Chapter 345 - 188: Master Shen, Press a Little Lighter (2)
The sheer, silky stockings were perfectly form-fitting, like a fine mist that hazily outlined the shape of Li Zhi’s toes.
The contour of every toe was faintly visible beneath the gossamer-thin fabric. They were like sleeping pearls, emitting a soft, warm luster from under the mist.
Although... although he had already met these exquisite feet before, and had even personally felt their tenderness and softness while helping her put on the stockings...
But now, wrapped in this layer of mist, the sensation was entirely different.
The concealment didn’t diminish the sight at all; instead, it sparked an intense desire to peer at what truly lay beneath.
The texture of the stockings rose and fell with the subtle tension, the curves it traced creating a mesmerizing play of light and shadow under the lamp.
At their tips, the slight protrusions where her toes pushed against the thin material revealed an even more tender, flesh-pink color beneath.
Tension seized his heart again.
Shen Yuan took a deep breath and warned himself again.
’It’s just a massage.’
Shen Yuan felt the tips of his fingers burning.
"Y-You, just hurry up..."
Li Zhi’s voice, carrying a trace of barely perceptible embarrassment, came through, but it was more like a gentle pluck on his taut nerves.
Shen Yuan sucked in a sharp breath. He extended his fingers toward her ankle, sheathed in the thin stocking, and slowly, deliberately, pressed them against that hazy domain.
As his fingertips sank into the softness covered by the thin stocking, the pads of his fingers wrapped unhesitatingly around Li Zhi’s heel, his touch firm and scorching.
His knuckles bent slightly as the fleshy part of his fingers kneaded the sole of her foot, just like a massage. Her entire foot was held fast in his palm, pinned by his confident, controlling grip.
The moment Shen Yuan’s fingers touched the sole of her foot, Li Zhi’s body went rigid, as if she’d been struck by an electric current.
A crimson flush burned its way from her cheeks to the side of her neck.
She could clearly feel the strength in Shen Yuan’s fingers, the pressure landing on the sole of her foot through the stocking.
She didn’t dare to look up.
Her toes curled slightly beneath the thin stocking, but she couldn’t move them under Shen Yuan’s grip, forced to passively endure the humiliating assault.
It was clearly a sense of humiliation, yet it was mixed with a strange, unfamiliar sensation that made her heart pound wildly.
The burning heat at the base of her ears spread, eventually welling up as a glimmer of moisture in her eyes. She stubbornly turned her head away, pretending to ignore the ravaging assault on her foot.
But how could such an intense feeling possibly be ignored?
She could clearly perceive the scorching heat enveloping her heel, as if Shen Yuan’s palm was branding her.
Her eyes, trying to feign composure but having long since betrayed her embarrassment, began to dart around uncontrollably. Her long lashes fluttered as her gaze flickered about in a panic.
Li Zhi didn’t dare to watch Shen Yuan’s massaging motions at all.
Her fingers, resting at her side, curled silently, clenching the hem of her clothes. Her knuckles turned white from the force, twisting the soft fabric into tiny, wrinkled swirls.
’He’s just pressing the point for the liver, that’s all.’
Li Zhi held her breath, repeating this flimsy excuse in her mind over and over.
However, the foot in Shen Yuan’s palm revealed a completely different story.
Through the form-fitting layer of sheer, silky stocking, he could clearly feel the subtle changes in Li Zhi’s foot.
Her slender toes first tensed and curled inside the stocking, a hint of resistance in the motion, as if in the next second they would kick out or pull away from his palm.
But just as the force reached the tips of her toes, it was suppressed by the firm envelopment of his fingers. Like a startled bird, she quickly forced it down, and the tension instantly slackened.
This subtle resistance and subsequent slackening was a flustered attempt at restraint—a desire to tense up, yet a fear of being noticed and revealing too much of what she was thinking.
The soft domain beneath Shen Yuan’s fingertips was now like a silent battlefield, the stage for a voiceless tug-of-war between tension and embarrassment, between the desire to escape and the struggle to feign composure.
However, all of this was laid bare by her other foot.
Her left foot, not held by Shen Yuan, had completely betrayed the unbearable agitation and embarrassment she felt.
The toes of that delicate foot, clad in the same sheer, silky stocking, curled tightly and arched up, stretching the sole of her foot into an exceptionally beautiful curve etched with tension.
Then, the tip of that small, exquisite foot began to restlessly scrape and rub against the soft surface of the sheet in a chaotic, aimless fashion.
Her slender toes, through the thin stocking, would sometimes straighten and neurotically scrape hard against the fabric, and at other times curl up, anxiously grinding the delicate, soft flesh at their tips against the texture of the bedsheet.
Every movement betrayed an indescribable tension, and it also seemed to be her only possible form of autonomous release—a helpless protest against the suffocating sensation of the massage.
It was clear that from staying up all night studying, Li Zhi’s liver really wasn’t in great shape.
Shen Yuan’s gaze casually swept over the ripples stirred up in the bedsheet, freezing on the left foot that was rubbing back and forth.
Those toes, tensing, curling, and stretching beneath the thin stocking—every minute movement was a silent testament to the intense embarrassment and sensation their owner felt from the sole of her foot being massaged.
It was even more direct and vivid than what he could feel in his palm.
This inescapable betrayal of her feelings ignited an even more intense flame in Shen Yuan’s eyes.
Without any hesitation, Shen Yuan’s hand shot out, swift and precise as a falcon swooping for its prey, and clasped Li Zhi’s slender, delicate left ankle!
"Ah—!"
A cry of alarm burst from Li Zhi’s throat, filled with completely uncontrolled panic.
Her body jolted as if shocked, and she almost recoiled her legs, but Shen Yuan’s hands were like two scorching iron clamps, one on the left and one on the right, firmly locking both her ankles in place.