Chapter 108: footjob 1
Eren stared up at the ceiling, genuinely re-evaluating every single decision that had brought him to this exact moment.
He was currently leaning against his own bed, sitting on the floor, not in the romantic manner one might expect, but his wrists bound together by thin, strong mana thread. He looked exactly like a captured war criminal waiting to be thoroughly tortured by a petite, hot-tempered tyrant in her private, little dungeon.
Eren tugged at his wrists, testing the power of the magical bindings. "Is this degree of bondage truly necessary, my dear Prof—"
Before he could finish his sentence, she pressed the soft sole of her black-stockinged foot firmly against his mouth, silencing him.
"Shut your mouth, you bastard."
Eren blinked, his blue eyes softening as the silky texture rested against his mouth. She stood over him in a tight blouse, short skirt, and those same dark silk stockings that hugged her slender legs all the way up. Her red eyes gleamed with smug authority.
Slowly, she dragged her foot across his face, tracing the line of his cheek and jaw with agonizing pressure. The smooth friction sent an involuntary shiver straight down his spine.
Eren was unable to decide whether he should escape from this little bondage scenario or sit back and enjoy the show.
But honestly?
He didn’t know which trashy smut novel had inspired his petite professor to pull off a stunt like this. Still, he was right where he wanted to be.
Norelia slowly traced her foot down his chest, using just enough gentle force to push him all the way flat onto the carpet. She stood over his prone form by pinning him beneath her, giving him a delightfully scandalous angle directly up her short skirt.
She looked down at him with an expression that clearly declared he was her personal toy for the evening.
Dragging her foot lower, she asked, "Answer me, student Eren... aren’t you supposed to be my absolute best, most brilliant student?"
"Yes... I suppose I am."
"Then shouldn’t an exemplary student show unquestioning obedience toward his professor?" she asked, her red eyes sparkling with smug satisfaction.
Eren chuckled, his blue eyes gleaming with persistent amusement. "Maybe... depending on the curriculum."
Norelia huffed at his defiance, her cheeks flushing as she brought her foot down directly onto the leather growing bulge between his thighs.
"Nngh...!" Eren’s breath hitched hard.
A little wicked smile formed on the petite girl’s face as she felt his cock twitch beneath her foot. The ticklish friction made her own heart race, and she thoroughly enjoyed watching his reactions. Leaning her weight forward, she used her toes to press and rub directly against his most sensitive spots through the fabric of his trousers.
"Tell me, student..." Norelia purred, her voice an intoxicating whisper as her foot continued its torment. "Don’t you want to feel how wet and warm my tongue is right here? Beg me for it!"
Eren gasped, his lower half reacted wildly under her teasing touch. He was her helpless captive now, and he had zero shame in admitting it.
"Yes... please," Eren rasped, his half-lidded eyes locking onto hers. "... I’m begging you."
Norelia giggled at his surrender, taking a step back and resting a finger against her chin in a display of exaggerated thinking.
"My, my... such a desperate plea from my absolute top student," she purred, her red eyes gleaming with wicked delight. "Though... what a terrible shame. If I remember correctly, we three have restricted you from having any sex with us for a few days to reflect on your last night’s adventures, not even oral should be provided to you. Whatever shall we do?"
’She’s playing me harder than I played her during her period.’
Before he could give a defensive argument, Norelia clapped her hands together with a dramatic gasp, giving him a catlike smug look. "Ah! But your generous professor always comes prepared with alternative instructional methods!"
She turned and sat on the edge of his bed, positioning herself at the perfect height so her slender legs could easily reach his body.
"Since you begged so delightfully, student Eren... here is your special reward," she announced.
With clumsy yet determined dexterity, Norelia extended her black-stockinged feet and used her toes to catch the metal pull of his zipper, sliding it down before hooking the elastic of his underwear to push the fabric aside.
Thwack.
His thick, nine-inch meat instantly sprang free, twitching hard as if offering a formal greeting to the petite genius.
Norelia’s red eyes widened, a hunger flashing through her gaze at the sight of her toy. It was a massive, terrifyingly addictive toy that ensured no other toy in the world could ever satisfy her again.
"... look at how excited you are to begin the lesson," she whispered as a deep flush spread across her cheeks
Norelia brought both of her slender feet together, cupping his heavy dick between her soles. The moment the warm, smooth silk made direct contact with his membrane, the veins pulsing along his shaft sent a violent shiver straight through her, making her breath catch sharply in her throat.
She squeezed her soles tightly around him and began her very first slow, upward stroke.
"Fuck...!" Eren whimpered out, his head snapping back against the floor.
The tight, smooth friction of her stockings and the warmth radiating off her soles enveloped his entire shaft, sending a wave of pure bliss crashing straight to his brain. Having his petite, brilliant girlfriend giving him a stocking footjob while he lay helplessly bound was, without a doubt—a peak experience.
Norelia picked up a steady, rhythmic pace, sliding her feet up and down his cock with increasing pressure.
"So tell me, student..." Norelia purred, her breathing growing heavier as she watched his handsome face contort in pure pleasure beneath her feet. "Are you enjoying this special extracurricular lesson from your professor?"
"It’s... the best," Eren rasped, his muscles aching with strain.
Satisfied that her captive was thoroughly at her mercy, Norelia focused entirely on the sensation of his heat between her soles, completely oblivious to what was happening behind his back where Eren casually snapped the binding threads around his wrists like a low-quality string.
He kept his hands resting behind him to maintain the illusion, offering his petite tyrant a smile, quietly waiting for his time until it was time to turn the tables.