【Muddy Feet】(Complete) Author: Unknown

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I'm a boy from the mountains, unwilling to spend my life toiling in the fields. I repeated my senior year of high school for three years,
finally gaining admission to a top university in the provincial capital.
When I received the acceptance letter, I was overjoyed.
I even cried with my parents over it.
On the day I left, my father held my hand tightly and said, "Son, study hard. Your father and mother will sell everything we own to support
you! You must live up to your own expectations, and live up to us and your brother who works away from home." Carrying my parents' hopes, I left
the mountains for the provincial capital.
It felt like another world; the prosperity and wealth dazzled me and filled me with envy.
Stepping into the campus, I secretly made a resolution: "Study hard to stay in this city."
Amidst my roommates' astonished gazes, I studied diligently from dawn till dusk, with even more energy than when I was in my senior year of high school
! My family was poor, and the little money they sent me each month wasn't enough, so I found a job
cleaning classrooms at the school's work-study program.
That afternoon, the weather was sweltering. I was mopping the corridor outside the classroom I was responsible for when I suddenly heard
a soft sigh from the classroom behind me.
I was startled; my heart pounded. I thought, "That sigh is so beautiful. How can
there be such a sound in the world?"
Then I heard the voice softly ask, "Are you coming back this time?"
The voice was full of concern, and my curiosity was immediately piqued. I stopped what I was doing and listened intently:
"Silly woman, how could I not come back? What will you do if I don't?"
This time it was a deep, magnetic boy's voice.
"Then why don't you stay? Are you really going to leave me? You said you wouldn't leave me!"
the girl retorted.
The boy spoke again: "Do you think I'd be willing to let you go? I can't disobey my father! The old man said that if I don't go abroad
, I won't be allowed to inherit his company.
He always keeps his word. For our future, just bear with it for now."
Hearing this, I thought, "This classmate's family must be rich to afford to send him to study abroad. How lucky!"
"No, I want to go with you! I'll follow you wherever you go! I'll tell my parents when I get back,"
the girl said casually .
"Don't be silly. I'm not going on a honeymoon. Not only will my dad disagree, but your parents won't allow it either," the boy
insisted.
The woman sighed softly again, "Sigh, is there really no way to salvage this?"
The boy replied, "It's not like we're going to die, why are you so nervous? Besides, it's just a short time apart.
I'll come back during summer and winter vacations and we'll go crazy together! Sweetie, give me a hug." I secretly stepped forward and peeked inside.
I saw a man and a woman embracing tightly. A woman in a light blue dress was nestled against the man's chest, her back
to me. She was slender, with long hair draped over her back, held back by a silver ribbon.
The boy's face was pressed against her head; his fair skin and high nose made him exceptionally handsome.
I thought, "If the man is so handsome, the woman must be even more so."
Looking down, I saw the girl's snow-white legs beneath her dress, her ankles encased in sheer, lace stockings, and her feet
in pale yellow casual leather shoes. Her feet were slightly raised, her posture incredibly graceful.
I longed to see the girl's face, but I was afraid of being discovered.
So I lowered my head and continued mopping, my ears constantly listening to what was happening inside.
A few minutes later they came out. I casually glanced up, and the girl's profile
flashed before my eyes. My heart skipped a beat: "So beautiful!"
Although I didn't see her clearly, her fair face and big eyes still stunned me, especially
the faint sadness at the corner of her mouth, so endearing.
I was completely stunned, standing there quietly, watching their figures disappear into the distance…
That night, after the dormitory lights were turned off, I couldn't fall asleep for a long time, my mind filled with the girl's pretty face and her beautiful feet.
Especially those feet, the only thing I saw clearly.
"Hey, what are you thinking about?"
A-Ye asked from the bed opposite mine.
"I met a girl today, so beautiful!"
I replied. "*** Just because of that? You've been bewitched by a vixen! Tell everyone how beautiful she
is!"
A-Ye became interested.
"She just flashed past me, I didn't see her clearly, but she seemed pretty good."
