10 In Love With My Bullies Feet?! [R18]

CHAPTER 10

In Love With My Bullies Feet?!

We eat dinner with Mitsuko's mother in the living room. Mitsuko is quiet like something is on her mind. We eat white rice, teriyaki chicken with cheese and edamame. It's delicious. I offer to help wash the dishes, anything to repay my debt… Mae says that isn't necessary.

Mitsuko slams her door again. I lay in the guest room, pondering what I'm going to do tomorrow. Maybe go to the public Zenith booths to exchange my tournament winnings into credits, find a pod near school, order my confiscated possessions to be delivered to my new—

I hear a knock. It's Mitsuko. She's wearing a black hoodie and black shorts. Her blonde hair is damp from showering. She looks troubled. She invites me to her room.

I follow her down the hallway. I notice she's not wearing any tights. She's barefoot… I glance at her blue toenails that match her fingernails. Just the sight of her feet makes me blush, along with her athletic legs… I hold it together and respectfully keep my eyes on anything else. She leaves a fragrant sweet trail of peaches behind her.

Her room is conservative; not much decorations. A couple of stuffed bears next to pillows. She plops down on her bed and crosses her thighs. Her bare feet are in the air. She has soles that smile. I blush and look away.

"Don't just stand there, idiot." Mitsuko points to a chair with wheels. I take a seat. The silence is like nails dragging on asphalt. I don't know where to look… Mitsuko doesn't appear to have this problem. She studies my existence.

"Have you ever been in a girls room before?" Mitsuko says. My face says it all. "Of course not. Have you ever had a girlfriend?"

I shake my head. She spits out laughter, stopping when she sees that I'm serious. "Oh, wow, you really are a loser. Well, anyway, you can go ahead and use my Zenith if you want. Convert your gold or whatever it is you need to do."

"Thanks…" I grab her pink headset off the desk. Before I put it on, I spot something on her augmented monitor. Digital Sin Online… There's a minimized tab. She's currently online.

"What's the matter?" Mitsuko stands up and freezes. "That's… Give me that."

She takes the headset from me and puts it on. She tries to close the application but accidentally opens the tab. From the monitor I see her character, level 120 with flaming blue hair…

"Fuck fuck fuck," she presses the emergency killswitch on the headset. She takes it off. I'm shocked.

"Maya?" I say. "How… Wait, I thought you didn't play—"

"I don't!" She tosses the headset into my lap and turns her head away from me.

"Ok, fine. I'm Maya. You happy now?"

I'm bewildered. So… Mitsuko's the one who helped me win the tournament? But all those cruel things she said to me beforehand…

Mitsuko sighs. She sits on her bed and crosses her thighs and arms. "I guess there's no point hiding it now. I got your account name from the student council, the day you signed up for the tournament. JinItToWinIt? You're so fucking lame…"

"Why did you help me?" I ask.

Mitsuko leans back onto her palms and speaks toward the ceiling. "Because you're a noob. You couldn't hit a single target, remember? It was pitiful, really. I felt sorry for you. Just like how I felt sorry for you at the hospital. That's all this is, you know? Why would someone like me spend time with someone worthless and…"

Mitsuko stops talking. She sees the struggle in my face. I feel truly pathetic. In a better state of mind I could shield myself from her insults. I'm too broken apart to deal with it. I repress the tears, but my eyes are wet. I clench my hands in my lap.

"Fuck. Hey, look at me. I said look at me!"

She appears angry, but I see something else for the first time… A trace of regret? No, is it pity? Disgust? Concern? I'm unsure.

"I'm… I'm sorry," Mitsuko says, just above a whisper. Her apology startles me.

"For what?"

Her face twitches with frustration. "What do you mean? Wow. You really are stup—" she stops herself, takes a deep breath… "Look. I'm sorry… for the things I said at the tournament."

I shake my head with a sad smile. "No… You're the only reason I won."

"Huh?"

"Not just the tips you—Maya gave me in Digital Sin Online. When you told me I was going to lose… It was motivating. I thought of you the whole time I was playing. I—"

"The fuck? Hey, are you staring at my feet?!"

I didn't even realize… During my confession I had been looking at her dangling foot, those blue toenails, the light-pink hue on the bottom of her sole. My face turns completely crimson.

Mitsuko gasps. "You fucking were!"

I get up to make my escape.

"Sit the fuck down!" Mitsuko yells. Her voice rattles my bones with terror. I sit in the chair.

"Actually, no." Snap, snap, snap. Each snap of her fingers makes me flinch. She points her finger to a spot in front of her. "Sit right here."

I search her features for any signs this is a joke. She's deadly serious. "Now." Snap.

I squat down. "No. On your knees."

She has a wicked grin, her eyes radiating malice. I sink to my knees, only a few feet away from her crossed thighs and hovering foot. I feel like my head is about to pop from the embarrassment.

"I fucking knew it. I thought I saw you in class looking at my legs. Now I know for sure. You're a pervert, aren't you?"

"N-no, I'm—"

"Shut the fuck up," she whispers. Her voice is venomous, almost hateful, but her lips are smiling.

