CHAPTER 828: CHAPTER 128 - ROSE AND IRENE (5)

His cock glistened faintly under the light, a thin sheen of moisture coating it, and the sight made my throat tighten. I couldn’t stop myself from swallowing, hard.

My mouth felt hot, almost watering at just looking at it.

Gosh... right now, I must’ve looked completely shameless—a woman starved, staring at his dick like it was a meal she’d been denied for years. The heat rising on my face twisted my features into something so unfiltered, so raw, that even I knew it was a bitch face.

But I forced my body to stay still, fighting the urge to just lean in and take him.

Leon was teasing me on purpose. It was only fair that I teased him right back.

"Now, it’s your turn, Leon," I breathed out, my voice unexpectedly rough. "Lick my feet for me."

Hearing my own words made my skin prickle. I sounded so unlike myself—like someone possessed by lust, too far gone to care about shame. It was as if my mind had been pushed to the back, and something darker, rawer had taken control. My body was flushed and humming, my skin almost feverish.

Slowly, I raised one foot toward him. The stocking was still on, the black fabric faintly shiny in places, and I could see spots of dirt from earlier clinging to it. Part of me cringed at the thought of someone licking something so obviously dirty—

But fuck, the bigger part of me wanted it. I needed to see him do it.

The mix of humiliation and control made my chest tighten, breath catching in my throat.

Leon looked up at me, that crooked smile curving his lips, and his eyes glinted like he could see every filthy thought racing through my mind. Then, he seemed to notice something more—something etched right across my face.

"You’ve got an incredibly bitchy face right now, Irene," he said, voice low and amused.

Did I really? I couldn’t see it myself.

But then my eyes caught the edge of a mirror beside me. I reached for it with shaky fingers, my pulse pounding in my ears, and lifted it to see.

The reflection staring back almost made me flinch. A woman with a twisted, hungry grin with her cheeks flushed deep crimson and her half-lidded eyes glazed with raw, aching lust. It looked vulgar—almost animalistic. And yet, undeniably, it was me.

Part of me wanted to look away and deny it. But deeper inside, it felt disturbingly natural. Like it had always been waiting to come out.

While I was still staring, trying to reconcile with the face in the glass, Leon moved—sudden and sure.

He grabbed my foot with both hands, and before I could react, his lips wrapped around it.

"Uwahhh...!"

The sound tore out of me, sharp and startled. My body jolted, heart skipping so hard it felt like it hurt.

The wet heat of his mouth spread across the stocking, soaking into the fabric, and his tongue dragged slow, deliberate lines over my sole.

I bit down on my lip so hard it almost hurt, my breath coming out ragged.

What the fuck was this? Why was my whole body shuddering just from him licking my feet?

Was I really that much of a pervert? Well... apparently, yes.

"Fuaaahh...~"

Another sound slipped out, softer, breathier, and shamefully sweet. My toes curled reflexively.

It felt like I’d discovered some secret erogenous zone I never knew existed.

My gaze dropped—and I saw his cock twitching again, pulsing with need. The sight sent a stab of heat straight between my thighs, making the dampness in my panties even worse.

After what felt like an eternity, Leon finally let my foot slip out from between his lips. His saliva clung to the stocking in messy strands that shimmered in the light before snapping apart when I lowered my leg.

Still flushed, I pressed the wet sole against his dick, sliding it along his length. The moment I did, his cock jerked, twitching eagerly at the touch.

Seeing that reaction made something dark curl in my chest—a mix of pride and raw lust that felt so damn good.

My vision felt hazy, the corners of my lips curling up into a slow, wicked smile.

It was as if I was winning—me, conquering Leon, making him lose control with nothing but my feet. The thought was intoxicating.

"Your feet are good at doing it," Leon murmured, his voice thick with pleasure.

I tried to steady my breathing. "Well, I did a lot of foot exercises back then... so I guess I’m pretty skilled with them. Didn’t think I’d end up using them like this, though."

I pressed my feet together around his cock, moving them up and down in slow, deliberate strokes. My toes teased over the head, rolling and pressing, smearing pre-cum across the sticky fabric.

My own body was shaking, heat crawling up my thighs and pooling deep inside my stomach. I couldn’t stop anymore.

While I kept working him with my feet, my hand slid under my skirt, pressing down over the soaked crotch of my panties. Even through the layers, the heat and wetness were overwhelming. My other hand moved up, squeezing and groping my breast through the fabric.

Every touch sent sparks crackling under my skin.

My breath was coming in ragged gasps, chest rising and falling as if I’d been running.

Leon looked up at me, his eyes dark and hungry, and it only fueled the fire licking through my veins.

"You certainly are having fun with this," he drawled, a teasing smirk on his face.

It was then it hit me—Leon hated losing. He wouldn’t let me keep the upper hand forever.

"But don’t forget," he said, voice dropping to something low and dangerous, "I’m not someone you could dominate."

Before I could react, Leon pushed himself up, gripping both my feet firmly in his hands.

"W-What...?!"

With my feet pressed tightly together, he shoved his cock between them, grinding forward and back, fucking the soft arch I’d made for him.

"A-Ah...! W-Wait...!"

The heat of his skin against my soles, the thick length rubbing and throbbing—it was too much.

My mind blanked, my body no longer listening to my protests. Even the humiliation of it—watching him hump my feet like an animal—made my pussy clench so hard it almost hurt.

I couldn’t even think anymore.

And then—

"Irene, I’m gonna cum now...!"

His voice was rough, almost growled out through gritted teeth.

A thick spurt of hot, white cum shot out, splattering across my face, sticky and steaming.

The heavy, musky smell curled around me, making my pulse race even faster.

Before I could stop myself, I scooped a glob of it up on my finger and brought it to my lips.

Ah... really... so delicious...