"Oh, oh, oh…"
Now the whole dormitory erupted in excitement; apparently, no one was asleep.
"Go after her!"
Ah Biao said sarcastically from under the bed. My face flushed instantly. "You, you're talking nonsense, you..."
"Haha, I didn't expect our dorm's study fanatic to be in love too! Hey! Ah Qiang, there's nothing to be embarrassed about
. Shoot the hawk when you see a rabbit, or you'll regret it!"
"You, you're so annoying, always making fun of me, a country bumpkin! How could I be good enough for her? Besides,
her boyfriend is right next to her!"
"Tch!"
Everyone said this almost simultaneously, seemingly very disappointed.
Ah Biao spoke up again, "Hey Chen Zhiqiang, Chen Zhiqiang, why are you so old-fashioned? These days,
stealing someone else's love is all the rage, what are you afraid of?"
Ah Ye, wide awake, said, "To be honest, you're the best-looking guy in our dorm, but you're the only one without
a girlfriend! Haha, everyone agree, right?"
"That's true! Ah Wen and I have already discussed your looks privately, and we both think you look
a bit like Andy Lau, plus you're 1.77 meters tall, do you know how many girls in our class are throwing you the eye?"
These words made me blush and my heart race. I hurriedly shouted, "Hey! Stop talking, go to sleep,
we have classes tomorrow!"
I turned away and covered my head with the blanket, which drew another round of laughter from everyone.
Strangely, I didn't encounter that couple again in the next few days while I was cleaning the building, and I gradually forgot about
it.
I buried myself in my studies every day, and whenever I wanted to play, I thought of my aging but still hardworking parents and...
My younger brother, so young yet working in the provincial capital, is doing all this for me.
Especially my brother, only seventeen but already shouldering the burden of life, how could I let him down?
So I plunged back into the sea of knowledge.
That day, as usual, I went to evening self-study until very late before returning to the dormitory. As soon as I entered, my roommate, Wen, said to me, "Your brother's here
."
I looked, and sitting on the stool next to my bed was none other than my brother! I shouted, "Jun!"
To my surprise, he suddenly threw himself at me, "Brother! I've been terribly deceived!" He
then burst into tears.
It turned out that the foreman at the construction site had run away with all the migrant workers' wages. He had worked hard for half a year, only
to be left penniless.
Looking at my thin, ragged brother, I was completely stunned, feeling a sharp pain in my heart.
That night, sleeping with my brother, I thought about many, many things.
I despise the shamelessness of bad people, but I also have to plan for the future. I had originally hoped to use my younger brother's
earnings from the past six months of part-time work to cover the tuition fees I owed since the start of the semester, but now my only option is to try applying for a student loan .
Our school's student loan and scholarship funds are supposedly funded by several wealthy business owners, and the requirements
are very strict. I went to the student affairs office with a try-it-and-see attitude.
As soon as I entered, I smelled a faint fragrance. I looked up and was immediately stunned. Sitting there
was the girl I had seen that day! Her face was turned slightly towards me, her long, flowing hair cascading
down her left shoulder like a waterfall. Her almond-shaped eyes were fixed on the computer monitor in front of her, looking very melancholy, clearly unaware of my
presence.
For some reason, looking at her face made my heart race, as if I had forgotten everything.
I stood there stunned for a few seconds before I came to my senses, coughed dryly, and stammered, "Excuse me,
are you in charge of student loans?"
My voice was pitifully soft, as if afraid of disturbing her.
She tilted her head, and my gaze met hers. It was like being electrocuted; my face flushed instantly to
my ears. I quickly looked away, afraid she'd notice my embarrassment.
"What did you just say?"
a sweet voice whispered in my ear. I stole another glance. She was looking at me, her eyes
like two glistening black cherries, clear and bright, as if she'd just been crying.
Ashamed, I lowered my head, my gaze falling on her feet peeking out from under her desk.
Today she was wearing light green high-heeled sandals, her snow-white soles adorned with red rouge on each smooth, rounded toe
.
