Chapter 169 – First, Sex_face-to-Face… And Submission. (2)
First, sex_face to face… And submission. (2)
Even when I thought about it again, I couldn’t understand why I did that or why I had to do that.
However, the situation where he was grabbed by a strong hand and forced to kneel, and his lips touched his shoes, and not only that, but his shoes… The horrible and humiliating experience of having to lick it with my own tongue.
It gave an experience that felt like prying open a door of senses that should not be opened.
It’s dizzying, and it’s dizzying.
For him, who only remembers having lived the life of a typical modern person, it was normal for him to feel indignant and angry at being forced by others and being treated unfairly. That can be said to be natural and common sense.
At least for him, the act of feeling pleasure while being assaulted and dominated by others was, in some ways, the farthest thing from an understandable emotion.
Therefore, she was unable to accept the emotions that her body naturally appealed to as a woman.
They just don’t understand and are confused.
However, the vivid stains of pleasure that were engraved on her body, like clothes getting wet in a light rain, were melting away her eccentricities that she had not known before, and her emotions.
At least enough to make me realize that I am feeling excited about this absurd situation… It was bearing fruit.
That’s why I’m so absorbed in it.
I don’t know much, but I just know that it feels good.
It was such a shameful and resentful thing, but I was already a prisoner of the pleasure I had been given.
I can’t hide my heated eyes.
The humiliating taste still lingers on my tongue.
It was more shocking and humiliating than I had imagined.
… In fact.
While joining SEPal, exposing my naked body or wandering around the veranda in my underwear, I always thought and imagined that something like this might happen someday, that something like this or something worse might happen, but… Whenever something like this happens in reality, the feeling, the feeling, the vivid sensation of the five senses that you can’t help but feel at that time, are more humiliating and humiliating than you could have imagined.
Yes, not just this time, it’s always been that way.
The act of kissing someone else’s instep at best.
To say it at best, well… It’s not an ordinary thing, and it could be said to be a fairly servile act, but at least this wasn’t what I was thinking of or what appeared in my imagination.
I thought I could not take it as a big deal.
But it wasn’t.
This act simply involves kneeling, bowing your head… It could not be considered a simple act, such as kissing the instep of another person.
The act of bending down and kissing the place called the feet, which is at the bottom of the face, which is the most respected and vulnerable in humans.
At some point, it could be said to be a sign of humiliating surrender,
It could also be seen as a sign that the unfortunate loser accepts his situation in the end.
Or, accept one’s own inferiority and submit… It can also be seen as an act of swearing submission.
… Such customary behavior.
Kissing the back of your feet… From a physical perspective, it was only an act, but like an animal exposing its abdomen as a sign of surrender, the meaning of that act was heavier than I thought.
Forcibly… The moment when someone else’s hand kisses your shoe.
I was able to realize that fact.
Subordinates and superiors.
Or master and slave.
An act that is tantamount to distinguishing class between others and myself.
If we were in an equal relationship and there was no significant difference in gaze or strength, I wouldn’t ask for something like this. No, there is no way you can ask for it.
That’s something you can’t do if you don’t look down on the other person.
That… I did the work.
I did it.
The process was suppressed, it was one’s own will… The fact that I kissed the sole of your shoe with my lips does not change.
Even… In the end, I ended up licking and sucking the shoes of my own volition.
It is said that it was forced, but in the end, it was something that was done half willingly.
Which… My senses were strangely hot and throbbing.
The feeling of surrendering to someone.
The unsightly appearance of being submissive and dominated was strangely exciting and thrilling.
Why is this… I couldn’t understand why he was excited about absurd things.
I couldn’t understand,
Because the stimulation it gave was sweet…
Because I could feel pleasure
That was enough for now.
With that alone, I am absorbed.
“Tsk… Churrup, churreut… ♡”
A soggy sound that is not unusual for a sound flowing between shoes and lips.
To say that he was kissing, licking, and sucking forcibly, somehow, was a mixture of affection and lewd music.
