The shower head bestowed upon Ann a hundred individual fountains, each one insignificant on its own, but all together they provided an overwhelming feeling of relaxation. The lovestruck girl laid on her back in the porcelain cradle, absorbing the sensation of the temperate water washing over her. However, it couldn't rinse away the miasma of emotions fighting inside her head.
Haru… the way you let me worship your beautiful feet… made me fall in love with you. But it's for the best that we remain platonic, right? Because Ren… he's going to worship mine in only a few hours. Haru doesn't want to do that… but what if she changed her mind? Aghhh, why the hell am I feeling like this? Why can't I just be excited for tonight?
Her questions poured down like the shower above her, and she let them run rampant over her body. God… I don't know how I even feel about myself right now.
She permitted her mind to wander a bit, reflecting on the past 24 hours and how in that time, she had gone from a schoolgirl with a crush to a conflicted woman caught in a one-person love triangle, one as dangerous as Bermuda to her own soul.
She said she loved me… and I basically said it back… but not completely, so that means she understood my love for Ren, I guess. But what if she didn't? What if she…
Some time passed as her derailing train of thought passed through the same tunnels, none with light at the end. She realized her closed eyes were participating in adding water to the shower floor. Wiping them and slowly sitting up, her freshly pedicured feet came into focus. She looked at them glazedly, envisioning a happy, blushing Ren holding them and licking them all over. A weak smile crept onto her face, and the clouds in her mind began to dissipate.
I love Ren, she thought rather decisively. I love Ren, I always have. He's the one for me, and Haru is… still my good friend. With foot benefits.
Her smile grew, and the unease clawing at her heart released its grip. All she had to do was remember the many good times she'd shared with the young man, all the ways she'd tried to show she cared. And how very soon, he was going to reciprocate his own feelings toward her.
She let the water flow over her long hair, flattening it to her skull and shoulders. I love you, Ren. Her head was clear now, the sun shining into it like it always had. I can't wait for tonight!
She set aside all thoughts of her day with Haru, looking only toward her bright future. Her eyes drifted toward her feet again, and a different set of thoughts entered without knocking. I love that color on my toes… flaming, passionate red, like Carmen, like my Panther suit… so passionate…
Absentmindedly, she found that she was holding one foot in her hands. Ren will love them, because he loves me… and because they're sooo sexy…
The shower still rained on, and the room was steamy with condensation and something else. Ann slipped her big toe into her mouth, swirling her tongue in circles around it and sucking like it was a lollipop or Ren's…
That can wait, she reminded herself, inserting her second toe between her lips, then her third. It had been a long time since she had discovered she could worship her own feet, but every time was just as enjoyable as the first; plus she was continuously honing and refining her methods.
She kissed her toes as the shower washed off her spit, then raised her leg a little more to bury her nose into her sole. Mmmmm… so good. Rosemary and… eucalyptus? Eh, doesn't matter.
Her tongue appeared to lick for the second time that day, starting at the heel and ending at the tip of her toes, savoring every millimeter of her sole in between. Haru's feet were quite soft, but Ann knew the fabricious touch of her own and how much utterly softer they were. It was a sensation like no other, one she made sure to keep up with utmost care.
She kissed her soaked sole many times, not missing a spot of silky skin on her perfectly formed feet, up and down her arch, the smooth heel, the undersides of her toes, and the plush ball. She gave a few little licks here and there, even to the top of her foot. Her lips touched the stem of her big toe, right in the center where she could feel her toe touch her nose and the warmth of her sole greet her chin. Oh, my soles are so beautiful…
She brought her other foot to her face and gave it the same love, a hundred more kisses all along her sole, followed by licks both quick and slow, even a few nibbles on the wrinkles.
The water kept on flowing, and she threw her head back for a brief respite, drops flooding over her flushed face, before bringing her soles together to dive into the next segment. Her arches formed an oval as every point of contact on her soles pressed together, softness against softness. A veritable rainstorm rushed down her head, falling gratuitously on her soles and hands, as she licked both of her arches at once. The familiar, tender texture she knew so well was most invigorating against her moist tongue, although its salival perspiration was no match for the simmering bath plunging over her every inch. The water was starting to cause her skin to become prunish, something that gave her a guilty pleasure. They're so wet now… like me. More wrinkles… The water had given her soles an additional percentage of wrinkles for her to worship, a departure from their usual smoothness that she also loved. She felt a strong tingling vibration in her nether regions, and it got more and more rapid as she breathed harder and licked faster. Oh…ohh…ahhh… they're so softttttt… ohhh my soles, my sol–
Her phone rang. She jerked up to look at it, realizing the shower curtain was blocking her view and coming to a sudden halt in her activities. It's probably Ren…
She looked back at her feet, her primal instincts quickly fading away as she calmed her racing heart and manic breath. Her soles glistened with a clear mixture of spit and water, with a tiny amount of vaginal leakage probably somewhere in there. The shower suddenly felt like a shower again, rather than the torrential storm of promiscuity it had been a second before.
The phone continued ringing, and Ann sat in silence waiting for it to stop. All her thoughts were concentrated on her feet, gorgeous in shape and tingly from the self-love. She touched her bare breasts, her nipples starkly upright, thinking of ways she could quell her fetish until she and Ren entered a bedroom for all bets to be off. It certainly wasn't easy. He… will looove them…
After washing her hair and dragging herself out of the shower, she laid on her bed wrapped in a towel, hovering her thumb over Ren's contact to call him back. She couldn't bring herself to talk or even vibrate her vocal chords; she could only rhythmically breathe in and out, listen to her heart beating, and contemplate her place in the universe. I'm going to be his girlfriend, and I have to confess… and make sure we both have a really fun night. How the hell am I supposed to do all that and not screw it up?
Her anxious reverie was interrupted by a text from Yusuke, informing her that he had bought a tropical fruit basket to paint but was now broke. She answered and agreed to loan him some food money. I wonder if he'd like painting my feet?... No, he'd just pretend they're lobsters or something. But Ren…
She saw her love's face in her mind's eye, smiling at her in that intriguing way of his, and she knew the bullet had to be bitten. She sucked up her wavering worries, and called him.
Ren: "Hey! I called earlier, but I figured you were probably busy."
Ann: "Y-yeah, I was… occupied. But anyway, um, I had a question, or, more like a… request."
Ren: "Sure, what's up?"
Ann drew in a deep, almost painful breath to say what she had to: "Listen, I know we agreed yesterday to go see Souls: Dead Yakuza at the theater, but I've been… thinking about a few things. I kinda want to try something… different."
