Futaba awoke one Saturday morning to an odd text from Ann, one she couldn't exactly decipher the meaning of. "Meet me at leblanc at 12 plz? I am urgent" it read. Futaba sighed, not particularly wanting to get out of bed before noon, but it seemed that her friend was on the edge of desperation. A message from Ann that featured punctuation and an absence of emojis was a rare occurrence, an indication that she was serious. Futaba dragged herself out of bed and put on her usual attire.

Around an hour later, after lazing around the house for a bit, Futaba arrived at Leblanc. The familiar, pleasant scent of coffee and curry that was endemic to Sojiro's life greeted her as she pushed open the door. Ann was seated at one of the center booths closest to the bar, her usually bubbly expression replaced with a nervous grimace. Futaba, like most of Japan, was dumbstruck by the model's sheer beauty, to the point where just looking her in the eyes made the ginger-haired girl feel an infatuated shudder in the pit of her stomach. She took in another aromatic breath and made her way to the table.

Ann looked up from her fidgeting hands and brightened up at the sight of Futaba, although there was still a noticeable truancy of her trademark happiness.

"Hey girl. Sorry if I'm bothering you, but I'm kind of having a crisis right now and I thought you'd understand."

"It's fine," Futaba said as she seated herself opposite Ann. "What are friends for?" She shot Ann a brief smile before averting her eyes.

"Yeah… thanks." Ann attempted one in return but faltered, her mouth barely leaving its previous position. "I need help and it's, um… it's kind of about Ren.

"Ren?" Futaba perked up at the mention of their leader's name. She wasn't romantically interested in him by any means, but she was still fascinated by everything he did. "If he's not answering you or something, he went to hang out with Ryuji today. I would know, I stalk his phone."

Ann let out a nervous chuckle, one devoid of mirth and chock-full of unease. "Well, yeah, I knew that, it's just that I…" Her voice trailed off, and a wet clicking noise could be heard as she forced a large mass of saliva down her throat. Futaba took off her glasses and began wiping them on her shirt. Whatever Ann was having trouble saying, she'd get out eventually.

"…I want him to worship my feet."

Futaba's eyes bulged and she almost crushed her glasses in a suddenly materializing fist. There were many things she was expecting Ann to say, and that was most certainly not one of them.

"You wa– worship y– he's– you're– WHAT?" Futaba's words came out in a garbled mess, her brain and mouth disconnecting from each other as the sudden shock of Ann's words fried them.

"I know, I'm a freak." Ann's eyes drooped and she listlessly focused their attention on her intertwined fingers. "I know you know about my, uh, fetish and everything but… I hate that I even want that. I'm a freak…"

Futaba returned her glasses to their place atop her nose, forcing a single sharp wheeze from her lungs to recover from the jolt. "You're… not a freak, Ann. You're not. I was just… really, really caught off guard by that." It was her turn to nervously laugh. "I was just expecting something like 'I like him' or 'I wanna hold hands with him', not…" she stopped to hold back a sudden laugh making its way to her mouth as the awkward humor of the situation made itself visible to her mind's eye.

"Yeah, well–"

"Say no more." Futaba adjusted her glasses after wiping a laughing tear away. "I'm not judging you. Hell, I wanted you to tell me about your foot fetish when you asked me about mine. I understand you, Ann!" She made herself gaze into her friend's round, crystalline eyes. "I know what it's like. We're peas in a pod, or toes in a sandal!"

A corner of Ann's mouth turned up as if a gentle touch pulled it. "I like that, uh, expression. But it's just that I never told you all the details, that's all." She leaned back against the booth and sunk a bit lower to the floor. "I only said I liked my feet and how they look, not how I…" A hint of pink found its way to her ivory cheeks.

Futaba curved forward over the table and put a hand on Ann's dejected shoulder. "Like I said, I understand. You don't even want to know all the dirty nasty shit I'm into. There is nothing to be ashamed of."

"I guess you're right. It's just hard for me to admit I even want… that." Ann slowly grasped her friend's hand in both her own. "You're so supportive and I love that about you."