Little by little, sweet sounds mixed into the room.
The plain navy blue panties are a little more… Retains moisture.
Is it because of my attitude?
The hand that was pressing the back of my head moves away.
“Ah…”
I somehow regret that oppression. I let out a small groan without realizing it.
“Yeah, he’s nice.”
And when the palm approaches me again, I cringe, remembering that oppressive violence.
Contrary to what I thought, the palm of the man who came up to my nose was kind and soft.
Tok, tok.
Tap and caress my cheek.
It’s like the owner is petting his pet… A feeling that feels like this.
That’s… I didn’t just hate it.
A cool, slippery feel, like a snake, gently caressed my cheek.
It is said that I was kneeled in front of a man I didn’t know who I was and was suddenly caressing my cheek, and for some reason I didn’t hate it.
“You can do well.”
A compliment that is nothing special.
No, it would be a shame to be praised for something like this… I felt strangely good.
Is this how a pet feels when praised by its owner?
Somehow I felt a warm feeling.
More… More… I want to be praised.
It’s strange.
“Okay, one more time. Try kissing me. Sincerely.”
As he said that, he was tapping his foot.
Hearing those words, he looked up inadvertently, but all he could see were cold sunglasses and cold, closed lips. It’s just that, and I’m overwhelmed by it.
And, the body that remembers what happens if you don’t follow his words.
I was reacting to his voice and moving faster than I thought.
On his knees.
I kissed the top of his foot as he politely clicked his shoes.
Just like a slave serves his master.
With a clapping sound.
More politely than just lip-to-lip contact, as if he was aware of his position.
It was instinctive to kiss.
The smell of wax mixed faintly with the smell of male sweat.
That’s all, but my reason is shaken.
Her body, which had inevitably become infinitely vulnerable to males, was clearly showing its ferocious performance.
Simply his… In addition to the servile act of kissing shoes and toes.
The smell of sweat and male scent from the sixteen men that filled this room was driving me crazy.
The air feels dizzy and strange just by standing still.
Kiss like that.
I cleaned his shoes with my tongue.
I licked the top of my foot, then went down and kissed the top of my foot once more.
The humiliating taste of wax.
That alone makes me feel like I am somehow subordinate to him, and it excites me.
The sense of being dominated.
The feeling of being taken away and plundered.
That feeling of defeat… I think I don’t hate it.
No, rather…
I’m drunk from this humiliation he’s giving me. Intoxicated by this miserable feeling, I become even more excited and my emotions are heightened.
In the end, the soles of the feet.
The dirtiest place.
I kissed that place with my lips.
I sucked it clean with my tongue and threw it away.
How funny was it for me to look like that?
He and the men surrounding him were laughing, as if they were seeing something fascinating.
Derision? A look of disdain, like looking at a dirty stain on the floor.
Ah… ♥
That sharp gaze.
That contemptuous gaze
It excites me. It makes it hot.
“Stop.”
His next words. Put the shoes back in place.
Even the people who were laughing suddenly became quiet, and the room was filled with silence.
I was embarrassed to see myself feeling regretful about the slipping shoes. Isn’t this really a pervert who gets pleasure from licking his shoes?
Although he was not confident in saying that he was not a pervert,
Not yet
I don’t think it’s to that extent. Maybe…
However, I was caught up in this strange atmosphere and sat down, looking up at him, forcing myself to believe that I too was having strange thoughts.
As he glanced behind me, someone behind him locked the studio door. The door lock closes with a light beeping sound.
Me, Anna, and about a dozen men surrounding us.
Combined with the gloomy scenery around me, a bloody sensation passed through my skin.
The atmosphere is such that it wouldn’t be strange if one person was immersed in this place. It’s that kind of atmosphere, but I, the one receiving those gazes… For some reason, I ended up feeling a thrilling electric current flowing down my back.
I couldn’t figure out the reason myself, but no, maybe I already knew, but it wasn’t a story I could understand. The reason for this pleasure, at least, is that I feel this pleasure for that reason
Not yet
I couldn’t accept it. It wasn’t there.