Ren: "Different?" She thought she heard hesitation in his voice. "Wait, if zombies aren't really your thing, then we can see another–"
Ann: "No, I do want to see it, just… not this time. I was thinking… that, well…" Her face was reddening. There was no turning back now, and this was only the first step.
Ren: "…Yeah?"
Ann: "We're adults. We should do something we never really did when we were teens, when we were doing all the Phantom Thief stuff. We saw a lot of movies. But we never…" Her throat caught, as if her body was trying to force her to refrain from her suggestion. "…went…out…to… d…dinner." A tear left Ann's eye from the sheer strength she applied to make that sentence come out.
Ren: "Dinner? You mean like Big Bang Burger?" He didn't seem to catch her drift, which sparked a small touch of relief in Ann.
Ann: "No, I mean, somewhere… nicer. Although I do like Big Bang, good memories there…" She remembered how he had chased her down when she was depressed, showing he truly cared about her even though he didn't know her yet. Big Bang was where she had poured her heart out to him, and realized he really was her first true love.
Ren: "Nicer? Ok, what about La Maison Rouge?"
Ann: "…Well, uh…" She was trying to lead up to that suggestion, and he just casually namedropped it like it was no big deal. "…y-yeah. Yeah! I was, um, just going to… uh, say that actually, hehehe…"
Ren: "Really? That's cool! Great minds think alike, right?"
So do soulmates… Ann thought. "Something like that, yeah. But listen, I will pay for everything, alright? I insist, so don't even try to talk me out of it or I'll…" A funny conclusion to that faux threat was just out of her brain's reach.
Ren: "You sure? I have a lot of money so it's no big deal if I pay."
Ann: "Well I do too. And I just said don't try talking me out of it." Her confidence was returning, staggering a bit, but making a triumphal reentry into her words. "All you have to do is be there and look sharp!"
Ren: "Something I'm good at, huh?"
Goddammit, why is he so smooth? How could I ever not have fallen for him? "I'm not sure… maybe you could do it around me sometime." There was the humorous retort she was looking for.
Ren: "How about tomorrow?" And there was his much quicker one.
Ann couldn't say anything, only throwing her head back to laugh, partially at his response, but mostly because she was in love with this man and couldn't believe she was about to begin a relationship with him.
Ren: "I take it that's a yes?" She could hear the smile in his voice.
Ann: "Oh, you silly little jerk!"
Ren: "Awww man!"
Ann: "Hahaha, no! La Maison Rouge, tomorrow night. I'll give you the time once I make the registration. Don't be square!"
Ren: "Alright! See you then!"
Ann: "Bye…" She hung up before finishing with "…love you." Elsewhere in the city, she was sure that he probably said it too.
A surprising lack of definitive emotion hung over Ann for the rest of the evening, and she wasn't completely sure how to stop it. She was certainly happy, nervous, and excited for the following night. But mixed into those was the presence of disquiet, as if she had overstepped a boundary she didn't know of yet. What if Ren didn't want her sudden advances? What if he wasn't ready for a relationship, or even wanting to see her in that way?
She mentally slapped herself. Futaba had confirmed that he did indeed like her, so why was she even worrying? Her mind drifted back to a few hours prior, to when Haru had let her tenderly worship her pretty feet. She smiled a bit at the remembrance of that luscious texture on her tongue, but wondered if this was the reason behind her apprehensiveness. Am I worried about what Haru will think? No, I was talking with her about Ren the entire time. She's only a little interested in him and now she's way more interested in me, and I'm kinda interested in her too… god, it's so confusing.
She laid back on her bed, crossing her ankles and admiring the symmetrical curves of her arches. I wish I could like detach my legs, and go to lick my soles while they're crossed… that'd be sooo hot…
After a few more silent minutes, her mind came back from its expedition and she decided to watch tv until bed. Ren would be there for her tomorrow, and no matter what transpired, she would at the very least confess to him and he would confess back. She was ready to have him as her boyfriend, worship or no worship.
The sun set and Ann set aside all her thoughts, determining instead to waste her last day as a single woman. She was ready to turn the page and begin a brand-new chapter of her life, one that would bring more surprises than she could even fathom.
She sat on her bed, microwave ramen in hand, ankle tucked under her thigh, eyes glued to the tv but absentmindedly stroking along her sole, when an involuntary confidence boost spoke to her. You are Ann Takamaki. You're a powerful, beautiful, strong woman who can own this life and force it to do your bidding. You can do this. She could have sworn it was Carmen.
Night came and went. Ann dreamed of a mountain of sweets, with each piece of candy shaped like Haru's feet. She flew about them, laughing happily and indulging herself in a fantasy she had previously only known in her own head. This was no longer the case, but the best was still yet to come.
Once she awoke, the day's events transpired rather slowly, as she was very eager and anxious for the approaching night. She chatted excitedly with Futaba, confessing a little more about her foot fancies than she would have liked. Her orange-haired friend repeatedly assured her that whatever she was into was nothing compared to the filthy things she got off on. Ann did not inquire further on that matter, being interested only in what Ren had been up to. Futaba gave no direct answer, only mysteriously saying "I'll just tell you that he has a verrrry special night planned for the both of you."
Ecstatic after the call, she also rang up Makoto, this time divulging nothing of the foot persuasion, simply expressing her excitement for having a boyfriend. Makoto congratulated her again, and suggested buying him a corsage to break the gender roles.
She also called Haru, albeit with much hesitation. The floof was still happy for her, admitted that she was no longer interested in Ren, and wished them both the best. There was a noticeable awkwardness between the two, as both girls were trying hard to avoid the subject of feet and the events of the previous day. They both knew that for the time being, it was better to continue being friends and leave the benefits for later on.
The final call she made was to La Maison Rouge to secure a reservation for two. While her modeling career was lucrative, this was still a pretty penny that would take her a bit to earn back. It did make sense though, the most high-end French restaurant in Tokyo, situated in the penthouse of a beautiful skyscraper in the center of the city, would of course be pricey. At least Ann knew she could afford it.
The clock ticked away, bringing the budding relationship ever closer. It was like time had a rope around both of their waists, rhythmically pulling them toward one another to ensure they lasted. Many times Ann found herself unable to sit still, occasionally jittering or rubbing her hands all the way down her face, staring intently out the window to calm herself.
After an agonizingly lengthy waiting session, it came time for her to get ready for what could very well be the best night of her life.