Ann's touch made Futaba crumble inside. "Don't sweat it. What are friends for, right?"

"Yeah." Ann looked into Futaba's eyes, making the orange-haired girl's crumbled insides ignite in flames. "Thank you so much."

Futaba coughed again, this time to save herself any embarrassment. "Listen, I love a sexy pair of feet as much as you do, probably even more. And if you want Ren to worship your feet, I… honestly relate to that." She found herself looking at the floor.

Ann's eyebrows raised. There wasn't any competition in Futaba, was there? "But… I like him! You can't tell me you–"

Futaba realized the misinterpretation and quickly remedied it. "Oh no no, not like that, no! He's an awesome dude but I wouldn't date him or anything. No crush." The omnipresent voice in her head spoke to her, saying If anything, you have more of a crush on Ann. Futaba silently agreed, but shut it up.

"Oh, okay…" Ann's relief was very evident.

"Buuuuut…" Futaba's face was garnished with a smirk. "…I think… you should tell him."

Ann dramatically buried her head in her hands. "I can't! He doesn't feel that way!"

"On the contrary, he just doesn't know you feel that way."

Strands of Ann's hair were brushed aside as she slowly looked up at her friend. "…What?"

"Like I said," Futaba held up her phone for emphasis. "I stalk him."

"I…"

"I've seen the stuff he googles. He is craaaazy over the moon for you. He's always reading up on how to be smooth, how to win over a girl, how to be romantic, and…" She tapped Ann's nose with one finger. "…he looks at all your modeling photos every single night."

"R-really?" Ann's blush returned, as did her character-defining smile. "He's in love… with me?"

"I mean everyone in the fuckin' country is in love with you," Futaba deadpanned. "You're crazy sexy hot, I'd be floored if I heard of anyone who wasn't. But you feel the same about him. That's what matters."

Warm fuzzies filled Ann's soul and her face lit up with rejuvenation. "He really loves me, for who I am!"

"I wouldn't go that far." Futaba's deprecating joke prompted her to receive a punch on the arm.

"Stop it!" Ann laughed. "I'm seriously– why did you never tell me this before?"

"Well, I just wanted to see if you could figure it out yourself. But I don't blame you, he's really a mystery if you aren't watching his phone every day."

Ann still wasn't comfortable with that truth, but she was too joyous to let it get to her now. "I guess so!"

"Yep, if I wasn't on his phone, I would have no idea he watches foot porn most nights…" Futaba casually revealed, nonchalantly looking up at the ceiling.

Ann threw her hands over her mouth. "No… you're joking."

"Not joking… Joker." Oracle smugly asserted.

Tears welled up in Ann's eyes "Oh my god… oh my god, I'm so happy…"

Futaba loved the satisfaction of a job well done. Finding it apt to quote one of her favorite movie trilogies, she declared, "Go get 'em, tiger."

Both girls stood up and Ann embraced Futaba in a tight, extremely appreciative hug. "Thank you thank you thank you thank you!"

The warmth of Ann's attractive body made Futaba a little hot and bothered as she hugged back. "I love… helping you out."

Ann broke away and gazed deep into Futaba's eyes, happiness piercing the lenses of her glasses and drilling deep into the wells of her soul. "I'm gonna have a boyfriend tomorrow! And he's gonna worship m–" She stopped herself from shouting, slapping a hand over her mouth. The other patrons probably shouldn't know about her kink.

"Whoa, nelly," Futaba quipped. "One step at a time, no pun intended."

"Right. I'll, uh, go now. God, I'm so happy!" Ann practically danced out the door, her milky thighs shining in the sunlight as she exited.

"Lucky Ren…" Futaba thought as she turned toward the restrooms to flick the bean. "Lucky lucky lucky Ren."

Sojiro, while not entirely eavesdropping, was saddened by the details he had heard. A memory of Wakaba entered his mind, and he sighed as a faint blip of a fun night he'd had with her feet appeared. He looked at the ceiling, as if to see the heavens through the wood planks. "I miss you, sweetie. I always will."

