213 – Exchange Meeting (6)
I thought he would naturally refuse, but his smile was somehow provocative. I thought I should give it a try, so I looked straight ahead.
“What if I take it off?”
“I’ll massage it for you.”
“I don’t like it?”
I quickly approached Rita. My shadow shaded her face. I always wear shoes, but they are a little bigger than a kite. She is around 160cm, so she is a little shorter than Tyria.
“Then should I take it off?”
It was a bluff that could be used because there was a sacral protector.
“Hmm…… Well.”
The eyes are shaking, but the voice is not shaking at all. Since he was pretending to be good at a crappy topic, I wanted to put even more pressure on him so he wouldn’t do it again. I got down on one knee in front of Rita. Then she brings her knees together and sticks out her stomach. I guess it was like a defensive stance on her part.
“Those are black stockings that don’t suit you.”
“It’s my heart.”
“Hey, it’s not too late, so surrender now?”
“What do you say?”
“I can see that you’re embarrassed?”
“Ha…… Do not be ridiculous!”
I extend my right foot in front of me. Her toes were fully exposed beneath the thin cotton threads of her stockings. There is no other woman other than Kite who has offered me her foot. She looked chubby, but Rita was all slim.
“Are you really touching me?”
“You said you would massage it, but how long are you going to keep talking?”
─ You make her knees shake.
“Don’t say anything to me later?”
“I won’t do it!”
“Okay. “Take off your stockings and turn your head.”
“No.”
I want to take it off. I don’t know much about women’s clothes. Stockings in our north are not leggings but tights. He rubs her knee, asking if she’s crazy that he has to put his hand up her skirt because it’s not like taking it off one by one.
“This is the southern way…” … !”
“Even your voice is shaking?”
“Your voice must be shaking.”
At this point, I didn’t want to lose even if I came. I grabbed Rita’s toes with my left hand. Pressing her thumb and toes with her fingernails, he presses her legs together so that her thighs are almost touching. I slowly pulled down her stockings starting from the tip. From the small crevice beneath the soles of her feet, as I pulled into her slit, I could smell an odor that was hard to describe.
“You too have a taste.”
“Nothing.”
“I thought it smelled like cosmetics, but it wasn’t.”
It smells just like that. As I continued to tug without her saying anything, Rita looked down at me with her eyebrows furrowed. Her ears are red. My face is a little red too. I didn’t want it to become a battle of pride and say I couldn’t do it here. It seemed like they would make fun of him and say he was a master, and it seemed like he would be fussy and not know good from now on.
“Hey, it’s not coming down anymore.”
“Your strength is weak.”
“Spread your legs.”
“What?”
“I can’t take it off because it gets caught on my thighs and knees.”
Even though the stockings were made of cotton, the tension was great. Judging by the fact that it does not have a garter belt, it appears to be fastened with buttons. When I urge him to, he slightly lifts his right thigh over his left thigh. He told me to take it off with force, so I pulled it hard.
“Kyaaa—!?”
“I got caught in my knee.”
“It’s your fault…” … “What are you going to do with me?”
“Hey, stop being scared and bragging.”
Pick it up with your hands starting from the knee area, roll it up, and stop it below the ankle. It is a provocation to open your eyes sharply and say that you should surrender at this point and not lose strength through this kind of power struggle. He called me a coward and told me not to regret it.
“Now, I’ll take off the rest.”
With my left foot, I gently push away the bundle of black stockings hanging on my right foot. Even in this situation, she keeps her buttocks close to each other and does not let her thighs drop so that the gap between his skirts is not visible. There was a sound of his thighs and calves rubbing together. Rita’s legs seemed to be on the soft side, judging by the way her flesh curled up.
“Are you really going to do this until the end?”
She was openly embarrassed, but when she looked at her crotch, her face turned red and she was bragging.
“Now, massage it.”
“Bring a towel.”
“Why?”
“It’s dirty.”
“You can just wear stockings, right?”
“Hey…… It’s okay. “I’ll do it for you, so don’t make a sound.”