In the shower, she did not look at her feet. She wanted to try very hard to extinguish any lustful fetishy thoughts until she was lying on Ren's bed. Instead, she was pondering whether or not her currently nude condition should carry over to that moment. She crossed her arms waiting for the shampoo to wash out of her luscious hair, feeling her ample breasts under her forearms and gently touching them with her fingertips. I'm beautiful and he's going to love me. This was a fact she knew well, but in her state of nervousness she had to assure herself of its truth. I am beautiful, and he is going to love me.
She thought back to the moment she'd first laid eyes on Ren. Standing in the rain, waiting for that disgusting asshole Kamoshida to force her into his car. If it weren't for Ren, she'd probably still be his "toy", or even worse, his sex slave. A sharp, guttural, hate-filled flare of acid jumped from her stomach at the mere recollection of his stupid, perverted, evil face. But Ren had helped her, he wanted to, he chose to. When she first saw him there at the bus stop, his eyes drawn to her beauty, she had felt an immediate connection. Offering a smile, she admired his handsome appearance too, but she would never have known he was going to save her entire life from being a living hell.
He really cares about me… he cares about everyone. We changed all those criminals' hearts together, because he's an amazing person who wants the best for everyone. But the first one he helped… was me. Invisible under the legion of warm droplets from the shower, a lone tear escaped her eye, blending into its surrounding and disappearing. He followed me, let me confess everything, because he loved me. And I loved him… without even realizing it. And now it's paying off.
Exiting the shower with a towel wrapped around her head, she wiped the condensation from the mirror and looked at herself, abruptly drawn aback by the sight. What she saw was a lovesick, almost scared girl with a million weights on her back, confused and disconcerted by things she didn't know if she was ready for. This wasn't what she wanted Ren to see. God… I need to be the best of myself for him… like I always have, but I don't know if I can do it now. I'm scared…
She looked down at her attractive nude body, almost wishing it were of average appearance. Every other guy only wants this. They never want… me. Ryuji's constant gawking came to mind, as did Yusuke's brief obsession with her "female form". She still doubted he truly had any depravity behind that, since he was on the eccentric side. Sighing, she pulled another towel over herself. But Ren wants me. He loves me for who I am. I've always seen it, but now that I officially know… I don't know if I can handle that.
Suddenly, the voice of encouragement entered her head again, much clearer and stronger this time. He's seen you be the best of yourself. It's why he loves you.
But I didn't know he did! I just did it for everyone, without thinking.
Then stop thinking. He'll want to see the confident, decisive spirit you've shown him and everyone else.
I can't stop thinking… he loves me and I don't want him to be disappointed in me for putting on an act I never have before.
He doesn't care about an act. You put one on before, when you met him, and he chiseled it away to find the real you. When you confessed your feelings and problems to him, that was what removed the burden.
So… when I confess to him tonight, that will be the end of my… struggle?
You know he loves you. When you confess, no matter what you say, it will be the exact words he wants to hear.
Then… I won't worry. I'll try not to.
Just drift with the tide of life, and it will carry you to the beach of a beautiful future, Ann.
I will… Hope seemed to rush in and give her a big hug. Is it you, Carmen?
No answer.
She stood in the misty bathroom for a while, thoughts passing in and out of her brain. The inscrutable advice, the growing prospect of happiness, it just had to come from somewhere. She envisioned Ren beaming at her, saying he loved her too, and knew it would indeed become a reality soon enough. She walked to the window, opening it to let a little steam out. She cast her eyes up to the sky with a small smile. If you're up there… thank you.
Clouds covered the sinking sun, though not reflecting Ann's mood. She had a second wind, a rejuvenation, a determination to make this night the best one ever for both her and Ren. Humming to herself, she happily labored over her hair, ironed her dress, chose shoes that best showed off her feet, and applied a minimal amount of makeup. This was to emphasize to herself that Ren loved who she was, not only what she looked like. And the fact that she was naturally beautiful already helped.
7:00 rolled around, and Ann stood up in front of the mirror, once again taken aback, but now for the opposite reason as before. She looked into the eyes of a strong, confident, powerful woman who was on a mission to make Ren hers. Her clothes highlighted her figure without looking promiscuous, her long hair was down and wavy as the ocean, which her eyes looked even bluer than. On her very clean, lavishly pedicured feet were black high-heeled strappy sandals, allowing her to stand tall and proud while also accentuating the curvature of her arches.
She couldn't help blushing at the sight. She'd done this countless times over the course of her modeling career, but none of it had been specifically for the man she loved. I'm so beautiful… inside and out! I love you, Ren…
She briefly considered snapping a selfie for Haru, but shook the idea away. This was her special night, she couldn't muddle her ecstatic mind with those conflicting feelings. All that was left to do, besides be there, was shoot a text to Ren, simply saying: "On the way!"
Exiting her apartment building, she made her way to the subway station, striding with poise and turning a great many heads. The only things on her mind were Ren, and the fact that she was grabbing this orchestrated opportunity by the throat to make her dreams come true.
On the subway, she was sure at least a few people recognized her, but no one said anything to her except one little girl. "Um, Miss Takamaki?"
She couldn't have been older than 8 and was adorable. Ann gave her a big smile. "Hi! That's me, what's your name?"
"Keiko Tanaka."
"Well, it's very nice to meet you, Keiko!" Ann noticed the girl was having trouble looking her in the eyes. Either shy or nervous, or both.
"Um, I just wanna tell you, you're my idol and I wanna be just like you when I grow up." She smiled and briefly flashed her eyes toward Ann's face before looking down again.
Ann's heart melted. "Aww, thank you so much! I'm sure you will be!"
"Yeah. You're really pretty!" Keiko shuffled back to her seat, where her parents didn't appear to notice she had returned. Or left, for that matter.
Ann's smile didn't leave. She loved being a role model of sorts, it meant she was doing everything right. She's so cute. Ren will get a kick out of that when I tell him. I wonder what our kids will look like…?
A chubby, greasy guy leaned forward a few seats down and loudly said, "You know, I have every magazine you did a cover shoot for!"
This killed her smile. She slowly shot a glare at him and simply said "I'm sure you do." She paid no further attention to him. He looked like Kaneshiro.
Just like that, she was there. The station leading to one of the richest parts of the city. Exiting the train, she looked around for Keiko to wave goodbye, but cut it short when she saw the fat guy again. Putting him out of her mind, she trod up the stairs into the warm evening, and the sights were beautiful. Lights of all colors shone from every building, and in the center of it all towered the grandiose high-rise that housed La Maison Rouge. It was truly a sight to behold against the purple dusky sky.
