Yuri's purple eyes darted back and forth as she read the final page with bated breath. No matter how many times she reread it in her mind, the character's plight still resonated in her heart. The journey with the protagonist was so intimate, she caught herself reading the book in the character's voice.
"The Portrait of Markov never fails to amaze me."
The quiet, purple-haired girl sat in the Literature Club by herself deciding to read one of her favorite books to pass the time. After all, the premise of the novel was enticing; what would appear to be a story about a girl going to live with their long-lost sister soon diverges into a horror story about a religious camp being exposed as a human experiment prison that dabbled in selective breeding. A dark synopsis for sure, but it oddly complimented Yuri's character.
Hearing the door slowly creak open stirred Yuri out of her thoughts. Despite being somewhat disappointed that her alone time was over, Yuri accepted it and turned to place her prized possession in her bag. "Oh, it's just you."
Yuri's eyes shifted in the direction of the door. Of course, it had to be her. The bratty, irritable Natsuki. The pink-haired girl shot a scowl at her assuring her that the feelings were mutual. "Monika and Sayori aren't here yet?"
"The two were in a meeting," Yuri flatly replied, "it is just you and me for the time being."
Natsuki muttered. "Fine by me."
Natsuki took a chair from one of the desks and headed for the closet. "Why do you guys always have to put my manga books on the top shelf?"
"Well, from my recollection, you said that your father disliked those books?"
"So... a non-answer I take it?" When Yuri did not respond back, Natsuki shrugged her shoulders.
With her fellow clubmate rummaging around in the closet, Yuri turned her attention back to her book bag and unzipped it pulling her poem for the day from its container. She did not want to admit it, but she was rather curious about what Natsuki had written for the day. While she and her friend would have their spats, Yuri did appreciate Natsuki's poems. Sure, they were simplistic and cutesy, but they reflected her personality quite well. If it wasn't for her social awkwardness suffocating her every time she tried to socialize with others, she would have been more honest with her, and their entire feud would be nonexistent.
Clop. Clop. Clop.
Yuri shook herself back into reality when she heard something clicking on the floor. "What?"
As is often the case, the purple-haired girl started searching for the source of the sound. She knew she was not just hearing things. The consistent rhythm of the clicking sounded so close, and yet still so far away. "Natsuki, do you hear that -"
The answer was clear the moment she really paid attention to Natsuki. Rather than her regular shoes with the white body and blue toecap, Natsuki instead wore pink flip flops which accentuated the color of her toenail polish. At the toe post, there were identical ladybugs crafted on them. Yuri blinked a few times, almost with the assumption she was having a daydream. Why was it that Natsuki's polish looked... tantalizing? Yuri's heart ached against her chest.
"Natsuki, what happened to your school shoes?"
Natsuki turned around bemused. "My shoes got dirty. This was the only pair I had on me."
Yuri nodded. She looked down at her poem, reading it over in silence hoping that it was acceptable. And yet, no matter how she tried to wrestle her brain into focusing on the task at hand, her purple eyes kept sliding back to her clubmate. While Natsuki started to climb on the seat of the chair, she did not anticipate the manga books being pushed slightly further back. "Really funny, guys."
Natsuki stretched her arms as far as she could. As she leaned in, her feet shifted in her flip flops, her toes getting driven slightly past their post. Yuri was witness to the sight of her Natsuki's soles lifting into the air as Natsuki ground the balls of her feet into the insole of her flip flops. To her further astonishment, Yuri realized how moist the inner sole was. Upon further inspection, Yuri could see beads of sweat rolling down her soles and squishing between her toes. She felt her tongue salivating, but she was unsure why.
A pink blush washed over Yuri's face, her heartbeat escalating. Natsuki was a cute girl, but there was something about those plushy soles of hers that ate away at Yuri's sanity. From what she could tell, Natsuki kept her foot hygiene presentable. The way the texture of the shoes sank into the silky fluff thrilled the tall girl. Yuri bit her lower lip to maintain a form of normalcy, but a deep longer began to manifest from deep within her. Hell, if she had to be honest with herself, she would be jealous of those flip flops. Being on the ground with Natsuki's greasy, bare feet hovering over her body swinging back and forth like the swing of a pendulum. Sweat dripping all over. The warm presence of drool ended the fantasy for the purple-haired girl. Seeing a trickle of drool on her mouth, Yuri took the back of her hand and wiped her mouth.