Ann was up in the clouds. As she skipped along, she barely noticed the people on the streets shooting her various looks, some bewildered, some infatuated. None of them mattered to her, only Ren, her future boyfriend. She was in love.

By some stroke of luck, she made it safely to her apartment complex without getting hit by cars she didn't see. Life was a tunnel, and Ren was the light at the end. She practically floated up the stairs, a smile big enough for two plastered on her face, even when she arrived at her room and searched through her purse for the key. Her brain was on another plane of existence, and her body was simply going through the motions it did every other day.

Ren loves me! Ren loves me! He loves me and dreams about me every night just like I dream about him! He loves meeeee!

She levitated over to her couch and sprawled herself on it, as if it were the arms of a knight in shining armor carrying the grateful princess Ann to her destiny of ecstasy. And of course, that knight was Ren.

Futaba's words, her own admittance, the grand reveal of Ren's feelings being mutual, all of it became too much for her to take. For the next hour, Ann cried the happiest tears that had ever flowed from her bright eyes. She wept freely, her chest heaving almost rhythmically, her smile still affixed where a frown had resided only a short time before. Her vocabulary was temporarily reduced to a collection of three things spoken in perpetuity, "Thank you, God!", "Oh Ren!", and "I'm so happy!" None of these phrases could be spoken in full, all were broken up with sobs. Ann was overcome with love.

At some point, she fell asleep, and upon waking up, she saw that the sun had changed its position, now looking into her window with a golden light to shine on her overjoyed soul. She threw open the chambranle and let the city air fill her slightly tired lungs. It was the same air she was accustomed to, but this time it was different; in its existence it was giving her life, so that she could continue to be the happiest woman on earth.

Her phone buzzed. She picked it up, expecting it to be Futaba, but almost burst into tears again when she saw Ren's name. He had left a casual message in that friendly way of his, "Hey, you want to hang out tomorrow? I can only take so much of Ryuji lol." Ann resisted the strong, compelling urge to confess to him right then and there, but somehow held herself back. Her thumbs hovered over the keypad, but she couldn't bring herself to press them while looking. She closed her eyes and typed out "Sure! :D", and mustered more courage to hit send.

She set her phone down on her leg, its heat no match for that of her face. Her heart was thudding hard, she couldn't hear the noise of the city above it. Her mind was still processing, trying to come to terms with the fact that the man she was texting was about to become her boyfriend. She closed her eyes again, her cheeks flushed the color of the sweets she enjoyed, and she gave a shuddery sigh. "Rennnnnn…"

Another buzz. Ann's trembling hands picked up her phone again, and she saw a somewhat weird response. "Lmao! Okay milady :)"

She adored the random pet name, but was confused as to why he said that. She began to prepare a response, when she noticed that her blind formulation of 'sure' had mutated it into 'sire'.

She couldn't help but laugh, he seemed to love a cute mistake like that. She calmed her nerves, and as the sunset cast dusk over the cityscape, the two future lovers decided on a time and place to commence their escapade of romance and lust.

Ordinarily a late sleeper on weekends, Ann jumped out of bed Sunday morning as the sun cheekily snuck a look at her from behind the city's horizon. Her excitement was uncontainable, unstoppable, and still not at its limit. She was going to begin dating the man of her dreams today, and kick off their brand-new relationship with a steamy session of foot fun. All of it continued to seem like a fantasy too good to be true, and Ann couldn't help but repeatedly pinching herself.

She set up a group chat with Makoto and Haru, and sent a rather long paragraph of her confession. She knew they probably had feelings for Ren as well, and didn't blame them. But she also knew that as her good friends, they would be happy for her nonetheless.

Hay guys! :) I have some newz 4 ya, hope you're all sitting down! I like Ren. I like him alot, and today I'm gonna ask him 2 be my boyfriend! :D Futaba knows he likes me too so WE'RE GONNA BE DATING! AAAAAAAAA 333 I love you guysssss!