She sent a message to Ren asking if he was there yet, to which he answered yes. She contemplated doing a happy dance before going in, but refrained to avoid stares. But it wasn't like she wasn't getting a lot of stares anyway, from both men and women of all ages. She knew that she was a sight to behold as well, and couldn't wait to see the look on Ren's face.
The click-clack of her heels against the pavement ceased once she entered the lobby, as the luxurious rugs cushioned her footfalls into near silence. The elevator seemed to be gold-plated, and for a minute Ann felt pity for everyone who wasn't rich enough to even catch a glimpse of the place. On the ride up, the pressure seemed to rejuvenate the butterflies in her stomach. She wondered if she'd be able to eat.
The bell dinged, and the doors slid open on the 48th floor to reveal the pinnacle of fine dining Tokyo had to offer, the grand halls of La Maison Rouge. The soft sounds of classical music and clinking of dinnerware greeted her ears as she stepped into the restaurant.
The waiter at the front desk gestured to his guestbook. "Reservation?"
Ann nodded. "Yes, a table for two, under Ann Takamaki."
The waiter flipped through the book. "Ah yes. Your friend arrived about twenty minutes ago."
"Do I pay up front, or after?" Ann started to get her wallet from her purse.
"Neither. Your friend transferred your reservation pay to himself, and said he'd buy the meal as well. Very nice fellow."
A tinge of redness met Ann's cheeks. She explicitly told him she'd pay, but he did it anyway. That's so effing… sweet! God, how is this man so perfect?" She made a quick mental note to jokingly rib him about it. She was too in love to be irritated.
"Right this way, ma'am." The waiter draped a white cloth over his arm and gestured for her to follow him. A few patrons looked up from their meals as she walked by. And then, she saw him.
Ren was seated at a well-lit table close to the center edge of the dining area, by the curtained wall. He was wearing what appeared to be a silk tuxedo, with a tie as red as Mementos. His glasses shone under the light, and behind them his eyes followed suit when he caught sight of her. He smiled, and she could almost taste the attraction emanating from him.
She wondered what he first noticed about her. Was it her silky hair cascading down her back, wavy and golden under the sparse light? Was it the fiery red and black dress she had on, moving rhythmically with her steps, baring her shoulders and collarbones in a stately manner? Was it her electric blue eyes, pupils wide to welcome him into her soul? Was it her high-heel-clad feet…?
The waiter pulled her chair back to allow her to seat herself. She thanked him, and then turned to Ren with a mirthful grin on her face. "So… you paid, huh?"
Ren grinned back. "I wanted to surprise you."
"You stupid doofus! I said I was going to do it and I told you not to!"
"Doofus, huh? That's a new one. I just wanted to show you what a nice person I am."
Ann silently laughed. "You are! And I really… really appreciate it. I was more than happy to pay myself, but… thank you."
Ren slightly bowed his head. "No trouble at all. You're my best friend, I'd feel bad if I didn't do it for you."
Ann processed his sentence. "…Best friend? I thought Ryuji was your best friend?"
"Well, he is, it's just that I don't really see him that much, he's always traveling with his track team and stuff."
Ann sort of knew what he really meant by 'best friend', but decided to tease him a bit. "Well… what about Yusuke?"
"He's just his usual self."
"What about Makoto?"
"Eh, she's all business since she joined the police force."
"What about… Morgana?"
Ren laughed. "I'm lucky he didn't make me go to bed two hours ago!"
Ann seized an opportunity to drive the conversation into the direction she knew they both wanted it to go. "Oh he does that, huh? Silly non-cat… He still has a crush on me, right?"
Ren paused briefly. "Well… I'd say so. He gets a little mad every time I give you a call."
Ann leaned her chin on her intertwined fingers. In her head it was about to go perfectly. "Yeah. I don't blame him, I am awesome. I always wonder if there's anybody out there that's crushing on me…"
Her bad acting skills came to light with that utterance. Ren's eyes got a bit bigger. "Uh…"
It dawned on her that she had not sounded convincing in the least. "Uh…"
The tension between them skyrocketed. The sounds of dining and chamber music still filled the air, but it might as well have gone radio silent in the room. One second at a time, each pair of eyes slowly met the other.
And as fate made it happen, they simultaneously broke the silence with: "I'm in love with you."
Light seemed to shine on them both as their faces broke out in slow, comprehending smiles. Ren started laughing. "Somehow I knew you'd say that!"
Ann joined in the laughter. "And I knew you would too! I really really do, why didn't you tell me?"
"Well, I didn't want to seem too desperate. I made up my reputation to all you guys as the cool-headed leader, I didn't want to, y'know, make a fool of myself."
Ann leaned over and took his hand in hers. "Even if you had, I wouldn't have thought any less of you."
Ren clasped her hand in his other. "Really? But even so, you just did it for me, and… I guess we're…"
Ann's smile kept getting bigger. "Dating?! Yes we are! I want to be your girlfriend! I want you to fill that space in my life no one else can! I love you, Ren!"
The raven-haired man's face exhibited a rare blush. "I love you too, Ann. And I want to be your boyfriend, since you asked so nicely!"
Ann was practically jumping up and down in her seat. "Then let's do it. Let's tell everybody!"
"Futaba's probably listening right now, so I don't think there's a need to tell her, hahaha. She was the one who convinced me to take you to dinner here and confess."
"She did?" Ann was a little shocked. "She told me to do the same thing, after I… told her about my feelings for you…"
Ren's eyebrows raised. "She, uh… did? That's exactly how it happened for me…"
A pause overshadowed the new couple's happy thoughts for a second, and they both came to the realization at the same time. "Was she… matchmaking?"
They started laughing again. "She knew we liked each other the whole time, and set us up on a date for her own shits and giggles? Oh my god, Futaba…"
Ann didn't even feel betrayed, in fact she wanted to thank her friend profusely. "Who the hell cares? It doesn't matter, we do like each other, and we're together now! Let's have a romance, Ren!"
They held hands again, more gently this time. "Let's do it. You have any ideas, …sweetie?"
Ann smiled at his pet name, and looked into his eyes as her pulse sped up. "I have a few, yeah."
She touched his shoulder and rose from her seat, but he pulled her back down. "We haven't had our food yet."
After a wonderful and expensive meal that Ann was very grateful Ren had paid for, they left the restaurant, hand in hand on the elevator trip down. They exchanged few words, only turning to look into one another's eyes with a loving smile. It wasn't until they stepped out into the brightly lit streets of the district that they began to make plans for the rest of the night.