Clop clop clop.
Natsuki returned to her desk with her Parfait Girls manga books. "Well, I got them, no thanks to you, Yuri."
The pink-haired girl readied herself for another verbal argument, but instead, Yuri tensed up, her eyes glued on her flip flops. "Hm. You're oddly quiet, Yuri."
Without putting much thought into it, Natsuki propped her feet on the desk beside Yuri unwittingly giving her quite the spread. A strong, musky scent drifted from her feet and wafted into Yuri's nostrils. Any sensible person would have recoiled at the pungent smell, but... Yuri took a deep whiff of it. It was an overtaking aroma; Yuri did not care if she was demonstrating degenerative behavior. The rancid foot odor reminded the quiet girl of aged cheese.
Natsuki opened her manga and started reading. After skimming a few pages, the petite girl began to feel an intense glare stabbing into her like razor-sharp knives. Initially, she tried to ignore the sensation and press onward, but the glare was too palpable. "What? You have a problem with me reading Parfait Girls that much, Yuri?"
Yuri's face turned a deeper tomato-red, but this time it was because of embarrassment over the misunderstanding. Without saying anything, Yuri willed herself to read her poem. Natsuki shrugged and continued reading. When she read her way up to five pages of the manga, Natsuki crossed her left foot over her right foot. The shrinking violet stared at the sole of her left foot seeing traces of dirt and twigs. She didn't realize that she rolled her tongue out of her mouth.
"You're really starting to weird me out, Yuri."
The glistening beads of sweat on Natsuki's toenails made them sparkle like diamonds. The pink-haired girl would scrunch her toes any time she became invested in the manga, each subtle gesture driving her "rival" further on edge. It didn't help that they were so close for comfort. If Yuri was more abrasively confident, she would have grabbed Natsuki's feet and stamped them all over her face. She stared at her toes one last time. Plump like little sausages fashioned into octopi.
"May I ask why your..."
Natsuki paused on a page. "Your?"
Yuri froze. If she continued down the path of asking Natsuki perverted questions, she would become a bonafide degenerate. But... she had to know; her mind would never know peace if she did not pursue her inquiry. She sucked in her breath and exhaled. "Why are your feet so... sweaty?"
Natsuki didn't immediately respond due to some difficulty digesting the question. "That is a really strange question, Yuri, almost as if you had a thing for -"
She stumbled on her words upon seeing Yuri shielding her face with her hands, her reddened blush leaking between her fingers. Natsuki sat there shocked, but an idea soon reared its head. Natsuki curved the end of the manga's page to keep track of her reading and closed it. "No wonder you couldn't keep your eyes off me, Yuri."
"N-Natsuki, you got it all wrong!"
Yuri waved her hands in front of her face in her desperate bid to wring in the discussion. However, Natsuki was not taking the bait. "Did my smelly, sweaty feet get you all hot and bothered?"
The purple-haired girl did not dare to answer even though she was already exposed. Natsuki snickered at her rival's denial. "If you want to know, I was on my feet a lot all day."
To ensure that Yuri was watching, Natsuki slipped her right flip flop off and fanned it. "You like that smell, don't you, pervert?"
A low moan rolled out of Yuri's lips. The pungent fumes crawled into her eyes, burning them. "When I was running late for school, I had to run all the way here. All that sweat made my cute little flip flop squishy."
Yuri gulped as she listened. Her heart squeezed against her ribs. "And then during P.E. I had to do a couple laps. Finally, the teacher had me do some cleaning around the classroom with my other classmates. My poor feet are sore from all that work too..."
Natsuki placed her flip flop in Yuri's hand. Looking it over, Yuri saw that Natsuki wasn't kidding. Her flip flop was absolutely drenched in sweat with the imprint of her sole on the shoe. Much like a fresh cupcake getting taken out of the oven, the imprint was still fresh. Natsuki smirked at her clubmate clearly having too much fun with her. "Why don't you sample the fruits of my labor?"
Yuri fidgeted at first not wanting to throw her dignity away. But the smell was too strong. Relenting, Yuri lustfully licked the sweaty imprint, her tongue collecting hints of salt on the inner sole. She wrapped her organ around her straps and the toe post. Yuri had to reel herself back between licking and sniffing to reclaim her breath before diving back in. Natsuki covered her mouth with her hand in an attempt to keep her mocking laughter at bay. "You're good at this, Yuri."