A bit of time passed, and the first reply came while Ann was pouring her sugary cereal.

Makoto: Wow! I'm so proud of you, go girl! You have really good taste in guys.

Ann hoped there was no secret resentment behind that last remark, but she was too happy to care. Another reply soon followed.

Haru: Yes you do Ann! He'll be a great boyfriend! Love you xoxo

Ann set her phone down and turned toward her calendar. She was free all day, and it was time to begin the official setup of her night.

She looked down at her feet, clad in fuzzy pink socks. Not yet, babies. Just wait, you're gonna be hot tonight! She inquired her friends if they wanted to go on a trip to their favorite spa to hang out and celebrate. Makoto informed them that she unfortunately couldn't make it, but Haru seemed eager. Ann smiled and looked out the window. The city looked more inviting than it ever had before. She was a woman on her way to destiny.

Ann met up with Haru at the spa, and they spent a while relaxing in the hot springs. No perverted boys came to bother them this time, and even if they had, Ann was in character so she would have understood any misunderstanding. The girls chatted about various things, some of it about Ren. Ann figured as much anyway, but still felt a pang of pity when Haru revealed her feelings toward him. She said nothing, but gave the floofy-haired girl a wet, warm hug.

"Thank you… I guess I never had a chance anyway." Haru hugged back, slightly blushing from the sensation of Ann's bouncy bare breasts against hers. "He just hasn't known me long enough, I guess."

"Hey, you're an awesome, strong woman who can get any man you want!" Ann confided, running a hand along Haru's shoulder. "There will be loads of guys throwing themselves at your fee…" She stopped herself at the mention of her fetish object. A wave of nervousness seemed to rise from the steaming, still waters and wash her away into her own vivid imagination. Will Ren like my feet? Of course he will, they're so beautiful. But will he want to lick them? Yeah he will, I love it too. But will he…

Haru's soft voice sliced through her thoughts, transporting her back into the present. "…I just haven't met anyone else as amazing as him, and I don't know where I would find–"

Ann, against her better judgement and mostly without thinking, abruptly interrupted Haru's dejected confessions and blurted out, "Do you like my feet?"

If anyone else had been present in the springs, they all would have felt the sudden awkward tension, thick and spreading over the area like an expensive marmalade on toast.

"Do I like… your feet?" Haru echoed.

Ann's realization hit her with the speed of a bullet train. She clapped her hands over her eyes and squeaked out an abysmal attempt at a coverup. "No, like, uh, what I meant was, I… well, I don't mean like like, like you like Ren or that– NO! I didn't mean that either! It's really…"

Haru was amused at her friend's discomfiture, and couldn't help but giggle. "There's nothing wrong with that! And I do, they're very pretty. You must take great care of them."

Ann was simultaneously relieved and turned on by the compliment directed at her feet. "You really think so?"

"Yeah! Let me see them!"

Ann's nether regions began a quiet harmony of working against her composure. Ann bit her lip and raised her legs out of the water. Like a majestic whale breaching in the glimmering sun, Ann's feet appeared on full display before Haru's eyes, clear water trickling off her legs.

Haru had seen Ann's feet many times before, in flip flops at the beach, and bare whenever she had been a visitor at her home. She'd always thought they were pretty. But now that she was face to face with them, there was only a single word that came to her mind to offer an apt description. "They're… perfect."

Utterly mesmerized and hypnotized by the heavenly sight, Haru didn't notice just beyond them, where an Ann ablaze lay blushing hard and trying to silence the stirrings within her pussy.

"Wow…" Haru couldn't bring herself to look away, she didn't want to. Her entire field of vision contained nothing but the most perfect pair of feet she'd ever seen in her life.

Ann stammered arousedly, "Y-you like them, huh?" She slowly ran her hands down her wet thighs and calves to support her long legs, the bottoms of her feet still the sole object of Haru's current endearment. She wanted to put them down, to hide them before she made a fool of herself acting like a cat in heat, but she wanted more from her friend. She wanted to devour the compliments like a desert survivor spotting their first cactus fruit.

