"Ethan, you really are too cute. Sister is going to give you a reward now~~"
As she spoke, the pink-haired beauty, her cheeks burning crimson, locked lips with Ethan in a deep, wet kiss. After giving away her first kiss—a gesture she termed a "reward"—Meguri Tomoe adjusted her position and once again pressed her black-stockinged foot firmly against Little Ethan.
As a foot fetishist, Ethan felt no displeasure at Meguri's actions; instead, he felt a strange, surging excitement. Normally, during his cultivation sessions, he played with the beautiful legs and feet of girls like Rias, but being stepped on was a first.
This is bad...
Ethan felt he finally understood why Akeno Himejima, despite being a sadistic teaser, got so excited when treated like a submissive. Even though it was just a roleplay, this kind of play was genuinely addictive.
Meguri wasn't particularly skilled, but she didn't need to be. The soft, silk-wrapped texture of her feet provided plenty of stimulation. Her feet, warm with her body heat, felt boneless as they moved in a variety of teasing patterns across his shaft.
Even though Ethan had used his powers to make his physique look more like a young boy, Little Ethan remained an imposing 18 centimeters. The contrast between his youthful appearance and his massive organ gave Meguri a twisted sense of thrill.
"Hah... you're just a brat, but you're so big down there..."
In the spirit of their roleplay, the tension spread through their bodies. Little Ethan jumped uncontrollably under the friction of the black stockings, leaving transparent trails of pre-cum on the fabric.
"Hey, Little Ethan, want to play something even more exciting with Sister?~"
Meguri's eyes were hazy with lust, and her own garden was completely flooded. Since this was her one and only "first time," she wanted to enjoy the game to the fullest rather than just rushing to satisfy her physical needs. Ethan was desperate to sink into her, but seeing the hope in her eyes, he endured and nodded.
Meguri's eyes lit up. She scrambled up and rummaged through her drawers, pulling out a collection of "toys." Ethan's eyes went wide. "U-um... is it too late to regret this?"
"No way~"
Meguri pounced on him, her body pressing against his. "Don't worry, Sister won't hurt you. Just leave everything to me~~"
Three minutes later, through Ethan's feigned resistance, they had used the props. Ethan lay on the bed, his hands taped together and his ankles tied to the sides of the bed with silk rope. His mouth was even gagged with a pair of transparent lace panties.
"Hehe, finished!"
Meguri looked down at him with a seductive, mocking smile. She placed a foot on his thigh and slowly slid it upward toward his crotch. The ticklish sensation made his rod snap back to full attention.
"Mmph... ngh... mmmgh!"
Ethan struggled against his bonds for show, though he was mentally sighing. Bondage play, huh? He'd never had much interest in it, but being the one tied up by Meguri provided a fresh, intense spark of excitement. Looking up at her as she stood over him with her legs parted, Ethan stared directly at her pink, inviting slit and the snowy curves of her inner thighs.
Noticing his heated gaze, Meguri suppressed her shyness and slowly sat down on his chest. "How is it, Ethan? Did Sister's feet serve you well?"
The black thigh-high stockings didn't have the sheer sexiness of ultrathin nylons, but they possessed a youthful, athletic charm. That purity, combined with her lewd service, was incredibly effective.
"Mmmgh!" Ethan let out a muffled grunt. He couldn't speak through the gag, which saved him from having to think of more "younger boy" dialogue.
Meguri leaned down, her small pink tongue darting out to lick his thigh. The wet, sliding sensation moved from his knee up to the very root of his groin. When she hit the sensitive inner thigh meat, Little Ethan jerked violently, slapping against her soft, flushed cheek.
Meguri's eyes drifted to the throbbing rod. She brought her tongue close—5 centimeters, 3 centimeters, 1 centimeter—stopping just millimeters from the slit at the tip.
"Mmph... mmmgh!"
Ethan groaned in a plea, his body squirming. He could feel her warm breath hitting the sensitive crown of his cock, but she refused to touch it. She teased him, waving her tongue in the air, making him think she was finally going to take him in, only to pull back.
After playing for a while, she shifted her body down, letting the tip of her tongue trail across his lower abdomen. She never stayed in one spot for long, leaving Ethan with a building fire in his gut that he couldn't release. Her peach-colored hair brushed against his rod, a "scratching the itch through the boot" sensation that made him want to break his bonds and ravage her.
"Ara, I didn't realize Ethan was such a pervert that even my hair gets him this excited?"
Ethan let out a muffled protest, but it was useless. Meguri took a lock of her hair and began to swirl the fine strands around the opening of his cock. The ticklish, fine stimulation was almost enough to make him explode, but the lack of actual pressure kept him in a state of agonizing tension.
