Life In The Reverse World

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Long lashes, flushed cheeks, a straight nose bridge, a perky nose tip, soft pink lips, a bewitching beauty mark. As the towel slid lower, a dewy sheen bloomed across the girl’s face beneath the ceiling light.

Just wiping that exquisitely cute, doll-like face was enough to make Harutaki struggle to keep his impulses in check. He hurriedly looked away, drew in a deep breath, then slowly exhaled, forcing those improper thoughts back down.

“Hehe, can’t help yourself after seeing my cute, beautiful face, Hoshikawa?”

Noticing him avert his gaze, Chouko squinted her eyes and broke into a mischievous grin, teasing him with a playful tone.

When Izumi had been around earlier, she had not thought much of it. But after Izumi left, she finally realized that she too was a beautiful girl who could be very appealing to Harutaki.

She scoffed at sayings like “virginity is shameful” or “virgins are gross,” and had long disliked the fact that she came from a prestigious family and possessed so many outstanding traits.

Yet in this moment, she found herself oddly grateful for being “special.”

If she were not special enough, she thought, if she were just an ordinary girl, would he ever have fallen for her?

It was not that she believed Harutaki to be particularly lecherous or shallow. In her view, “liking” and even “love” were never born from one-sided attraction alone, but from a combination of many factors. Of course, when attraction grew too strong, it could overshadow everything else.

“Careful, or I might really take advantage of you while you can’t fight back and score a perfect hit.”

“Hmph. But if I didn’t agree to it, you definitely wouldn’t force me, right?”

“Don’t underestimate a man’s impulses.”

“But I believe you, Hoshikawa. If you wouldn’t, then you wouldn’t.”

Chouko smiled brightly at him as Harutaki changed towels and returned to the room, ready to wipe her feet.

Seeing how relaxed she was while he had to strain so hard to keep himself in check, Harutaki could not help but shoot her a sharp glare.

“People who are loved always get cocky. That saying was made for idiots like you, Shihou.”

“The one who dotes on me, Hoshikawa, is an idiot too. A perverted idiot.”

Still, Chouko laughed bitterly in her heart. That line about the beloved being fearless really did fit.

She did not understand why she could trust Harutaki so completely.

Her old self would never have imagined letting a boy other than Onii into her home, much less allowing intimate contact like this. It would have been unthinkable.

Just like how she could not understand where Sato drew his calm confidence from.

Even childhood friends, even married couples, if they ignored each other for too long, would eventually break apart. Would they not?

Suddenly, the wet sensation on her feet sent a shiver through her body, cutting her thoughts short.

“Ugh…”

She forced herself to lift her head and look down. When she saw Harutaki crouched by the bed, wiping her feet, her throat tightened. She wanted to say something, but did not know how. In the end, all those tangled emotions spilled out as words she was ashamed to utter.

“H-Hoshikawa, it’s fine if you touch my feet…”

“…Is this your first time?”

Harutaki glanced at her and made a joke in a deliberately casual tone, one only the two of them could understand.

“First time, first time. Everything is yours, okay!?”

Chouko did not know where the strength came from. She suddenly rolled over, lying face down and burying her head deep into the pillow, as if doing so could shut out everything that made her feel embarrassed.

Staring at the two soles pointed up in the air, Harutaki let out a quiet breath to steady himself. Only after a moment did he reach out, gently grasp her ankle, and lift her right foot.

To be honest, he had seen, touched, even played with girls’ feet before. Helping a girlfriend wash her feet might feel a little nervous or exciting at first, but once it started, all he could think was how to finish as soon as possible.

Most girls’ feet had some minor flaws from wearing heels or genetics, like a big toe angling outward or a little toe curling inward. But Chouko’s feet, at first glance, left only one word in his mind.

Perfect.

Of course, tastes differed. Perfect was only perfect to him. There was no ranking or hierarchy. He could not even put Chouko’s feet above or below Izumi’s.