Haru smiled, not looking at Ann's face, and leaned forward to plant a quick smooch on the ball of her right foot.

"Ah~!" Ann jerked back, a sudden drool dislodging itself from her tongue and disappearing into the vast lake of cleaner water. "Don't do that! I'm gonna…"

A knowing look made its way to Haru's face, one Ann would have preferred to not see right now. "Do you have that fetish thing?"

"NO!" Ann recoiled from the unexpected force of her response. It echoed across the chasmic room several times as she recanted. "I mean… well…"

"It's okay." Haru's eyes were startled, but her voice remained calm as ever. "Sugimura had it too. He would kiss my feet sometimes. I never really got into it, but I did develop a new appreciation for them. And I can really appreciate yours!"

Ann made a sound that could have easily been a sigh or a voiceless moan. "I do. Goddamnit, everyone's gonna know…"

"No they won't," Haru was now returning the comforting that Ann had previously given to her. "You came here so we could get pedicures, right?"

Ann nodded sheepishly, her wave-interspersed reflection staring back at her full of embarrassment.

Haru touched Ann's leg. "Let's go make them prettier together."

They put on their swimsuits and walked the complex barefoot, Ann behind Haru, mostly so she could get a peek at her floofy-haired friend's feet. She was very relieved Haru was understanding about all this, but she didn't want anyone else besides Ren to know. The thought of her potential future worship invaded her blurred thoughts again; her entire leg was still tingling from that kiss Haru had given her foot. Will I even survive tonight if one kiss almost made me explode?

Eventually, they were seated in comfortable chairs, with two spa workers at their feet with all the tools of the trade. To Ann's right, Haru crossed her right leg over her left knee, and Ann saw her bare foot dangling like bait to a fish. Ann's mouth watered.

Haru's toes weren't painted any color yet, but they were very appealing, short and bubble-like, and a great size to compliment the rest of her appendage. Her foot in profile gave a lovely curve, from the tender ball after her toes, to the gentle slope of her arch, to her firm, smooth heel. Her ankle was slender with a bit of boniness, and her sleek legs rivaled Ann's. The blonde model felt her heart rate increase, and she briefly wondered if Ren was the one she really wanted tonight.

Haru turned to Ann to point out a cute guy working off in the distance, and saw her blue eyes fixated on something diagonal to her. She followed Ann's enraptured gaze and realized it ended at her bare foot. She likes my feet too? Why? Hers are perfect, what would she need to look at mine for? A few seconds went by as the spa workers heated up the footbaths, and Haru decided to dispel her quandaries in favor of having a little fun with her foot-loving friend.

Beads of sweat formed on Ann's forehead, sliding down fast as if her skull was a ski slalom. She'd seen Haru's feet before, like in those sexy sandals she wore for most of the summer. But now that they were right next to her, she had a new, stronger affinity for them. She unconsciously slid her tongue around the perimeter of her lips, feeling as if Haru was purposely teasing her with her pretty toes and shapely ankles. She wouldn't do that, would she? She just said she doesn't have a fetish, why would she act like she's engaging mine?

Haru was indeed engaging, simply because she had a mean streak that liked to have fun now and then. She very slowly raised her leg so her sole was revealed more and more to Ann. Scrunching her unpolished toes, she made sure wrinkles were cast along the length of her sole, gentle but multitudinous like waves approaching the shore.

Ann gulped very hard, her stomach acid practically releasing a depth charge from the force of her swallow touching down in it. Those wrinkles… oh my god those wrinkles… 1, 2, 3, 4, 5,…

Haru suppressed a bemused smirk and uncrossed her legs, placing her feet into the footbath, submerging them under the water and out of Ann's view.

31, 32– NO! A scream in the aroused girl's head cried, scrambling to her mouth only to be released as a pathetic "…nuh…"

Haru stopped attempting to hide her entertained demeanor, speaking to Ann in a rather jolly manner. "What's that, Ann? Did you say we're going to get matching nail polish?"