Seeing his pained expression, Meguri leaned in close to the rigid rod. She opened her mouth, and just as Ethan thought she was going to suck him off, she simply blew warm breaths against the tip. The musk of her breath kept him at peak hardness.
Smiling at him, she stood up and used her toes—clad in black silk—to step on his balls, grinding them with moderate pressure.
"Ngh!"
An ambiguous moan of pain and pleasure escaped him. He was starting to lose track of the roleplay. He was on the verge of breaking the agreement and taking control.
"A pervert like Ethan has been waiting for this, haven't you?"
Meguri's leg moved faster, her toes kneading his testicles in circles, yet she strictly avoided touching the shaft itself. Ethan's throat was parched. He looked at her with puppy-dog eyes, begging for release.
"You know, Tsubasa's thighs are very tempting. I bet you played with them a lot, didn't you?"
Meguri let out a disdainful hum. She didn't even remove the lace gag from his mouth, but when she saw his reaction at the mention of Tsubasa, she pressed down harder on his balls, making him groan in muffled pain.
"Ara, I'm so sorry. I can't help but press harder when I remember there's a pervert under my foot."
Ethan mentally swore he would never play this game with her again, no matter how fresh or exciting it was.
Finally, Meguri stopped. She leaned down and ripped the wet panties from his mouth. Sitting between his legs, she climbed onto his cock with both feet. "Ethan, you have two choices. You can command me to let you go, or stay silent and wait for my next move. Which will it be?"
She began to rub the tip of his cock with her toes, teasing the opening. Ethan, finally getting the foot-service he craved, squinted his eyes and let out a long, shuddering sigh of relief.
"Foot... Sister... please... keep going..."
Meguri's eyes twinkled with delight. She clamped the arch of her feet around his rod and began to slide them up and down. The friction of the black stockings against his skin was divine. After dozens of strokes, she pressed the warm sole of one foot against the head, grinding it in circles, while using the toes of her other foot to pinch and roll the shaft.
The intense, ticklish pleasure made Ethan's breathing erratic. But Meguri was clever—she kept the pace just below what would make him blow.
"Meguri... no, Sister Meguri... let me... let me cum."
"Ara, Ethan really is a hopeless pervert to make such a lewd request."
She intensified her grip, locking her toes around the head of his cock while her arches clamped the shaft. "I might consider it, but you have to show me your 'sincerity' first."
She sped up. Her feet moved in a blur of black silk, sliding up and down the engorged rod.
"Sister Meguri... please... let me cum on your feet...!"
"..."
"Sister Meguri, I love your feet the most... I want to lick every inch of these black stockings..."
"..."
"I'm a perverted foot-slave! Master Meguri, please let me defile your feet! I'm a hopeless pervert who only lives for your thighs and feet! AAAHH!"
Under the influence of the roleplay and his sheer desperation, Ethan shouted out a string of humiliating admissions. Meguri looked down at him with an expression that said, "Ethan is such a disgusting pervert," but her face was burning red and her own breathing was heavy.
She placed one foot under his rod as a base and used the other to stomp and knead his jumping cock. After a dozen rapid, heavy stomps, Ethan finally lost it. A thick, hot torrent of life essence erupted, painting Meguri's bottom foot in white, viscous cream.
The black stocking was soaked in the hot, white fluid. Seeing his "Master's" foot finally defiled, Ethan let out a long, exhausted sigh of relief. Being toyed with for so long had been a special kind of torture.
As he stared at the ceiling, trying to find his bearings, he remembered he was still tied up. He lifted his head to ask her to untie him, but he froze.
At the door stood Tsubasa Yura, wearing nothing but her pink apron. Her beautiful eyes were fixed on the scene with an unreadable expression. She looked at Meguri's foot, which was still dripping with Ethan's steaming cum, and then at Ethan's relaxed, spent face.
The secret was out.
"Tsubasa... what are you doing here?" Ethan's "younger boy" act evaporated instantly. A flash of deep blue mana shattered the tapes and ropes on his limbs. He cleared his throat awkwardly. "That... I was just playing along with Meguri's hobby..."
"Yes, I know. You don't have to explain, Mas—Ethan." Tsubasa looked away. "I was just wondering why the cultivation hadn't started yet after so long."
"Sorry, sorry!" Meguri scratched her head, finally snapping out of her dominant persona. "I got a bit too carried away. Tsubasa, why don't you go first? I'll wait."
Tsubasa's gaze swept over Ethan's cock and then over Meguri's cum-stained black stockings. She shook her head. "No... it's fine. You two should cultivate first."
Ethan loved feet, but Tsubasa, being a girl herself, felt a bit of repulsion at the mess. Seeing how Meguri had just played with him using her feet, Tsubasa couldn't bring herself to put that rod inside her body immediately. Her desire had been thoroughly cooled by the sight of her "Master" being toyed with by her best friend.