Ann's breathing was a little faster as she mustered the fortitude to tell him of her intentions for the near future, also remembering Futaba's enigmatic statement that Ren had a few surprises up his sleeve. She made sure to play it safe, simply suggesting that they head over to her apartment and watch a movie. Ren agreed a little too quickly for that to have not been his plan as well.
Once boarding the subway, they were happy to see that no one else was on the train; Ann really didn't want any paparazzi hounding her about her new boyfriend before they'd even been together two hours. Ren preferred to stay out of the spotlight also, since too much publicity might bring his actions as a Phantom Thief to light again.
The ride was quiet as far as subways go, and as the lights of the tunnels flashed by, Ann rested her head on Ren's shoulder, and he leaned his head on hers. Their fingers intertwined, gently rubbing against each other, they sighed contentedly.
Anyone who could catch a glimpse of the young couple would certainly want a longer look, it wasn't every day that a pair of very attractive people wearing very chic and lavish clothes casually rode the same train as the average workers.
They exited at their station, and the city lights were less frequent, but it didn't matter. They never let go of each other's hand, walking in tandem as they felt their souls fusing into one. Ann wondered if the clacking of her heels was drawing Ren's attention to her feet, which he would– Oh my god! Her languorous thoughts of infatuation were sharply disrupted. He's going to worship my feet in only a few minutes!
Her breathing hastened, increasing in volume. Ren rubbed her shoulder and gently asked "What's wrong, baby? You nervous?"
Ann convoked her scrambling realizations to calm them down, only answering "…A little, yeah."
Ren pulled her close. "Don't worry. I'm not gonna do anything you don't want me to do."
This statement freed the butterflies in her stomach from their cocoons. I might get him to worship me the way I want, too? Holy shit… I can't wait. How am I gonna make it look natural? I can't just rip off my clothes and demand he start licking, I just can't do that…
An image of Carmen popped into her mind, and she realized she was worrying for nothing. In the Metaverse she was the dominatrix to end all others. Carmen was a manifestation of the most powerful a woman could be. She could command any man to do her exact bidding without them thinking twice. But still, Ren had the most iron will she'd ever seen. He might resist… and I don't want to be mean to him. I want us both to have the time of our lives. I could try to replicate my Sexy Technique…
They had reached the entrance to her apartment building, and something seemed to be holding them back.
"Well, here it is!" Ann giggled with a tinge of nervousness.
"I've been here before, you know." Ren stated matter-of-factly.
"Yeah, but Makoto was there too, and Ryuji, and I think Futaba…"
"You're excited that it's just the two of us, huh?"
Ann looked at him guiltily. "Yeah. I just… I'm finally with you after all these years and I don't really know how to process that."
Ren smiled. "Neither do I. So let's just go on in and hang out as a couple."
Ann hugged him. "Let's do that."
Upon entering her apartment, she was greeted by unsightly piles of clothes all over the floor and food trash on the table. Embarrassment struck her and she whirled around to push Ren away from the door.
"God, I'm so sorry, I would have cleaned up if I'd known you were actually coming!"
Ren didn't seem to care. "Nothing wrong with that. Besides, you saw my room when we had our Phantom Thief meetings. Morgana was mostly to blame, though."
"Are you sure? I really do keep it clean normally."
"It's perfectly fine. I kinda like it, makes me feel right at home."
The warmth of his smile and body as she held him transferred to her cheeks. How is this man so sweet?!
They both walked in and Ren laughed off the mess, instead complimenting the furniture and various curio items she had around the room. "It just feels cozy already."
Out of guilt, she threw the trash away, but neglected the clothes. I actually kinda hope he sees my panties in there… that'd be hot.
She flipped on the light over the tv area, casting a warm orange glow through the room. Fate did its job, and Ren kneeled down in the corner to admire a house plant. Ann knew the time was now to put her master plan into action.
She went over to her bedroom, her high heels clacking on the wood floor, but did not leave them on. She inserted them into their proper place among her large assortment of other shoes, took a deep breath, and went back to where Ren was, her feet bare.
There was a different noise accompanying her footsteps, a graceful sound resembling light sandpaper across the floor, followed by a small suction-cup-like release as her bare feet padded across the wood. Ren didn't turn around, but she knew he was just dying to.
Her elegant dress flowed behind her as she strode, as did her golden hair. Ren said, "You could add a cactus here, would look nice with the other leaves." His voice had the slightest shake to it, almost unnoticeable.
Ann picked it up though, and gingerly seated herself across the couch, her legs outstretched, crossing her left foot over her right as she did so. She attempted to sound nonchalant. "I've been wanting one actually, but they're a little expensive. So what movie do you want to watch?"
Ren finally turned his head. "An action movie I gue–" He stopped abruptly. Ann followed his gaze, and was pleased to see it was exactly where she wanted it to be. He was staring at her pale feet, presented in all their clean, pampered glory. She suppressed a slightly hot and bothered smile, and lightly wiggled her toes while looking up at the ceiling.
"I like those, you seen the new Phoenix Rangers reboot? It's not as bad as people say." She took this moment to return her eyes to his, and begin the festivities. "Oh… is something wrong?"
Ren tore his eyes away from the beautiful sight, swallowing. "N-no. I was just… lost in thought for a second."
Ann's breath caught in her throat. It was adorable how he was still keeping up his cool appearances, but the fact that his iron composure had broken with just one look from a small distance away was a bit shocking to her. She knew she was about to have a lot of fun.
"Oh yeah, yeah, that happens sometimes. It just looked like… you were looking at my feet."
Ren almost stammered. "I… I was, actually. They're… really… pretty."
A compliment already? Ann swooned a little. "Oh, thank you! I make sure to take really good care of them all the time." She leaned forward to run the palm of her hand along the top of her foot, and saw Ren stand up. A single bead of sweat seemed to be climbing down his brow.
"…That's nice."
"Yeah, it's a lot of fun too! Go ahead and… feel them. They're so sohhoft…" Her dormant arousal suddenly spiked as the adjective left her lips. This was the moment of truth, and it didn't matter if she was ready or not.
Ren said nothing, bringing his stare back to her crossed feet.
Ann tried desperately to quell her impassioned uptick, and blurted out the truth in the process. "Okay, I can't beat around the bush. Futaba told me you have a foot fetish."