Every facet of Ann's being that wasn't her brain or hormones grabbed ahold, forcing her to snap out of her horny trance and return to rationality. "…g-uh, I, uh, um… yeah. Yes I did. Let's do that, that'll be fun, hehe. I… um, yeah."

The pedicurists at their feet complied at this request, and for the next twenty minutes all was back to normal between the two. Ann had hardened herself to where pedicures and massages didn't turn her on very much anymore, she did not want to orgasm in front of an underpaid worker again. She just kept her eyes closed to avoid seeing Haru's pretty feet for the time being. The girls resumed their chat from the hot springs, and the subject of Ren appeared many more times.

"All done! It suits you both so well!" The spa worker lifted her brush from the last of Haru's toes, looking over at her companion doing the same to Ann's. A magnificent shade of red adorned each nail, glossy and shimmering like crisp apples fresh off the trees.

Ann admired hers for a bit, loving the shade and how it complimented her Panther outfit perfectly, but blurred her vision when looking over to Haru. She needed to kiss Noir's feet, she had to. But it had to be planned out; she wasn't just going to beg to do it. There needed to be finesse.

The girls tipped their pedicurists handsomely, slipped on their sandals and headed out. Ann could easily walk from the spa to her apartment, but Haru politely offered her a ride. As she positioned herself in the passenger seat of the luxurious Okumura limo, she began to hatch her plan. As she opened her mouth to speak, she realized her heart was pumping hard, vibrating her throat.

"So, uhhh, you wanna… like, do something else while we're still out?"

Haru settled in the driver's seat, pulling her light brown hair into a pony tail. "Something else?"

"Yeah. We could get ice cream–"

"Do you want to kiss my feet?" Haru inquired.

All the breath Ann had in her lungs disappeared. "…hhhhhhuh?"

Haru gave a sweet smile. "I mean I did it to you, and you weren't expecting it. I'm sorry, so I thought you'd want to do it to me to make it even."

Ann's soul was romping somewhere that wasn't in her body. "Hhhhhhh…"

Haru laughed. "Oh, you're so silly! Close your mouth!" She leaned down to remove her sandals, leaving them on the carpeted floorboard. She swiveled around so her creamy legs pointed at her flatlining friend in the other seat. "They're all yours."

As the pupils returned to Ann's eyes, she focused on the best view she had ever seen in her life. Haru's smooth, clean soles rested in her lap, awaiting her love. She didn't say a word, only mechanically moving without a single neuron spark in her brain. She cupped the rich girl's heels in her hands, raising them slowly to her hot, bright pink face, and succumbed to her fetish.

Haru gave her an understanding smile. "Just don't tickle."

If Haru's soles were the moon, Ann's lips were Neil Armstrong. She slowly, carefully pressed them against Noir's right heel, gently sucking back the sweet scent of natural oils and spices that had been garnished upon them at the spa. Ann shuddered from the lustful chill that shot down her spine like a lightning bolt, moaning in a way that almost made Haru do the same.

The floofy girl was even blushing, thinking How can she be that gorgeous? Wow…

Ann wasn't thinking about herself now, only her pretty friend's succulent soles. Ann breathed softly on the heel that had been orally caressed, moving up to the gentle, milky arch. Her lips passionately squeezed into the very center, Haru's wrinkles constituting from the light, sensual pressure. Ann's hungerful mouth moved up again, into the soft meeting point between the arch and the ball. Another heaving breath left Ann's lungs, congregating itself into the fragrant compartment made between Haru's foot and Ann's lips. As Ann then kissed the ball of Noir's foot, its buttery soft texture pulled her in and kissed back. Her lips sank a little bit into the supple, smooth flesh, very much like the most luxurious pillow one could find at a five-star hotel. Ann was in heaven.

Haru was taken aback by how much passion Ann was exuding. It left her a little confused, on top of already being a little flushed. Sugimura never kissed them like this… and he sure didn't look like her either. Oh my goodness… am I… in love?

