When Egawa Mitsuki raised her arms, she revealed smooth, fair underarms, soft and completely hairless. They were quite aesthetically pleasing.
Initially, Sasaki Fuyumi felt a bit of resistance towards sniffing her armpits. But seeing how clean and nice-looking they were, his reluctance diminished considerably. Without further hesitation, he brought his face close to her underarm and inhaled. There was also a faint, elegant scent there.
Egawa Mitsuki never expected him to do this. Seeing him act like a total pervert, sniffing her armpit, an intense wave of shame washed over her. But she didn't dare stop him; she could only turn her flushed face away.
Sasaki Fuyumi sniffed her armpit for a while, ensuring he had memorized the scent before ending this seemingly perverted act. He praised Egawa Mitsuki, "Not bad. Your armpits are pretty sexy."
Egawa Mitsuki was extremely embarrassed. Agreeing or disagreeing both felt wrong. Consumed by intense shame, she kept her face expressionless and said nothing.
Sasaki Fuyumi smiled faintly. Then he crouched down in front of her, staring intently at her feet.
Egawa Mitsuki instinctively drew her feet back, looking at him in surprise. Was he going to smell her feet too?
Sure enough, Sasaki Fuyumi looked up and said to her, "Lift your foot."
Egawa Mitsuki hesitated, then lifted one foot slightly, balancing on the other.
Since Sasaki Fuyumi hadn't violated their agreement, she couldn't refuse his request.
"Higher. I can't reach," Sasaki Fuyumi urged.
Egawa Mitsuki stared at him, shocked, a flicker of disgust in her eyes. This guy really did want to smell her feet.
So disgusting. A maggot in the sewer.
Didn't he realize how perverted this was?
At the same time, she was very reluctant to let him smell her feet. She was wearing summer sandals, so her bare feet were exposed. That meant Sasaki Fuyumi would be smelling her actual feet.
Just the thought was hard to accept. It wasn't that she was worried her feet might smell; she just found the whole thing repulsive.
Sasaki Fuyumi raised an eyebrow. "What's wrong? Got a problem?"
Egawa Mitsuki's heart trembled. Weighing her options for a moment, she ultimately didn't dare refuse. Gritting her teeth, she lifted her foot higher.
She closed her eyes, silently comforting herself. It's just a foot. Let him smell it if he wants. It's not like I'm losing anything.
Seeing she had lifted her foot to a suitable height, Sasaki Fuyumi leaned in for a closer look. He observed her bare foot – pale, delicate, and exquisite, like an ivory sculpture. Even encased in a sandal, it lost none of its charm. Five toes like pearls adorned it, the nails a faint pink, tempting one to put them in their mouth.
Egawa Mitsuki, hearing no movement for a while, opened her eyes to look. She saw him crouched before her, scrutinizing her foot, his face so close he could smell it at any moment.
Egawa Mitsuki was momentarily stunned. An inexplicable feeling stirred within her. Seeing Sasaki Fuyumi crouched before her, her foot less than twenty centimeters from his face, Egawa Mitsuki actually felt a flicker of pleasure deep inside.
Just then, Sasaki Fuyumi noticed her foot twitch, the five toes clench and relax. He couldn't hold back any longer. He leaned in, stopping his nose about a centimeter from her foot, and took a deep sniff.
Watching him smell her foot, Egawa Mitsuki's pupils contracted sharply. Her expression was a mix of shame and excitement. Her legs instinctively pressed together, her body trembled slightly, a seductive blush crept onto her cheeks, and she felt a warmth flow inside her.
Sasaki Fuyumi wasn't looking at her face. After tentatively sniffing and detecting no odor, he confidently continued, diligently memorizing the scent of Egawa Mitsuki's foot.
Just then, the tip of her sandal lightly brushed his nose.
Sasaki Fuyumi was startled. He looked up and saw Egawa Mitsuki, her face now completely flushed, staring intently at him. Her eyes were bright with excitement, her body trembling slightly because of it.
Realizing he was looking at her, Egawa Mitsuki's expression changed. She awkwardly turned her face away.
….
Seeing her so guilty, Sasaki Fuyumi seemed to understand something. A mischievous smile spread across his face. He deliberately asked, "Egawa Mitsuki, are you... excited?"
"Who... who's excited? Don't talk nonsense!" Egawa Mitsuki retorted loudly, her eyes panicked.
Sasaki Fuyumi was even more convinced she was excited. He looked at her contemptuously. "Denying it? Look how red your face is. Getting turned on by someone smelling your feet? You're such a pervert."
Egawa Mitsuki said angrily, "Shut up! I'm just hot."
But her expression grew even more flustered.
Sasaki Fuyumi didn't let up. He continued teasing, "Stop pretending. I can tell. You clearly liked it when I smelled your feet just now. Want me to do it again? Maybe even kiss them?"
Egawa Mitsuki was mortified. Being caught red-handed, she felt she had no place to hide, wishing she could crawl into a hole. But when she saw Sasaki Fuyumi make as if to lean in and kiss her foot, a look of anticipation inadvertently appeared in her eyes.
Sasaki Fuyumi, however, didn't actually kiss her foot. He laughed mockingly. "Look at you. Still claiming you're not a pervert? Didn't know you had this kind of hobby, oh noble Egawa Mitsuki."
Hearing the mockery and sarcasm in his tone, Egawa Mitsuki's face paled. Her eyes slowly reddened and welled up with tears, as if they might spill over at any moment. She slowly lowered her foot.
Sasaki Fuyumi's eyes darted. He suddenly grabbed her foot and slipped off her sandal.
He directly took her bare, jade-white foot in his hand, playing with it. It felt like holding a piece of warm, exquisite jade – delicate, smooth, and extraordinarily soft.
Sasaki Fuyumi admired it for a moment, then suddenly opened his mouth and gently bit one of her toes, simultaneously looking up to observe her face.
Egawa Mitsuki's whole body shuddered. She stared blankly as he kissed her foot, a shy expression appearing on her flushed face.
"Route One: The girl before you desires that you, lowly and humble one, kiss her bare feet. Pleasing her in such a humble way will bring her immense satisfaction, as if she has thoroughly trampled you underfoot."
"Route Two: She actually wants you to kiss her dirty, stinky feet. To you, aspiring to be an outstanding pervert, this is nothing short of a challenge. You decide to trample her underfoot instead, using your sole to ruthlessly step on her noble face."
When Sasaki Fuyumi had noticed Egawa Mitsuki's reaction earlier, new route options had appeared before his eyes. He was soft-hearted and chose Route One: kiss Egawa Mitsuki's feet.
Luckily, Egawa Mitsuki was very meticulous about personal hygiene. Her foot was very clean. Now, held in his mouth, there was no unpleasant odor at all. He even tasted a hint of sweetness.
Despite this, Sasaki Fuyumi's mood wasn't great. His dignity didn't allow for this. He only did it to avoid stepping on Egawa Mitsuki's face. But that didn't mean he intended to let her off so easily.
Watching the girl's expression shift from shock and shyness to excitement as he held her toe in his mouth – she even closed her eyes, her face red, enjoying his service – Sasaki Fuyumi snorted inwardly.
Then, he released her toe from his mouth. He lifted her skirt, revealing the lower half of her body protected by her safety shorts.