Chapter 82 (Side Story Episode – 2)

The master did not say anything more.

Riorem looked down at the instep that was supporting his chin.

Her clean foot was now soiled with none other than Riorem’s own traces.

The peculiar sticky sensation could have been unpleasant, yet the master showed no sign of discomfort.

She simply looked at him as if she were enjoying it.

The moment he realized that, strength surged into his thighs.

His dark red member stood upright.

It was a stark contrast to having just climaxed.

“So… it’s really true…”

The master had allowed him. Given him the chance to touch and stroke his penis with her own body.

Riorem gasped for breath.

He felt every muscle in his body twitch and tremble.

Only then did the master speak.

“Take your time until tomorrow night.”

Her foot, now stained with semen, trampled on Riorem’s pants.

The rough slave clothes were stained.

After wiping her feet clean, the master smiled.

“I’ll leave the bedroom door open.”

Her nightgown fluttered as she stood up from her seat.

Riorem quietly watched as she turned her back and walked away.

Her flower-like red hair swayed gently.

Even as she moved away, his gaze was fixed on her two white feet stepping on the carpet.

After dawn, everything was as usual.

The master spent the day with the usual expression, and Riorem followed, his eyes fixed on the floor.

As the day passed, a natural thought arose.

“Was it just a dream?”

Looking back, nothing about the situation made sense.

That the master had come to the laundry room after her walk, that he had kept pleasuring himself in front of her…

The teasing, whispery voice that tempted him.

Though the master tended to allow Riorem many things, she was not a person known for mercy.

She once slapped him for not reading the book she gave him, and often made him crawl on all fours down the corridors leading out of the palace.

It made no sense that she would overlook his insolent behavior.

Let alone watching him masturbate with what looked like interest.

So maybe the answer given last night should be buried forever inside him.

Riorem spent the rest of the afternoon with such thoughts.

But after the evening walk, the master suddenly looked back at him.

“Riorem.”

Following her call, Riorem lifted his head.

The master stood by the window leading to the garden.

The faint breeze through the window tousled her bright red hair.

At that moment, she took the window latch in her hand and lifted it.

Click.

The dry sound echoed quietly in the room.

Her golden eyes, which had been watching Riorem the whole time, softened gently.

“Did you see it?”

“Yes…”

“I see.”

The master climbed onto her bed by the window.

“Then go ahead.”

At her command, Riorem bowed deeply and stepped back.

His member, erect without him realizing, poked his lower abdomen.

As Riorem left the room, several maidservants entered the master’s bedroom.

It seemed they were preparing her bed.

Clack.

The door closed, and the master’s bedroom was no longer visible.

Then, his heart started beating even more wildly.

Grasping his fluttering chest, Riorem quickly made his way down the corridor.

He came out to the servants’ and slaves’ passage and walked around outside the palace, trying to control his trembling body.

Of course, it was useless.

Every time he recalled the master’s smile as she unlocked the window right in front of his eyes, his whole body heated up as if boiling.

Until the lights in the bedroom went out, and until all the maidservants left the master’s room, Riorem circled outside the palace repeatedly.

Only when the corridor grew quiet did he stand once again in front of that window.

Click.

No sooner had he carefully turned the doorknob than the window opened outward.

There was nothing to step on, so Riorem climbed through the window with his bare body.

Thanks to his recently lengthened limbs, it was not very difficult.

As he landed on the carpet, a low snort sounded from beside him.

“You came just in time, Riorem.”

Riorem could not say a word.

As if expecting this, the master turned her body toward him.

A thin nightgown covered her legs hanging off the bed.

Watching that, Riorem swallowed hard.

“So, what did you choose as your reward?”

Her golden eyes quietly looked at Riorem, as if waiting to see what he would do next.

All.

Is it because the night air paralyzed the brain? Riorem opened his mouth without hesitation

“My ankle…”

Stuttering.

The barely continuing words came to an end with a sigh.

“…I want to touch it.”

Riorem struggled to breathe.

Just putting it in my mouth felt like the semen was being filled to the top of my head.

You’re not allowed to look up at your master without command, so Riorem sees you all day

It was always the owner’s white toes.

But in fact, he wanted to have more in his eyes.

Pretty clothes that stick out in a circle, rather than small two feet that can only be held in your hands after going out rather than the bone of a mother’s womb.

Something rarely allowed to him on top of it.

Those thin ankles.

Riorem looked at his master with a look full of expectations.

“You said you’d give me an award first, so wouldn’t you give me that much?”

Moreover, it was not a difficult wish to be granted.

As usual, I was fluttering at the mouth of my ankle

You can walk your clothes and give me your legs.

But… the owner’s expression was strange.

She distorted the fine brow.

Anyway, Riorem thought the displeasure on his face resembled ‘disappointment’.

But that can’t be the case.

Why does the owner even disappoint me?

“You have to have high expectations to come back.”

As expected, the owner immediately returned to his original expression.

Then I walked the hem of my pajamas to my knees.

The owner said.

“Do as you please.”

At the same time as the permission was granted, Riorem exhaled a long breath.

Both hands, trembling on the floor all the time, held their white ankles in their hands.

It was thin.

Even with a little force, it snapped and I thought I would never walk again.

Riorem, whose thoughts were crazy to that point, breathed heavily.

As soon as his animal-like swollen chest subsides, the toes of the master of Riorem

I put it in my mouth.

“What?”

Rarely, the owner looked surprised.

But that was not seen by Riorem.

Chewing.

The wet tongue wrapped around the toes.

The owner tried to pull his legs out in the heat

I, Riorem, followed closely.

Riorem’s tongue cut his toes, the flesh that went through his toes, beautifully shaved

I licked my toenails.

A lukewarm sting trickled down the top of my foot.

His lips slid down to his heels.

Riorem, who was licking his soft soles with his tongue, couldn’t hold back and lightly brushed his heels with his teeth

I asked.

“Huh, liver, I’m so tired…”

The owner made a chirping sound.

The sound penetrated Riorem’s head.

The eardrum tickled, strange sensation

At the same time as I felt it, Riorem’s eyes turned white.

(Screaming).

It was then that he grabbed his ankle so that his big hand hurt.

Riorem went through my pants dance with his left hand.

The stiff fabric crumpled up in a mess

A solidly excited genitalia popped out.

Tung.

The flesh was badly wet as it bouncing its head.

The water leaking from the tip of the cracked ear flowed down the pillar. Looking at it

Not only the milk, but also the testicles were wet and shiny.

Golden eyes gazed at the sight.

His makeup-free lips were as sweet as a craving for something.

But Riorem knows it.

I couldn’t get over it.

Riorem buried his lips in his master’s feet.

By rubbing his skin and tongue.

It wasn’t enough, so I washed the ankle bone of my right foot.

“Haha…”

Her body became stiff as if it had been pressed against a vital point.

Soon, my thin legs will gain strength.

Avoid lips that lick and suck my skin.

His master wriggled around for the sake of.

Perhaps the owner didn’t like this stimulus.

But it was no use.

No matter how hard she tried, her legs wouldn’t budge.

Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Riorem’s hard hand held her ankle heavier down.

In the meantime, Riorem’s tongue dug into the skin.

Riorem’s hard persimmon enjoy one’s touch for a long time, holding one’s two ankles to fill the urge that has captivated him all along

I see.

“…what.”

The owner murmured, sighing.

He seemed to have noticed what Riorem was going to do.

Soon, a pair of small feet were attached to each other’s soles.

It was formed between the soles of the feet of the pan

Except for a small gap, it was simply a perfect match.

At that moment, the small hole was squeezed out and a huge head of ear popped out.