The love certainly showed from Ann as she finally ousted her lips from Haru's right sole, planting much smaller kisses on every toe. Ann's cheeks almost matched Haru's nail polish as she relocated down to the left ball, where the warm, almost libidinous sensation greeted her mouth once again.

Haru had given up thinking at this point; she had never known foot worship could feel this incredible. She was fascinated by each and every movement Ann made on her soles, her stomach fluttering and her mind in turmoil. With every passing second, she felt as if the pressure of Ann's lips was transferring her lust for feet into her own heart, altering it into an infatuation toward the beautiful Panther. Oh Ann… oh… I think I have a crush on you.

Ann's previously gentle touches were more forceful now, her libido taking control and whispering dirty thoughts into her ear, telling her to bring her tongue into play. And that she did. She made out with Haru's left arch like it was a spouse returning from war. Saliva cycled back through her mouth, touching her tongue as if to say 'it's time'.

The pink muscle peeked through her teeth and lips, barely scoping out its surroundings before immediately latching on to the creamy soft wrinkles now everpresent on Haru's sole. Ann didn't slobber, instead flicking her tongue a little bit like a snake, all the way down the arch before osculating on her heel. It was then that the full girth of her tongue escaped captivity, as Ann dragged it very slowly and intimately up the curvy surface of the blushing girl's bare sole. She repeated the process back on Haru's right foot, even slower this time, waving her wet tongue from side to side, feeling the supple, malleable flesh move under it. She swallowed, the taste of Haru's soft soles washing over every taste bud and gliding down her esophagus, forever a part of her now.

She didn't stop there, grabbing Haru's feet and thrusting them forward to suck on her pretty toes one by one, the red nails made even shinier from the dampening. She licked the stems, tenderly kissed the underside of both big toes, and exhaled a hot, shuddery breath over the entirety of her friend's feet. Saliva escaped her mouth, dribbling down the soles where its kin had explored before. Haru thought that was a little gross, but she was firmly turned on now so she paid it no mind.

Suddenly, with an abrupt jerk, Ann's brain began to function again. She looked at the tongue-soaked soles before her, the slim ankles she was squeezing, then up at the excited face of the Beauty Thief, and finally at the time displayed on the limo's interface. She had just spent 20 uninterrupted minutes worshipping Haru's soles, and it hadn't even felt like 2.

If it was possible for her face to get any redder, it did; albeit for a different reason this time. "Oh my god… oh my god! Oh god! I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to… do it… quite that much. Oh man, I am so, so, so sorry…"

Haru forced some of the moisture to leave her mouth with an audible gulp. "N-no! Don't, don't a-apologize. That was… amazing!"

Ann looked sheepishly down, tapping Haru's feet to indicate for them to be returned to their owner. "Thanks, I guess… I've just… had a lot of practice, or something…"

A big grin spanned the floof's face. "Must be a lot! Where did you learn to even… do that to a girl?"

Ann didn't look up from the seatbelt around her waist, instead pointing gingerly down at her own feet.

Haru didn't believe it. "You… you do that… to yourself?"

Ann never ceased blushing, but a telling smile charged onto her features, giving her a look of simultaneous chagrin and accomplishment. "I… worship my own feet… almost every single night. I know my soles way better than any other part of my body, hell, even my face. I have a really bad foot fetish, and no one else can… indulge me better than me." She looked into Haru's brown doe eyes to emphasize her next sentence. "But you… boy, you really gave me a run for my money." The absurdity and truth mixed into her words gave them both a gradual laugh. They shared something special now, and felt as if they had bonded in a way no one else could dream of.

"Thank you, Ann, for that and for… well, this is a little weird…" Haru scratched the back of her neck. "…Thank you for awakening something in me that I always suspected." She pulled her tingling legs back and perched her hands on her knees. "I… when you were… worshipping my feet, worshipping me… I, um, realized I really do… have a crush on you."

Ann wasn't shocked in the least. "I get that a lot, hehehe. But… I can tell you're sincere. And… I'm not gonna lie, since I got to know… your soles so well, I kinda… umm… reciprocate."

