands tightly, and then I wanted to find a chair to
tie her feet up. My eyes swept across the room and I saw Aunt Wan Jun’s bare feet, which were casually draped over the edge of the bed. Suddenly
, a thought struck me! I pressed Aunt Wan Jun’s bound feet onto her knees, and then pulled Xiao Lei’s feet
over and placed them on Aunt Wan Jun’s legs.

“What are you doing?” Aunt Wan Jun and Xiao Lei stared at me with their beautiful eyes.

“Tying you two together.” I used the rope to firmly tie Aunt Wan Jun and Xiao Lei’s feet
together .

"You two female communists, now that your feet are tied together, you can't run away, can you?" I said
, taking off Xiao Lei's shoes and socks.

"What are you doing?!" Aunt Wan Jun shouted.

"What am I doing? You two female communists are in my hands, and you won't confess, so I'll just treat you
like ,

with foot torture!" As I spoke, I had already torn off her shoes and socks. Before my eyes were two pairs of bare, beautiful feet intertwined. One was pink and tender, the toes looking upwards from the soles like ten pink little round beans, delicate and lovely, these were Xiao Lei's beautiful
feet; the other was slightly larger, white but with red and white stripes; the toes were neatly arranged, the sole lines were clear, these were Aunt Wan Jun
's bare feet.

I couldn't resist using both hands simultaneously, bending my ten fingers into claw shapes and gently grasping the soles of Aunt Wanjun and Xiaolei's
feet.

"Ah—" Aunt Wanjun and Xiaolei, mother and daughter, pulled their legs back forcefully at the same time, their four feet straightening
in unison , their toes clenching tightly towards the soles. The bound, tender ankles hindered
the movement of their bare feet, the hemp rope rubbing a ring of red marks against their delicate skin, and the fine blue veins on the insteps bulged from the exertion.

Seeing Aunt Wanjun and Xiaolei's disheveled state, unable to run away or hide, I felt
my lower body burning like fire, and I couldn't help but bend down and bring Xiaolei's five beautiful, delicate toes to my mouth,
sucking on them one by one.

"Mmm…" Xiaolei breathed excitedly.

My hands weren't idle either. I grabbed Aunt Wanjun's left foot, my thumb
gently , while my other four fingers mercilessly inserted between her tightly curled toes, forcefully spreading them apart.
The feeling of being squeezed between her toes made me feel like I was floating on air, and my lower body grew even hotter.

Until just now, I hadn't imagined that I could lick Xiaolei's feet and tickle Aunt Wanjun's feet. It
all felt like a dream, but Aunt Wanjun's feet struggling and twisting in my hands, Xiaolei's soles seemingly dodging
yet welcoming as they rubbed against my tongue, all told me it was real! My heart pounded, and I felt an
overwhelming urge ! This feeling grew stronger and stronger, and finally—it exploded in my pants!

This was the first time I had released myself under these circumstances. My mind went blank, and I collapsed onto the bed, feeling utterly dejected.

Aunt Wanjun and her daughter Xiaolei were resting nearby, no one was speaking, only heavy breathing could be heard…

Later, like a thief, I sneaked out of Aunt Wanjun's house
. When I got home, I got a scolding from my mother for not going home after school. I really don't know if that day was lucky or unlucky.

For the next few days, whenever I passed Xiaolei's house, I would run past her quickly. What was I hiding from? I don't know either.
I knew.

Until that day, I was walking home from school and passing by her house. As I ran past as usual, a familiar voice
called out behind me.

"Xiao Mao!"

I turned around, and a pretty face came into view.

"Xiao Lei?!"

"Are you free tonight? Come to my house to play games, you, me, and my mom."

"?!—" My hand slipped, and my schoolbag fell to the ground.

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