When it came to massages, she often gave them to Kite. She often gets tight in her shoulders or back, so I let her loose, but this is my first time touching her feet and calves. I supported her heel with my right hand and nudged her toes with my left hand.
“Ugh…… !”
“Don’t moan.”
─I feel strange.
“It’s not a moan, is it?”
“Anyway.”
“Do you know that I purr like a kite?”
“You’re cheating again.”
Her shoulders and neck arch as she releases her heels with her fingers, brushing the ridges of her front soles. Seeing that a plate of her stomach was sticking out inside her meant that she had been straining her abdomen. Her thighs were closer together, making Rita’s body feel much smaller.
“Ugh…… Yes.”
“If it hurts, tell me.”
“It hurts…… Creeping…… “No problem?”
I loosened the arch of her foot a little. Really, the muscles in her feet were very tense, probably because she had been walking so hard. It felt the same as when I massaged Kite’s belly button, so when I released it, Rita’s eyes were completely relaxed.
“Are you going to do calf work?”
“Do it.”
“Spread your legs.”
“It’s a ploy to make me look dirty by constantly saying dirty things!”
“No, it’s just stuck to me. How do I massage it?”
If I don’t want to, I’ll force it open. I gently uncrossed my legs—very slowly. As she slightly lifted her knees, one of her flowing skirts sank down between her crotches. The smell of cosmetics became stronger. She raised her head and her eyes met Rita’s. Now I was feeling strange too, so we looked at each other.
“It’s not too late.”
“Where is the person who said he would do calf work?”
“You might get sick here.”
I took out a handkerchief from my pocket.
“I’m biting this.”
“I don’t like it.”
“Then, don’t be mean and hold on.”
“Funny, am I Kite?”
“Anyway, let’s get started.”
I tore it by pressing right above the Achilles tendon.
“Kkii…… Hee?”
“Be quiet.”
“Not one…… It doesn’t hurt…… “There?”
“It must feel good.”
“I wasn’t excited…… “Is it just because it’s a little hot?”
I slowly grabbed the back of my calf and shook it. The muscles above my ankles also tightened, so as I slowly moved up toward my knees, I tensed my stomach and tilted my neck up, probably because I was nervous. Her white and thin neck was fully exposed. The deep clavicle line was revealed, so I looked at it blankly before coming to my senses.
“It hurts a little here.”
“Can you bear it?”
I relaxed the muscles that supported my knees and pushed my hands up to my crooks.
“Hey…… “It’s deep, right?”
“If you don’t knead it, I’ll stop.”
“Do…… “Who knows how to be scared?”
“Hey!”
“Well, I didn’t put my hand up my skirt and touch my thigh…… “Isn’t that right?”
Then he blinks and asks.
“Why are you angry?”
“No, it started as a joke, but it never ended.”
“Do you want to hit me?”
As she frowned, goosebumps appeared on the back of Rita’s hand. I felt a little sorry about this. She had no intention of causing fear.
“I don’t hit women.”
“You look like you’re going to punch me at any moment?”
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“I’m massaging your legs. What kind of punch are you talking about?”
It hurts, so I told him to hold on just a little longer.
“Let’s just do this and stop.”
“Whose will it be?”
“Hey, let’s do it in moderation.”
“I didn’t even get the other side.”
She continued not to surrender, so I pinched her inner thighs and her crotch widened.
“You seem surprised?”
“Not her thighs…” … “She never asked to rub there!”
“I said let’s stop.”
“It feels cool and good, but why me?”
“You’re sweating.”
Her soles were sweaty, and her stockings were also wet. She said something like that didn’t come out of her body, so he threw a stocking at her face. When I asked if it wasn’t still wet, he glared at me with an angry expression. She tells me not to treat her poorly.
“Hey, won’t you let me treat you carelessly?”
When she got angry again, she lowered her head, raised her eyes and glared at me. The look in his eyes was like that of a cat that was being mistreated. I couldn’t tell whether it was anger or joy, so I kept feeling uneasy. I kept reaching for the slit with the stockings over her face.
“Are you touching my face?”
“Stockings.”