Neither girl had noticed that they both were gradually leaning toward one another as they confessed. Not until their faces were less than a centimeter apart did they realize what was about to happen, and they didn't try to stop it. Ann's lips touched Haru's, Haru's locked into Ann's, and their arms left their positions and wrapped around each other's slender bodies as they lost themselves in a truly special moment.

Their hearts beat as one, their breathing rapid, and their eyes closed to savor every second of a newfound love. Haru tasted her own soles as Ann's tongue entered her mouth, and it elicited a moan from her that triggered one in Ann. Their powerful kisses vacillated between them, one never more passionate than the other. Only when the sun briefly disappeared behind a voyeuristic cloud did they return to the present. They slowly broke away from that incredible kiss, respiring arousedly, and Ann gave the coup de grace of a gentle stroke along Haru's torso, starting at the bottom of her neck, around the circumference of her small, supple breasts, and ending with a one-fingered trace across her collarbones.

"I… I love you, Ann." Haru admitted without regret.

Ann had to be truthful in this moment of ecstasy. "I honestly do too, Haru… but we can't be…"

Haru leaned her forehead against the bridge of Ann's nose, a perfect fit. "…Why?… because of…"

Ann pulled her close. "My heart belongs to Ren… but right now… it's beating for you."

After what seemed like eternity, they both understood that things could not continue, and accepted it. Neither girl said a word, just silently mulling it over in their minds, eluding the fresh memories of what could have led to a very intimate relationship.

Haru smiled at last, and Ann let her arms undo themselves from the other girl's body. "I'll never forget this… we really have something special."

Ann leaned back in the passenger seat as Haru returned to the driver's. "We do… god, I never knew it would be that amazing…"

Haru put the limo into drive and placed her foot on the gas pedal. "Well… if we hang out another time… it doesn't mean you can't worship me again."

"Oh I will, pretty girl." They exchanged an enamored smile, and Haru pressed her bare foot against the pedal, signaling the end of their brief, loving escapade.

Ann watched the foot she had just licked. She drives barefoot too? My god, why can't I be with her? I'm holding out for Ren tonight… Dammit, he'd better deliver.

Several cars down in the parking lot, Mishima sat alone, with a stunned expression frozen on his face and copious amounts of blood exiting his nose.

Few words were exchanged on the trip to Ann's apartment complex, until Haru broke the silence. "Ren is the luckiest guy in the world."

Ann nodded. "He has a foot fetish, by the way. Futaba confirmed it."

"Really?"

"Yeah. What I did to you back there… he's gonna do that to me."

"Oh… oh my." Haru blushed a bit envisioning it.

"I just realized," Ann mused, "I already know every one of my worship techniques. But I don't know his… He's gonna surprise me…"

"That sounds wonderful!" Haru exclaimed.

"I think I'm worth it…" Ann chuckled.

Haru gave her one last enamored look into her lost love's crystalline eyes. "I know you are."

As the car pulled up to the building where Ann had made her home, Haru gave the model a parting peck on the cheek. "Have an amazing night with Ren."

"I will… I love trying something new."

"So do I." They intertwined their fingers and squeezed each other's palms before Ann exited the car. "By the way, your feet are nothing short of perfect."

She didn't wait for Haru's reply before turning away to get the thoughts of romance out of her head. She didn't need to wait, for Haru didn't voice her response. She knew they would meet again pretty soon, and her feet would receive that royal treatment once more.

Ann's flip flops softly clapped the soles of her feet as she walked into the building, and her phone buzzed. It was Ren. As if he knew her thoughts, he had sent a courteous but eager "Hey! Are we still on for tonight?"

Ann tapped out a reply with a great many unexpressed feelings behind it before entering the familiar comfort of her room. "Yes yes yes!"

She closed the door behind her and went to take a shower. She wanted more of Haru, but that could wait. Tonight, Ann Takamaki knew that Ren Amamiya was going to show her a good time.