Perhaps because Chouko was a little shorter than Izumi, her feet were smaller too, only slightly longer than his palm.

Unlike Izumi’s fuller figure, Chouko’s body, while even more eye-catching, appeared overall slimmer. Her feet were not fleshy, but not thin either, just the right balance.

“Mm…”

When the warm towel pressed against the ball of her foot, a muffled whimper came from the pillow nearby. As he rubbed back and forth, her five small, bud-like toes curled tightly inward. Through the ankle he held, he could feel her body trembling.

“Can’t take it? Want me to stop?”

“N-No need!”

Chouko turned her face slightly, lying on her side against the pillow and panting softly.

Why was she this sensitive? She felt both embarrassed and annoyed with herself.

When she washed her own feet in the bath, it never felt like this.

This was… this was even more intense than when she did that sort of thing herself before.

It was infuriating. She told herself it was all Harutaki’s fault.

His mischievous intentions were what made her this flustered.

She absolutely could not embarrass herself in front of him. Otherwise, would that not make her look pathetic? She had always been a natural at teasing others. The only time she ever lost was when Harutaki teased her at his place. This time, she would not lose again.

“Hoshikawa, the way you’re talking, you’re the one who can’t hold back, right? Hehe… If you’re willing to be my dog too, I can play with you like Izumi does.”

“Nogami-san sprays deodorant in her shoes. You’ve been cooped up under the covers all day. Feet that smelly won’t give anyone ideas.”

“M-My feet… aren’t smelly…”

Her words lacked conviction. She had been lying in bed all day, even sweating a little.

Realizing her feet might smell, and that a boy she was close to might have noticed, filled her with such shame that she wanted to smash her head into a wall. No, first she should smash Harutaki into the wall until he forgot everything, then smash herself!

What nonsense!

She gripped the pillowcase tightly and glared back at him. Seeing the teasing grin on his face only made her angrier.

“So you really do like being a dog, then? After you wipe them clean, letting you lick them wouldn’t be imph… mmgh!”

“So you want to be licked, huh? Want me to be a dog, huh? Fine. I’ll show you what I can do.”

Harutaki tossed the towel onto his lap and grabbed her struggling feet with both hands. Using massage techniques he had learned before, he pressed his knuckles down.

Her feet did not really smell. Even if she had sweated, all he could sense was her natural scent, with a faint tang.

The moment it filled his nose, his heartbeat skipped. Was this what people called pheromones?

“Mmn…”

“Wait…”

“I-I’m sorry…”

“Uu… it hurts…”

Her plump toes writhed like jellyfish in the sea, sometimes curling tightly together, sometimes spreading wide as if trying to flee from each other.

The soft yet firm ball of her foot glowed a lovely pink, the Y-shaped crease of flesh adding a strange sense of pressure. Her sole, wrinkling like cracked earth, looked tender but felt powerfully resilient beneath his fingers. The arch curved into a graceful crescent, and her heel, like a strawberry daifuku, lifted slightly.

The faint dampness left by the towel added a taut sensation to her already smooth, pale skin. It felt incredibly stimulating to the touch.

After a thorough round of kneading and pressing, just as he finished wiping her left foot, Harutaki was chased out of the room by her tearful protests. Feeling thoroughly satisfied, he briskly headed to the bathroom to wash up.

Only after she was certain he had left did Chouko finally relax, slowly crawling out from under the covers.

Clutching her rapidly pounding chest, she recalled the intense sensations from his foot massage and let out a weak cry.

“Ugh…”

It was far too much.

Even though she had agreed to it herself, she never imagined Harutaki would use such methods, pushing her to the brink.

It was like being shocked, painful and ticklish at the same time. Yet once the pain passed, it left behind a deep, aching pleasure, as if a current shot from her soles straight to her mind, leaving her whole body weak and tingling.

And more than that—

Fatigue, stiffness, soreness, heaviness…

Those hands of Harutaki’s felt almost magical, as if everything inside her was on the verge of spilling over.

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