I pulled and retracted it.
“The right foot is finished.”
“Now it’s the left foot’s turn?”
“It’s gross.”
“Are you afraid?”
“Take it off.”
“Take it off.”
“You take it off.”
“You take it off.”
“No, really.”
“The condition is that you do even that.”
“Spread your knees and spread your legs.”
“Why do you keep saying dirty things?”
“I’m going to pull it all at once, so if you don’t want to take it, you can stop?”
“Come on!”
Put your left foot outward. It was so close that he couldn’t see his underwear, so he turned his head and pulled down his stockings in one go. Bare, moderately elastic legs were fully exposed. After taking off both of them, I realized once again that Rita’s body was pretty. Looking at her helplessly, she asked what she was doing.
“Hey, you.”
“Well, if you can’t do it now, why don’t you surrender?”
“I don’t know if it’s rude to compliment a woman by saying she has a pretty body.”
“I know.”
“Yes, you must be young.”
She kept pinching her toes, so I told her to stay still, and then she slowly inserted her fingers between her toes.
“What are you doing?”
“You stubbed your toe.”
She tilts her neck back and likes it when I loosen the area that connects each toe.
“Ahahahaha…… What…… Just now?”
“I don’t know.”
“It was tingling.”
“Don’t wear high shoes.”
“It’s my heart.”
“Does your heel hurt too?”
“It hurts…” … I said I walked a lot. Cheap isn’t working, Kite isn’t helping, and you’re busy…… It’s so hard I’m dying. I’m always busy but no one knows and I’m upset. No one cares about me, my feet have suffered so much and no one cares about me. It was bad. It’s annoying. I’m nervous. I hate you the most, you are the worst. “You dirty bastard.”
“Should I break my toes?”
“You said you couldn’t even do it!”
“Yes, I can’t.”
She raised her head. Maybe I was frowning. From Rita’s neck, from her collarbone, oh-so-so chicken meat rose. She spoke calmly as she looked at her skin changing every moment.
“How can I beat you?”
She bowed her head, wondering if she could hurt a senior in the same circle as she was a woman.
“It’s only for today. “Don’t ask me a favor like this next time.”
When I untie her ankles and move up to her calves like before, my stomach sinks again.
“Who is hitting? Relax.”
“I did it because I was scared.”
“Okay, I’ll massage you gently.”
“Yes…… “I hate being sick.”
“Now, is this level of intensity enough?”
“Just a little weaker.”
“Are we done now?”
“My heels have become hard. “I’m worried I might have calluses there.”
“It was okay.”
“My calf also hurts.”
“Try to keep your mouth shut.”
If you gently release it, all the facial muscles will relax. After massaging all the way to her crotch, heat rose between Rita’s legs. Her crotch was fully spread and I closed her knees so that her thighs were pressed together.
“It’s over.”
“It’s already…… ?”
I asked if it was okay because my pronunciation was slurred. She nods her head and lays her body down on the bed.
“I lost all my strength.”
“Was it cool?”
“I don’t know.”
“Never ask for a favor again. “I don’t even know how to be ashamed.”
“It’s all because of you.”
“Why me?”
“Anyway…… “It’s because of you, so next time you’re tired, you have to massage it again.”
“I said I won’t do it.”
“I’m going to tell Kite that you just rubbed my legs and took off my stockings and threw them in my face.”
“You b*tch, you return the favor with vengeance?”
“Ahahahaha…… It’s my heart. “Anyway, I know you will be asking for it in the future.”
I woke up thinking I could finally talk about the tournament. After talking about her work, Rita placed a pillow on her stomach and hugged her tightly with both arms. When I glared at her pathetically, she narrowed her eyes and said she was going to sleep for a while.
“What if you do something while I’m asleep?”
“I won’t.”
“At that time, I will ask you to massage my thighs as well.”
Rita curled up and fell asleep, like a small child, with her legs closed. As she looked over her papers alone, she realized how busy she had been over the past few days. The roster she examined contained the names of everyone participating in the tournament. However, she had such bad handwriting that more than half of her was unrecognizable.