"Hey, what are you looking at? I'm talking to you!"
she said, pulling her foot back as she spoke.
I composed myself and asked again, "Excuse me, are you in charge of student loans?"
This time, I finally mustered the courage to look her in the eye. This time, I finally saw her face clearly; it was like ivory,
no, like white jade, flawlessly beautiful.
She looked at me with surprise, as if admiring a rare animal, and suddenly burst out laughing:
"Excuse me, this is the student council office! The student affairs department is next door."
She said with a smile.
I was utterly embarrassed. "Oh, sorry," I muttered, turning to leave, inwardly blaming
myself for being so careless.
The student affairs department door wouldn't open; it seemed no one was there. Just as I turned to leave, I suddenly felt
a figure flash in front of the student council office and bumped into her. It turned out the girl had followed me out.
I staggered back a few steps and came to my feet, but she was slumped on the ground, clutching her ankle and frowning deeply
. I
was in big trouble. I rushed over and asked, "I'm sorry, are you alright?"
She didn't say a word, just rubbed her foot while glaring at me.
"Oh no, how can I mess with a city girl?"
I panicked and immediately knelt down, grabbing her foot and clutching it to my chest to check the injury.
"What are you doing? Are you trying to be a pervert?"
I heard a sharp sneer, and then my face was struck hard by the sole of her shoe, knocking me to the ground.
She suddenly stood up and started kicking me in the head several times, making me dizzy.
Then she pressed my head firmly to the ground with her foot, and then felt a sharp pain in my head before I knew nothing more
.
When I woke up, I found myself lying on the sofa in the student council office, and she was sitting next to me.
"You're awake,"
she said apologetically. "Oh, thank goodness, I was so afraid that kick would have caused serious injury."
Seeing such a noble and beautiful woman apologizing to a country bumpkin like me, a sweet feeling welled up in my heart.
How could I dare to hold a grudge? She hurriedly said, "It's nothing, it's nothing..." "
I was too impulsive just now. I haven't been in a good mood these past few days, so... Actually, thinking about it carefully, you did
n't mean to hurt me, did you?"
"I just wanted to check on your foot injury. Is your ankle okay?"
I asked with concern, smiling, "I didn't expect your foot injury to be so bad."
Her face flushed, like a blooming peach blossom: "Actually, it's just a little painful, nothing serious.
The reason I was so angry at the time was because my feet are the most precious part of my body."
"Oh, why?"
I asked curiously, then suddenly regretted asking that question. Prying into other people's privacy is not a good thing.
"Because I think they are beautiful," she said, sticking her feet out of her sandals.
They were indeed a pair of exquisitely beautiful feet. I stared at them for a long time, and an urge to kiss them welled up inside me.
Finally, I couldn't control myself and jumped off the sofa, grabbing her feet and licking them wildly.
"What, what are you doing?"
she exclaimed in surprise, her feet held tightly in my hands.
"I love you, I love your feet, my goddess, let me lick your feet for the rest of my life!"
I shouted hysterically...
Her feet struggled desperately in my arms, kicking my chest and face countless times, but I still didn't let go,
constantly sucking on her feet. After what seemed like forever, she finally gave in, stopped struggling, and let me
do as I pleased.
I lay completely prostrate on the ground, showering every part of her feet with kisses, then pressed my face against
the instep of her left foot, slowly licking it with my tongue, as if licking a piece of cool white jade.
"Silly boy, have you licked enough?"
her beautiful voice came from above me again.
I slowly raised my head; she looked down at me with a mixture of surprise and mockery, the corners of her mouth slightly
upturned, like a pear blossom in bloom.
"So beautiful, she's practically otherworldly!"
I thought to myself.
She laughed at me: "Hehe, do you really like my feet that much?"
My head went blank. Good heavens! What am I doing? Just as I was about to get up, I suddenly felt something
gently pressing down on my head (it was undoubtedly her right foot). I immediately lowered my head quietly, like a tamed wild beast.