She flipped the flip flop over and trailed its way down the sole. Her tongue acted like a magnet collecting specks of dirt and twigs as her tongue scrubbed Natsuki's flip flop clean. Natsuki seductively removed her other flip flop and pitched it to her. "You do the same thing with this one."
Yuri's eyes widened before she greedily started sucking and licking the flip flop in a scene reminiscent of a pack of dogs fighting over a lump of meat. The stifling fumes were just as strong as the other shoe. Was this what it was like to have a high? Except in this scenario, Natsuki's feet were her drug addiction. Her teeth lightly grazed the straps the more she allowed her lust to possess her.
Natsuki leaned back further in her chair, waving her feet and flexing her soles. "Ah. There is nothing better than just airing your feet out, wouldn't you say so, Yuri?"
Yuri got up from her seat and kneeled before Natsuki's feet. The steam and cheesy scent slammed into Yuri's face as the young woman marveled at her stompers. As expected, the copious amounts of sweat soaked into Natsuki's skin leaving a treasure trove of wrinkles all over her feet. The cheesy smell, combined with the musk, created an intoxicating symphony of odors that caused Yuri's mouth to water. Each individual wrinkle, coated with sheets of sweat, was as ripe as fruit.
"If you love them so much, give them some affection," Natsuki said.
Yuri gently pushed her face into Natsuki's soft soles resulting in Natsuki's face turning pink from the unexpected caressing. The tips of the purple-headed girl's nose hairs singed from the retching smell, but it did not deter her from rubbing her nose up and down the pink-haired girl's feet. As she took a huge whiff from her right foot, Natsuki clenched her toes around Yuri's nose, pinning it between her big and index toes. The quiet girl bucked at the sudden gesture while a smug grin spread across Natsuki's face.
"For some reason, your breath is cooling my feet down, Yuri." Natsuki rubbed her greasy, sweltering soles on Yuri's face, smearing sweat on the orifices of her face. "I am doing this just in case you needed a reminder of who you belong to."
Yuri moaned as she gave some small pecks on Natsuki's feet. Grabbing her legs, Yuri's slick tongue glided on the balls of her feet along with her lustful kisses. Despite her tongue beginning to ache, Yuri lathered her ankles and heels with wads of drool which pooled to the ground in puddles. While the aged cheese aroma was still fresh on Yuri's tongue, she could smell small traces of a strawberry perfume Natsuki spritzed on herself. Natsuki flickered her toes in Yuri's face, reminding her that she still needed her toes pampered. Obedient, Yuri gently wrapped her lips around the toes of her left foot and sucked on them.
"Mmm... you sure you never did this before, Yuri? You're good at this."
Natsuki picked up her right foot and clutched some of her long purple hair. With her grip, she forced Yuri into taking in more of her left stomper amused by how obedient she was being. For someone who seemingly made herself superior in every way to Natsuki, it did warm the smaller girl's heart to be demeaning Yuri in such a humiliating manner. Natsuki bit her lower lip not wanting her lust to get the best of her. "Make sure to get my tops as well."
Yuri pulled herself back, strings of saliva connecting her lips with Natsuki's toes. Her cheeks pink from a mixture of humiliation and stimulation, Yuri rolled her tongue on the tops of her feet, holding them in place so she could devote her time pampering them. Up and down. From the top of her toes and dipping her tongue between them, Yuri had completely forfeited her attempts at being civil having completely succumbed to the stench.
"Since you gave me so much service, how about I do you something in return?"
She ordered Yuri to lay flat on the floor. Not understanding what her pink-haired friend was planning aside, Yuri did as she was ordered. What happened next was like a dream: Natsuki towering over her with her foot hovering over her face. Despite being shorter, Natsuki was notably heavy as she stood on Yuri's slim tummy, using her right foot to pin her large chest down. "Heh. My own personal foot stool."
Yuri wheezed at the building pressure in her chest. Her lungs desperately tried to exhale but were stifled. While trying to breathe, Natsuki smashed her foot on Yuri's face holding it for a while until Yuri thrashed around. "Wow, Yuri, I knew your self-esteem was low, but this is honestly kind of pathetic."
The purple-haired girl could only respond by lapping at the sweat and spit on Natsuki's foot. The manga lover's toes clamped around Yuri's face like a mousetrap.
"I hope you're having as much fun as I am, Yuri. Because now you belong only to me."