Ren's eyebrows shot up, a look of betrayal appearing in his eyes. "She… she did?" He took off his glasses and wiped his forehead. "I… yeah, I do. God, I'm gonna kill her…"
Terrified that she'd said the wrong thing and killed the adventure before it began, Ann tried to remedy. "No no no no! It's fine! Really! I don't see anything wrong with it."
Ren started blushing as he reattached his eyewear. "…Really?"
Ann followed suit and quietly admitted, "Yes, because… I have… one… too."
The staredown that followed could sear a hole through any wall, its intensity unmatched. They looked in each other's eyes, then both slowly turned toward Ann's feet. Her fiery red toenails almost shone under the warm light. Ann's heated face showed no sign of resentment, only a subtle but insatiable hunger. "Ren," she whispered. "Do you want… my feet?"
Ren sucked in a sharp breath. His hands fidgeted, he had never appeared so out of control of his emotions before. "I love you so much, Ann. Yes. Yes, I do."
Ann raised her bare shoulders as a giddy smile gave her pretty face a very eager look. "I love you more."
She watched as he almost stumbled over to the other end of the couch, sat down and gently took her ankles in his hands. She wanted to know each and every thought running through his mind as he began to admire her feet…
Ren's breathing was shuddery. His whole body was shuddery. His gorgeous girlfriend had just admitted that she had a foot fetish like him, and was now offering her feet for him to marvel at. As he rested them on his leg, seeing them up close produced a wave of severe attraction that almost scared him. He was holding the most perfect pair of feet he had ever seen, so perfect that he could have been dead and in heaven. If anyone else had seen them, they'd absolutely be at a loss for words. But not him. He wanted to drink in every tiny detail of what he was looking at.
Her nails were painted a glorious crimson, reminding him strongly of her sexy Phantom Thief outfit. Her toes were arranged in a house-like shape, her second toe of equal height as her big toe, with the other three sloping downwards in size order. Her toe prints were whorls like anyone else's, but there was a magical quality among their shapes simply because they belonged to her. The stems of each toe left gaps between each other, a perfect spot for him to slide his fingers between.
Just below the scarlet sprouts of her toes were the plush, crease-free balls of her feet. Without touching, he knew the texture would be better than the most comfortable memory foam one could find. With the consistency of a fluffy marshmallow and the color of a lovely pink flower, they looked enticing and devourable. But they were overshadowed by what lay beneath them.
A parabolic curve as even as a rolling hill in the countryside spanned the length between the balls and heels, the trajectory of her arches formed a perfect semicircle. They featured a tempting gradient with the rest of her soles, light pink fading into the milky, pale surface. The creamy skin almost seemed to glow, like a beacon guiding his lips and tongue to where they should rest. All the way down lay little lines, discordant in nature, painted upon her arches as if a blind Yusuke tried his hand in abstract art. And to Ren, they absolutely were a work of art, every ridge a miniscule valley in the grand, white fields of tenderness.
Still, her heels drew his attention too, round and strong, yet still delicately smooth as everything above them. Not a speck of dirt dared to blemish the rosy blank canvas, leaving them as untouched as an angel baby swaddled in a cocoon of cloud candy.
He stared without ceasing. Her gorgeous soles beckoned him, called out to his subconscious that they wanted him to love them, run his tongue over every crevice, touch their sensitive lengths to stimulate their owner's nerves in the most captivating way. The roseate surfaces, pouring over the healthily pallid arches, were finer than any wine that could drape across them, forming a clear picture of the shapely footprints she would leave behind.
It was almost too much to handle. Ann Takamaki, his crush for years and years, was now his girlfriend, and she was presenting her lush soles to him, awaiting his undivided attention. He tore his eyes away from her feet, nearly feeling like they bled, and looked into the face of the woman he loved. His blood heated up even more.
She was looking at him more seductively than any evil succubus could hope to. Her crystalline blue eyes bored right through him, penetrating his soul and resonating with every lascivious emotion a human body could produce. One of her plush lips retreated under the other, her white teeth pressing it down to keep it from escaping. Her face was flushed from love and arousal, in a manner that resembled her Panther mask reappearing over her cheeks. She was still the most beautiful girl he'd ever had the privilege of laying eyes on, and now she wanted him. She wanted him.
He could taste the heat resonating from his face, and his resolve solidified. He knew what he had to do, and he was more than ready to do it. He was going to make them both very happy.
Ann's face blazed, but she still oozed all the sexiness she could cultivate. Her veins ached from the speed of the blood traveling through them, but she wanted the savory pruriency of this moment to excite her greatly. Time was moving in slow motion and she wanted it to stop altogether – her hot boyfriend absolutely smitten with her and her gorgeous feet was a living fantasy that had visited her time and time again. And now, it was real. He was about to experience for the first time the delicious expanses she knew every square millimeter of, and please her with worshipping methods she knew nothing about. She bit harder on her lip, so turned on that she had to fight herself from pleading him to make her cum hard. She didn't know how long she would be able to last, despite her rigorous self-training in edging herself.
She almost wanted to bypass the impending foot worship and go straight to having him inside her, but her personal common sense told her not to. She slowly raised a hand to her neck and rubbed it down to her breast, letting out an audible, concupiscent breath. She saw Ren sweating much harder, and felt herself replicating his condition. "They're… all yours… Ren."
Without a word, he slid his hands under her feet, resting her achilles in his palms. He looked back into her eyes, flicking his gaze away quickly back to her feet. Now mere inches from his face, her soles sensed his hot breath breezing onto them, as if to condition them before the gala commenced. And she was more than ready.
Time moved in slow motion; Ann's chest expanded rapidly as she practically hyperventilated waiting for the touch. His mouth was a hair's breadth from her extremities, she was going out of her mind in agog anticipation. If Ren was purposely creating the meaty tension, he was excelling. But the payoff came.
A single finger touched the top of her right foot, under her second toe. Gently, lightly, it drifted calmly down the length of her sole, over her ball and arch, and moving in circles around her heel. She lifted her shoulders a bit and snickered, causing Ren to look up and inquire, "Ticklish?"
Ann kept blushing and smiling, admitting, "…Yeah." She wanted more tickles, she wanted his fingers to attack her soles like they were unsuspecting shadows in Mementos. But Ren seemed to have other ideas, only responding, "…Good to know."
With the Phantom Thieves, Ann was a commanding dominatrix. In her modeling gigs, she was a powerful, strong woman. But now, in the privacy of her home with the man she loved at her feet, she was a randy, meek partner who wanted to be ravaged. And she loved it. She wanted everything done to her feet that she'd enacted on them, and he was certainly going to do it. But she didn't know how or when, and the mystery delighted her to no end.