Her foot slowly pressed down, and my face pressed directly against the ground.
The floor pounded against my nose, the pressure on my head only increasing, as if trying to flatten it, yet I
felt a wonderful sensation of being in paradise.
"You know what? I feel so comfortable right now. Would you like to be stepped on like this forever?"
I couldn't see her face, but I heard her seductive voice.
Without realizing it, I blurted out without hesitation, "I would! I would serve you for life! You are
so beautiful, so noble, you are my goddess!"
"Hehehehehe..."
Her laughter resonated in my soul, and I felt the jade feet on my head
trembling excitedly with her laughter. What I heard next made me almost unable to believe my ears: "If you can continue
to serve my feet like this, I want to date you! Do you agree?"...
And so, I fell in love, if you can call it love.
Her name was Qianyun, and although she was only a freshman, she was already the student president.
I seriously doubt if there's anyone in the world more blessed by fate than her: she was born into a wealthy family; her father
is the president of a world-renowned multinational corporation, and half of the student loans and scholarships at our school
were funded by him.
She herself is exceptionally talented, a well-known figure in the entire school, and this year's provincial top scorer in the college entrance examination.
But she's never told me anything about herself, perhaps because she thinks I'm not good enough for her.
All I know about her is from casual conversations among classmates.
We made an agreement from the beginning: our relationship would never be known to outsiders.
I had no objection to this, because I knew I was completely unworthy of her, merely
a tool for her to temporarily vent her emotions.
She already had a boyfriend abroad (I overheard this while cleaning), so it was only a matter of time before she dumped me.
In front of her, I always pretended to be completely ignorant, enduring the humiliation of being manipulated.
None of that mattered to me; what mattered was being with her now, even if it meant groveling
at her feet as her slave.
I still studied diligently, but not as hard as before, because I met with Qianyun almost every night.
When I was with her, I was always torn between sweetness and inferiority, because
after she nestled in my arms like a little bird, she would coldly order me to kneel and serve her.
I dared not disobey her, obeying her like a lapdog.
In my eyes, she was half angel, half devil.
My younger brother slept on the floor in my dormitory, saying he would never go back home for my sake and insisted on finding another job.
I felt sorry for him and tried to persuade him to come home, but he wouldn't listen. Instead, he went out to look for work every few days.
This made things worse; my living expenses were already tight, and now I had to support two people, so I was forced
to share only one cheap and large portion of cabbage for each meal.
But as a mountain child, I was used to hardship, and my body could still handle it, although I inevitably experienced low blood sugar when studying.
I had kept all this from Qianyun, not wanting to ask her for help. A real man may be poor, but he's not lacking in ambition; what kind of
skill is it to rely on a woman!
Because I was genuinely in need, my student loan was easily approved.
That evening, I received the notification that my student loan application had been successful. I was overjoyed and rushed back to the dormitory
to tell my brother the good news, but the dormitory was empty.
I subconsciously stuck my head out the window and looked downstairs.
In the dim light of the streetlamp in the distance, I saw a short figure bent over in the bicycle shed, doing something
.
His clothes and build looked a lot like my brother's.
Strange, what was he doing there? Could it be…? An ominous thought flashed through my mind, and I hurriedly ran downstairs.
Closer, it really was him! I went up and patted my brother's shoulder. He twitched, slowly turned around, and
only breathed a sigh of relief when he saw it was me.
He was holding a wrench and pliers, and the lock on the bicycle next to him had been pried open.
I grabbed my younger brother's shoulders and shook him, demanding, "Zhigang, what's wrong?"
My brother lowered his head, managing to squeeze out two words: "Brother, I..."
"Don't move! What are you two doing!"
Suddenly, a sharp shout rang out. Turning around, I saw five glamorous schoolgirls approaching.
The leader, wearing a bright orange mini-dress, was at least 1.65 meters tall, with a slender waist and beautiful
legs—a stunning figure. She was barefoot, wearing white pointed sandals.
She stood before us, her pretty oval face contorted with anger.