"Now, where were we? That's right… The tournament… So why did you pass out anyway?"

I recall the moment I saw Mitsuko in the audience, how she triggered my heart to pulse in my chest, my head getting dizzy…

I open my mouth but I'm choking. I can't speak.

"Aww… Are you too flustered to talk? God, you look pathetic. I was thinking about how you were going to repay me for all this… I got an idea. How about you give me a foot massage?"

My eyes plead for mercy. Her grin gets wider, her canines showing. "Either that, or I'll tell the whole school what a pervert you are. Thought I was bad? Ohh, just imagine… Hurry up, now. Before my mom finds out you're in here."

I gulp. My knees are shaking against the floor. I reach my hand out obediently. My fingertips softly touch her ankle and I gasp. She laughs at my despair.

Her foot is soft and warm. I've never touched a woman like this before. I trail my thumbs down her ankle and across her instep, down to the separation of her toes. My fingers grasp the bottom of her sole, squeezing gently as I possibly can.

I shudder when Mitsuko lets out the quietest moan. Her eyes are fixed down on me. I continue rubbing and trail my thumbs against her arch, making vertical patterns as I knead out any tension in her foot. I feel blood rushing to my hips, but I'm surprisingly calm. Touching her feet is almost therapeutic, cathartic… Even as I'm submissively on my knees… 

I don't understand the emotions flooding through me, but I continue regardless. Mitsuko lets out a few more subtle moans, each noise like bubbles popping in my brain, sending electric tingles down my spine. I rub the ball of her foot in circular motions. I gently spread apart her toes two at a time, stretching them just a bit. Her breathing hitches. This must be a tender area…

I rub each individual toe, pulling gently. She bites her bottom lip. My whole body is shaking, but I push through it. Mitsuko uncrosses her thighs, the motion like a hypnotic spiral. She sets her leg atop the other, her untouched foot inviting my touch.

I repeat the same process, painstakingly gentle and precise. I move with more confidence with each second. As I rub the flesh, sparkles of her scent distribute through the air. The scent of her feet fill my brain, making me gush and melt into the floor. The aroma is intoxicating, removing my inhibitions… I want to bring my face closer and inhale it like precious oxygen, but I refrain from doing so.

Steam fills the room like we're cooking white rice. Mitsuko sighs with satisfaction and triumph. She flicks her ankle, pushing my hand away. What she does next I will remember for the rest of my life, the moment everything changed…

Mitsuko looks undecided. Her face is flushed. She hovers her foot toward my face and gently presses her toes against my lips. She drags down my bottom lip and traces my mouth with her feet. I'm trembling, whimpering, and then… She pushes her big toe into my mouth, demanding entry into me. I can taste the blue nail polish. I don't know what to do, so I give into my instincts and squeeze my saliva against her flesh.

Mitsuko lets out a loud moan. She covers her mouth, giggling. "You're a fucking freak… Keep…" Another groan of pleasure, relief, surprise.

The flavor explodes on my tongue. I never thought a taste so succulent existed. No full course meal on Earth could ever compete with the scent and taste of Mitsuko's feet.

I whimpered as I gently licked around her toes in my mouth. Her other foot grazes my forehead as she drags her sole down my face, then sets her toenails under my nostrils.

I inhale deeply and my neurons pulse and vibrate with euphoria. I literally shiver as the scent gushes through me. I'm about to burst from my mental chamber. Mitsuko's gentle whimpers almost send me over the edge as I—

Knock knock knock. "Mitsuko? Are you in there?"

We both flinch. Both our faces are flushed and our eyes are dilated, like we both were just awoken from a trance. She pulls her feet away from me, lifts me up from my knees and sticks the pink headset over my eyes. 

The Zenith isn't even on. I hear the door open.

"Yeah, what's up, mom?" Mitsuko says, slightly out of breath.

"Oh, I didn't know he was… Um, is everything ok?"

"Yeah, yeah! He's just, uh… Sooo he won that nerd tournament, remember I told you? He's converting the gold into credits so that he can get a new house."

"Uh huh… Sure… Well I just wanted to remind you I'm leaving early tomorrow morning. I'll be back home late on Saturday, ok?"

"Ok. I love you, mom."

"I love you too…" Mae drops her voice to a whisper, "Make sure he sleeps in the guest room…"

"Mom! Duh! It's not like that!"

Mae giggles like she knows just how to push Mitsuko's buttons. The door shuts. Mitsuko takes the headset off me.

"Fuck, that was close… Are you ok?"

I'm still breathing heavy. My heart is violently striking my chest. I'm shaking. "Yeah… I… just never…"

"Whatever, here, take my headset to the guest room. I'll see you tomorrow morning. Later, loser."

Mitsuko's face is still red too. She pushes me out the door, looking at me for just a second before shutting it. I walk back to the guest room. It's nighttime now. I sit in bed, staring at the pink headset for a long time, trying to figure out what the hell just happened.

In the end, I don't even care…

My brain is still tingling, my neurons pulsing…

I can still smell her feet on me, the taste of her toes…

For the first time I finally admit to myself that I'm in love with my bully.