The Labyrinth of Exquisite Feet

"Huff… huff…"

Even knowing the sweet-tart scent filling his nostrils was a seductive pheromone, Link had no choice but to breathe it in.

Deep within the labyrinth, he was ensnared by a thicket of silken feet, their delicate arches and toes pressing against him from all sides. If not for the solid ground beneath, he'd have stumbled countless times.

Even so, his pace was agonizingly slow, like a tortoise. The soles brushing up and down his body obstructed his vision and tangled his legs. One misstep, and the encroaching thighs would trip him to the ground.

His field of view was dominated by a cascade of shapely legs, clad in colorful stockings. From the walls, feet extended at head height, kneading his face like dough. He pushed them aside, but it was futile. The long corridor brimmed with countless more, each pair swaying with graceful curves, sliding back to caress him the moment he displaced them.