The girls behind her, though not as pretty, were still incredibly sexy.
"They're stealing your car, big sister!"
one of the slightly chubby girls yelled.
"Oh no!"
my brother cried, grabbing my hand and running away.
I'd only taken a few steps when I tripped and fell to the ground with a "thud," followed by
a foot stomping on my chest and face.
My brother fared even worse; three girls were stepping on him, their feet raining down on him, causing
him to scream in agony.
"You dare mess with people from our martial arts and gymnastics team? Do you have a death wish?"
I was kicked hard in the face. Glancing up, I saw the leader glaring at me,
grinding her hard shoe sole against my face with amusement.
"Sister Zhou, what should we do with these two?"
the girl who was stepping on my chest asked her.
"Teach them a lesson first, then make them kowtow and apologize!"
"Sister Zhou" kicked my face harder and harder.
Then my body was kicked and stomped on by the two of them, gradually curling up into a ball, rolling under their feet like a ball
.
The leader, "Sister Zhou," was thinking of ways to torture me.
She pressed the tip of her shoe against my throat and stabbed downwards, forcing my tongue out long.
Another girl laughed and said, "Your tongue is so big, perfect for shining shoes!"
She took the opportunity to grind the sole of her thick-soled sandals against my tongue, and I felt waves of pain and dryness.
Then they released their feet, and "Sister Zhou" slightly parted her legs in front of me, telling me to crawl between her legs .
I hesitated for a moment, and immediately felt a kick in the mouth, the taste of blood filling my mouth.
My consciousness was already blurred at this point, and I could only obey in the hope of ending it quickly. But just as my head reached
between her legs, she suddenly pulled her legs together, trapping me between her knees.
Her thick-soled sandals pressed down on the back of my head, and with a forceful movement, my head slid down Sister Zhou's calves to her ankles.
With a silvery laugh, my temples were pressed against Sister Zhou's
ankles, my face was trampled into the dust under her feet, and another girl's foot was pressing down on my head. In front of me was her other foot, wearing thick- soled sandals, a row of white, delicate toes pointing upwards, seemingly mocking my pathetic state. 　　The smell of leather and sweat from her
high-heeled, pointed shoes mixed with the smell of dust, filling my nostrils. I was practically 　　in a world of feet! 　　"La la la..." 　　The girl in the sandals started humming a song, her feet rubbing against my head in rhythm with the music. One could easily imagine 　　the immense pleasure she was deriving from humiliating me! Then she simply threw off her sandals and 　　kicked me directly with her sweaty feet. 　　Sometimes she wiped my hair, sometimes she kicked my face, pinched my nose, the song continuing, the torture relentless 　　. 　　The blood from my lips gradually mixed with her sweaty feet, and my face was covered in dust. 　　She spoke: "Sister Zhou, hold him firmly! Watch me perform my acrobatics!" 　　Before I could even wonder what was happening, I felt a tightness on my head. 　　She had supported Sister Zhou with one leg dangling in the air, putting all her weight on the 　　bare foot pressing on my head. 　　Good heavens, my nose was almost flattened, I was suffocating, but the temples on both sides were being pinched even tighter, as if 　　afraid I would struggle. 　　This went on for a while, and I felt like I was about to suffocate. Then I heard Sister Zhou say, "Okay, 　　okay, Xiao Lan, it's my turn to play." 　　The pressure on my head disappeared. 　　Then, I don't know who kicked me over, and I lay flat on the ground, immediately being stepped on in the chest. 　　I opened my eyes and saw it was Sister Zhou. 　　She was holding her chest with one hand and resting her chin on the other, smiling at me, as if she was thinking of ways to torture me. 　　"Xiao Lan, go buy a bottle of mineral water," 　　she said to Xiao Lan, who responded and left. 　　Then I heard my younger brother's screams next to me; they were stabbing his ribs with high heels. 　　