Ren moved in for the kill. Slowly and surely, he touched his lips to the ball of her foot, gently pressing them squarely into the plush skin. A little crease here and there formed as he kissed, the smoothness very apparent as his lips sank in just a bit. He also gave a quick sniff as he released his kiss, saying "Mmm…" Ann knew the scent of strawberries and vanilla was what he smelled, as she had vigorously applied lotions to her soles before leaving earlier. She kept blushing, whispering "I'm glad you like them…"
He moved up and touched his bottom teeth on the underside of her big toe, enclosing the rest of it in his mouth. He used his tongue a little, but mostly sucked as if ten red lollipops were there for him to enjoy. He let it go, then ran the very tip of his tongue up her toe before moving to the next one. He did this four times, but as Ann was expecting her pinky toe to receive the treatment, a tingle shot through her body from an unexpected sensation. He was kissing her instep, the bridge of pink skin adjacent to her arch, up and down but not too fast. He savored the feeling, going back up to return to the soft ball and melt in its warmth and texture again. He rubbed the shallow skin on the tops of her feet as he did so, touching the wiry veins that slightly jutted out.
Her toes leaned forward as she slightly curled them, touching his nose and casting a few stray wrinkles along her arch. He shifted his lips over to kiss them too, all around the creamy surface. Her soft arches were silky as a sheet stretched taut, with plenty of give so they could wrinkle without her even scrunching them. They took the the ridges and lines of the white skin and protruded them lusciously, appearing and disappearing with every slight movement.
Ren peppered her pretty arches in small kisses, switching between her right and left foot, as well as using a little tongue on her heels. Ann's perpetual smile was wobbly from her attraction, but she did make notice that he was not licking her arches. That's my favorite part… is it his favorite part too? Is he saving it for last? Ohhhhhhhhhh…
A moan almost left her mouth as he pressed his tongue against the ball of her left foot, sliding it up before putting it in the same position to repeat it. Ann touched her erect nipples, certainly holding back the desire to scream his name in ecstasy before he'd even done the really good stuff. She couldn't see his pants too well, but she knew there was something hard in there.
Ren definitely knew there was. He moved his tongue up to her pretty toes, licking each one, going across all ten before placing both of her big toes in his mouth and scooping his muscle all around them. Ann rubbed her belly, not knowing how to stop her self-stimulation. Her hands wouldn't stay still, but she was too aroused to care at the moment.
He continued sucking her toes, but added a new element to the repertoire. As her heels rested in the palm of his hand, a finger on his other hand made a movement that she loved. A slow stroke drifted down her arch to her heel, then back up to right under her toes. Then he dragged all four fingers down the length of her sole, moving from his fingertips to the back of his hand as he touched. Ann could do nothing but let out small giggles and gentle, vocal inhalations. "Mmmhehehe, tickles…" Ren somehow smiled with her left toes in his mouth, then drew a circle across her arches, making contact with the wrinkles as they appeared.
Her sensitive soles blushed as much as her face, her pretty lips parted as she laughed mirthfully from the tickles. Ren kissed her wrinkles again, then touched the very tip of his tongue to the center of her right arch. Ann felt her heart skip a beat. She was uncomfortably close to orgasming already, and the touches on her soft soles were only building it up even more. She had to do something to recollect her mental state before she ended up like… her shadow self in Kamoshida's palace? Her eyes widened. Ren prepared another, longer lick against her arch. She wanted to melt in the love he was giving to her feet, but she had to take control of the experience. She couldn't bear to become the very thing she had sought to destroy.
With force enough to lift the sun, she tore her feet from Ren's mouth, and his eyes met hers with a disappointed demeanor. "Ann… was I–"
Ann's voice was almost a whisper, albeit a shaky one. "It's not you… I love it… and I love you. I'm just… going to go slip into something more comfortable."
Ren nodded. "And I'm gonna… go use the bathroom."
Ann chuckled. "It's over there on the right. Meet back here in five?"
"Two."
"Alright, you're on."
"Nice."
Ann ensured to take slow steps back to her bedroom, making the entirety of her soles fully visible to him with every step. Ren glanced between them and her luscious hair, and the toned skin visible under her backless dress. He was blushing harder than he ever knew he could. His girlfriend, his Ann, had just let him worship her perfect feet. And from what she said, it sounded to him like she wanted more.
Ann didn't want him to stop, but she had to stop herself. She wanted to be submissive, but not in the Shadow Ann way. She wanted Ren to do everything she told him to do, but without becoming the dom. There was no easy way to quickly figure out how to do this, so she decided to just roll with it.
She gingerly slipped off her luxurious dress, revealing her slender, toned body clad in nothing but black panties. She touched her breasts, giggling to herself. Imagine his face if I just walked back in topless… no. No, no, that comes later. I want him to worship my feet more… god he's so good at it. She dug a bit deep into her closet and pulled out a lacy lingerie set. She knew he'd like it, it was very revealing and very sexy without being slutty. It showed that the one wearing it had chosen it specifically for a good time with the one she loved.
A smile affixed to her face, she admired herself in the mirror with a piety she hadn't felt before. Her heart was thumping behind the holding cell of her ribcage, knocking on her sternum asking to be let out and given to Ren for him to cherish. Sort of in a daze, she found herself walking back to the couch, drinking in the sultry sound of her bare soles padding across the floor. She heaved out a stubborn breath, and seated herself once again, this time with the backs of her knees across the back of the couch, her pretty feet on full display for Ren when he returned.
Her long hair draping down to the floor, Ann kept smiling to herself, watching the movements of her feet as she controlled them. Her soles were still tingly from the tickles and kisses, and she wanted that sensation to multiply a hundredfold. She wiggled her long shapely toes, loving the way they complimented the delicate way her feet were formed. Long enough to create a lovely outline, but not too long as to resemble fingers. She had feet made to be envied by any woman lucky enough to see them. Including herself.
She felt her face growing hot again, raising her right leg up to bring her foot close to her face. It still had the gentle scent of vanilla and strawberries, mixed with a stronger essence of a potent mint, obviously from the breath freshener Ren had applied before sliding his tongue up her soles… which she began to do too.