There must be another reason.
However, it was difficult to resist the pleasure this gaze gave.
The male scent filling the room was making me drunk.
“Well, then, I think I’ve made you fully understand what kind of situation you’re going through. I guess we should say a quick hello before entering the main room, right?”
“… Greetings? Uh… So, hello… Do you do it?”
I look up at him, who is still sitting down, looking down at me in front of me, or above my head.
If you’re saying hello, didn’t you say it just a moment ago? Could it be that there is another meaning that I don’t know about?
I don’t understand what he’s saying, but I’m afraid that if I can’t say anything, he’ll do something again, so I just say whatever comes out of my mouth. He seemed completely lost, not even knowing what he was talking about. Even if you think about it yourself, wouldn’t it look a little stupid?
And as expected, my answer was far from the answer he was expecting, and his eyebrows seemed to be frowning above his black sunglasses.
However, the person who was angry was not me.
A small shout.
But should we call it charisma? Regardless of the volume of the sound, it had the power to make people nervous.
“Anna! “Didn’t you even give me that basic explanation?”
“But I think it’s best to let you know about this right beforehand.”
I turned to Anna, who was still holding the leash attached to my necklace and was smiling calmly, as if she wasn’t the least bit nervous about this situation, or rather was enjoying it.
I was able to see something extraordinary in her own way as she calmly responded to his words, which seemed like he was going to apologize without even realizing it, even though they weren’t directed at me.
“Under…, You will be punished later. See you later.”
“Yes~♡”
“… Don’t say anything. So how much did you explain?”
“You didn’t do anything? Ah! Instead, I decided to make a somewhat interesting bet.”
“Why you!… Me! I didn’t even do it!… I didn’t! Do the work! Doing! It’s okay!!”
“That is… Because it’s fun, right?♡”
Taeyeon holds her forehead as if her head is pounding due to her weak attitude.
Rather, it seemed doubtful whether Anna was really a slave.
“… Ha, whatever. Anna decided to talk calmly later. What bet did you make again?”
At his words, Anna, as if she had been waiting, opened her blank contract that I had signed, and asked her to sign the contract that she had unilaterally pushed for just now… It explains something so strange and unreasonable that it could even be called a bet.
It is said that if I become pregnant during the filming of today’s AV, I will become the property of the person who made me pregnant. The content is simple yet absurd.
I could hear voices of admiration from each person, as if the content was something unusual even for these people.
“I somehow remembered something like that. So did you get consent? No, since I put a stamp on it, I don’t think there’s any need to get consent.”
“Yes, yes.”
“I tell you in advance, no matter how absurd the contents of the contract are, as long as you sign it yourself. I must ensure that its contents are observed. No matter what it takes, definitely.”
His gaze is directed at me, who is looking up at him while kneeling on the floor, under his pants.
It must have been hidden behind sunglasses, but somehow I could read the resolute will behind those eyes.
Without any lies.
A resolute look that the contents of the contract will be collected.
If I really become pregnant, even if I reject the fact, even if the process is against the law, they will definitely make me a slave… I could instinctively feel that it would be done that way.
Like driving a wedge.
That gaze was so clear.
It wasn’t a look that told a joke.
And, looking at the faces of the men surrounding him, it seemed like he could really make his words come true.
A bet of 0.2%.
I’m visualizing the possible ending.
“Did you take the contraceptive pill properly?”
“Hey, I’m not a bad person enough to play around with something like that.”
“Then that’s it. I also don’t like it when people arbitrarily get pregnant during filming. It’s not like I was given cheap vitamin pills disguised as birth control pills, so you don’t have to worry about that. Rather, it is a drug that is useless and performs better than the drugs on the market, so unless you are quite unlucky, nothing special will happen.”
… Now that I think about it, is there such a method?
When I think about it, I feel relief and regret at the thought that it was probably a pretty risky bet.
… Regret?
Why?
Why did I say I was disappointed?
I couldn’t figure it out myself.