I yelled at Sister Zhou, "You can torture me however you want, just don't make things difficult for me..." 　　Before I could finish, my mouth was stomped on by the tip of her shoe. Sister Zhou put her index finger to her lips, her eyes narrowed into slits, 　　and said with a smile, "Don't be so loud, or I won't be able to play if someone hears us. 　　Judging from your country bumpkin clothes, you must be migrant workers from out of town. 　　Why don't you learn to be good 　　people and instead do this petty theft?" Although her tone was kind and charming, her expression was extremely cold—no, given her pretty face, it should 　　be called aloof and cold. 　　Her foot pressed hard on the wound on my lip that had just been kicked. I gradually became numb with pain, and could only look at 　　her high above me, enduring the torment of pain and the humiliation of my spirit. 　　A huge fear arose in my heart; I felt that I would be trampled under her feet for the rest of my life, never 　　to rise again. 　　Xiao Lan brought back the bottled water. Sister Zhou took the water and, turning to me with my mouth still covered, said, "Want me to let 　　you and your brother go? Then you'll have to do as I say. Blink if you agree." 　　My brother's piercing screams filled the air, and I quickly blinked hard. 　　Sister Zhou released her foot, sat upright on the back of a bicycle, hands on her thighs, feet 　　together, her posture incredibly alluring. 　　I then realized she was a beautiful woman with an elegant air. If Qian Yun was a noble and dignified classical beauty, 　　then she was a charming and lively modern woman. 　　"Step back ten paces and kneel," 　　she said coldly. 　　I immediately did as she said. 　　"Now start kowtowing. Each time you kowtow, you prostrate yourself on the ground, then stand up, take a small step—remember, 　　only one foot-long step—and continue kowtowing and prostrating. Don't get up when you reach my feet; wait 　　for my next command. Be as devout as a Tibetan pilgrim on a pilgrimage to Lhasa, understand?" 　　Good heavens! What a cruel insult! But I couldn't care less. 　　Just as I was about to stand up after my first kowtow, Xiao Lan slapped my head against the ground with her slipper, making a loud "thud." 　　"Make a loud kowtow, you bastard!" 　　Xiao Lan commanded. 　　This time, I slammed my head against the floor with a "thud," then clumsily pressed my limbs to the ground 　　, repeating the process as she instructed. 　　Each loud kowtow was met with a laugh from them. 　　In just ten steps, I kowtowed more than thirty times. By the time my head reached her feet, I was dizzy and disoriented 　　. 　　At this moment, I was crawling on the ground, my chin touching the ground, my nose less than a centimeter from the tip of her shoe. Her feet were so 　　delicate and small, and they remained motionless before my eyes. 　　"Now, put my right foot on top of your head. Only touch the shoe, not the foot!"

I carefully lifted her right foot, raised it above my head, and placed it on my head.
At that moment, I heard the giggling laughter of the girls.
The laughter lasted for a while before stopping. Then Sister Zhou spoke: "Now tell me, your whole life is only fit to be
trampled underfoot by Zhou Qianyu—your Empress. You are the mud beneath my feet."
"Yes, my whole life is only fit to be trampled underfoot by you, Empress Zhou Qianyu."
My voice choked as I said this. I paused, feeling the foot on my head press down again.
I swallowed hard and continued, "I am your—mud beneath your feet."
After saying this, I suddenly no longer felt humiliated or in pain. Instead, I felt that being the mud beneath her feet was
a very happy thing, because she was so beautiful, so elegant.
"Hahahahahaha..."
The girls' laughter echoed downstairs in the dormitory.
I felt the pressure on my head lessen, thinking she would let me go this time, but I was wrong.
She simply pulled her foot out of the shoe and crossed her legs, the shoe still on my head:
"Don't move, I want to see what you look like now."
I didn't move. "Xiao Lan, have you ever seen such a shameless person, hahaha?" At this moment
, water flowed down from above. It turned out that Sister Zhou was slowly pouring mineral water into the shoe opening.
"Look, an artificial water curtain cave!"