Her tongue met her heel and began its journey all the way up, feeling every little wrinkle that formed, each one pushing up against another before disappearing after her tongue left. She pressed it against her arch, then the ball of her foot, planting it firmly on each to ensure she got the maximum taste. She swallowed hard, feeling the lush flavor of her velvety soles coat her tongue and dive down her esophagus. The texture invoked a number of lusty thoughts she wanted to act out, and the colors fading one into the other beckoned her mouth to cover them more. She kissed and kissed her sole, opening her eyes to look at the beautiful sight again, when something else caught her eye. Ren.
He was just standing, dumbfounded, eyes firmly affixed to the sensuous sight he had not been expecting to see. Ann in lingerie laying back on the couch, one sole pointed toward him, the other in her mouth? It was almost too much to handle.
Every one of Ann's muscle fibers tightened at his sudden appearance, but she didn't say a word. Instead, probably with the help of divine intervention, she protruded her tongue again and placed it on her sole. Her eyes stared at Ren's, behind them the intention to nonverbally tell him "come here, you know you want me." Ren stumbled forward, fully stupefied at the display before him. He was blushing harder than Ann for the first time, completely out of his mind with attraction. Neither he nor Ann broke the adamantine eye contact gravitating them toward one another. Ann kept on licking up and down her arch and heel, loudly swallowing to ensure he knew she loved the taste.
Ren slowly got down on his knees on the floor next to the accumbent figure of Ann. Without a word, he leaned in and slipped her toes into his mouth. Ann's entire oxygen supply abandoned her lungs and she let out an aroused giggle, smiling with her tongue sliding up her sole. Ren wrapped his lips around her two biggest toes, the tip of his tongue polishing the scarlet nails inside his mouth, teasing the stems. Ann planted kisses on her arch, and Ren replicated by smooching each pad of her toes.
Ann's feet weren't small, but they weren't huge. She'd heard someone say in US size they'd be an 8.5, which was arguably a perfect size for worship. There was a lot of surface area to tickle and tease, which may have been a factor into why she did it so much. This size came into play when they both realized their faces were mere inches apart. Their respective tongues were licking and sucking on every part of her foot they could reach, until they made a little detour.
Ren's tongue sped over the tips of her toes, and Ann's drove over the plush ball to meet it. They realized their eyes had ceased the staredown from before, and were now gently closed, letting only their sense of taste guide the way. When the flavor and smoothness of Ann's sole gave way to the meeting of two tongues, the world disappeared.
Ann let go of her ankle and wrapped both of her arms around her lover, as their lips locked and began a dance of strong infatuation. Ann felt Ren give his all into their kiss, melting into her as she received him by way of evanescence. Their souls unleashed the unspoken passion that had built up for years before, traversing between their mouths every second. Ren's lips brought Ann's into them, gently enclosing her bottom lip between his. Ann brushed the tip of her tongue against his, and he replied with a longer touch that traveled across her teeth. It was the most passionate, ardent, loving oral embrace any two people could ever share, one that vividly lived on in their memories for the rest of their lives.
For fifty-one uninterrupted seconds, their kiss enveloped them into a place where each of their worlds was supplanted with one another. Everything else that had ever happened, everyone else they'd ever interacted with, all of it disappeared as their mouths nestled on each other, before finally letting go in a euphoric, almost disheveled state.
Their eyes opened and met, their vision blurred from the emotional high. One second after another passed, before they started to smile and laugh, realizing their love was real and very eternal. Simultaneously, they breathlessly proclaimed, "I love you."
Ren rested his forehead on the bridge of Ann's nose, a perfect fit, his bangs hanging down and flitting across Ann's long eyelashes. She kissed his cheek, feeling water droplets on her eyes. Assuming they were tears of joy she couldn't hold in, she let out a little sob. But to her utter surprise, Ren did the same. They were indeed tears of joy, but they weren't only from her.
For the first time ever, Ren lost control of his perpetually cool demeanor. His composure shattered and he hugged Ann tight, quietly crying and repeatedly telling her he loved her. She never knew she had the power to make Ren of all people do this, and it gave her an even brighter outlook on life. He was baring the most sensitive side he had to her, indicative that their bond was special, and no one else in the world would ever come close to budging it. Ann let herself go too, overjoyed to fall deeper in love, and they both cried into each other's shoulders until time itself disappeared.
From what seemed like a deep slumber, Ann gradually came to her senses. Taking in the familiar surroundings, her rational memory began to return to her brain. Ren was there, his head against hers and his arms clasped around her body. She was reciprocating the gesture. For another moment, she remained aware and simply laid there with the man she loved, drinking in the palpable emotions that bathed them both. She listened to his breathing, not quite heavy but with effort behind it. She touched her hand to the back of his head, lightly tousling his jet-black hair, and made a languorous stab at breaking the romantic silence.
"…Ren?"
A few seconds passed before his deep voice arrived in her ears. "…Yes, Ann?"
"You're… amazing."
"Thank you." Something resembling a chuckle followed.
"I really, really love you."
"I love you more."
Inaugurally since time had slipped from their grasp, they made an effort to resume their normal schedule of moving. Ann could hear a few joints popping as they sat up from their prone position, although she couldn't tell if they were hers or his. Their faces were still locked on one another, their cheeks making direct contact, before slowly dislodging so they could gaze into each other's eyes once more.
"Ren…"
"Yeah?"
Her voice was a heated whisper, almost inaudible. "…I want you to worship my feet."
Ren smiled. "And I want to worship your feet."
Without a word, she smiled back and slowly stood up. Ren's arms slowly flopped off her back as she rose to her feet. Her toned, partially nude body seemed to shine in the soft light, her shoulders and breasts and long legs all beckoning for him to touch them. But nothing screamed in his favor more than her beautiful bare feet.
Ann extended a slender hand, rhythmically curling her finger inwards toward Ren, a clear indication for his services. He got up with some effort and blindly followed the trail she blazed to her bed. She gave him a half-lidded look, her electric blue eyes certainly jolting him, and ran the tip of her tongue around the circumference of her plush lips. Staring intently at him, she gingerly positioned herself prone on the bed, raising her bare arms and placing her hands underneath her head, her elbows at an acute angle in a way so unmistakably feminine. And slowly but surely, she extended her legs so her soles were on full display, crossing them so their curves stole the show.
"Ren…" Her voice, in the heat of the moment, couldn't have been more seductive if she had put effort into it.
Ren didn't speak. He couldn't. He only wanted to pleasure his girlfriend in the way they both wanted badly. He found himself kneeling down at the foot of the bed, where her smooth soles rested awaiting his promiscuous touch.
With Ann's next words the green light flashed, signaling for the games to begin. "Make my heart race."