Laughter erupted. Yes, water flowed down the shoe's upper,
cascading down several chains from the heel of the high heel in front of me. Because so much water overflowed, I felt the blood, dust, and sweat mixed together on my face
being washed away; I must be a complete mess now.
The sound of flowing water finally stopped, and Sister Zhou told me to drink the water from the high heel on my head.
I held her high heel in my hand, like holding a wine cup from the Warring States period.
The shoe was very old; the white leather was covered in scratches, and the insole had been trampled into a dark brown.
The water was where she had placed her toes, and steam with a leathery scent rose from the surface.
Her bare feet pressed my head to the ground, my chin just touching the floor.
"I'm going to stand on your head and watch you drink the water from my shoe,"
Sister Zhou said without any politeness.
I held her shoe in both hands, slowly bringing it closer to my mouth, pressing the top of the heel against my forehead, stretching my mouth
to reach the opening of the shoe, and sucking little by little. At this moment, the girls' laughter grew louder and louder, and it became extremely cold.
What kind of "cup" of water was this? It was soaked in sweat, athlete's foot, and leather scraps, and it tasted sour and bitter in my mouth,
almost making me nauseous if I swallowed it.
But when I thought of the beautiful face and charming figure of the woman who owned this shoe, and her queen-like sweet and
cold smile, and her delicate feet—small and exquisite feet—stepping on my head, I felt a
sweet pleasure in my heart. I even felt that the water I swallowed was sweet aftertaste. Not to mention drinking this shoe water, even
drinking her foot sweat directly would be a wonderful enjoyment.
I even fantasized that as soon as I finished drinking the water, she would stomp on my head, letting my brains soak her jade-like
feet. Finally, after drinking the last drop of water from her shoe, I lay on the ground, waiting for her to keep her promise and let us go. When
her foot left my head, I felt a pang of loss, only then realizing that the torment I had just endured was actually a tremendous
pleasure. The wild beauty this girl exuded amidst the cruel abuse had me intoxicated.
I realized she was the one who had truly conquered me.
Qianyun's torment of me was merely to vent her heartbreak; she was always thinking of someone else.
Qianyu's torment of me, however, was violent and direct, aimed solely at me; at least she showed no
hypocrisy in matters of the heart.
Alan said, "They're too weak to resist anymore, Sister Zhou, I'll go call security."
This was like a bolt from the blue. I knew very well what the arrival of security meant for me—it would
be impossible to defend myself, I couldn't clear my name even if I jumped into the Yellow River. Ten years of hard study, my parents' expectations, my dreams—everything could potentially
vanish.
I hurriedly crawled to Sister Zhou's feet, kowtowing repeatedly like a pestle pounding garlic, pleading, "Please, Sister Zhou,
have mercy! I'm willing to be your slave, please don't tell anyone!"
Sister Zhou ignored me, turning to Xiao Lan and saying, "Look at him, so pitiful, about to be someone's slave
!"
Xiao Lan scoffed, "I hate these dishonest outsiders the most! They have jobs but don't do anything but petty
theft! No way! They have to be locked up to feel at ease!"
The other three girls echoed, "That's right, Sister Zhou, if you let them go today, they might
go elsewhere to commit evil tomorrow!"
Sister Zhou ignored them, walked up to me, and once again stepped on my head, saying, "Looking at your tall, handsome
appearance, it's a real waste to lock you up. I actually really want to let you go, but my sisters…"
"...Go beg them yourself."
I lay on the ground, trembling all over, and said in a trembling voice, "Please, ladies, have mercy and spare
my brother and me."
Xiao Lan said, "I have an idea, but I don't know if you all agree?"
The three sisters said in unison, "What should we do?"
Xiao Lan said, "Azi, didn't you just say that the insoles in your shoes are too dirty and worn out, and you're going
to change them?"
"Yes! What's wrong?"
I heard a sweet voice, and when I looked up, I saw a little girl in a denim skirt speaking. She
was less than 1.6 meters tall, and quite petite.
Her fair and rosy face was adorned with two large, bright eyes that radiated an innocent light.

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