Gazing at the red-and-white soles and the intricate patterns of her skin, Ho Fei-yu used his thumb to rub her soft, flushed palms. A silky sensation traveled up his arm; it felt less like a foot and more like a bundle of soft sponge.
His gaze grew heated, his breathing rapid. He swallowed and leaned down again. As he got closer, the lines on her soles became clearer until they blurred from being too close to his retinas.
His face was now pressed completely against her feet, as if he were wearing a face mask. The youthful aroma swirled around his nose, thick enough to feel solid. He inhaled deeply while shaking his head slightly from side to side, wanting to claim every bit of this beauty.
Perhaps his movements were too intense, or perhaps the hot air hitting her soles was too much—Mitsuko's foot gave a distinct twitch. Ho Fei-yu jerked his head up. But Mitsuko was still "asleep"; she simply turned her head the other way and continued her nap.
He felt conflicted. He didn't want to disturb her rest, yet he couldn't stop his hands from doing "bad things." Have I become a pervert since coming to this world? He shook his head. No, blame it on Auntie Mitsuko's feet being too beautiful!
Satisfied with his own logic, he looked back. This time, his target was her toes, which looked like tender bamboo shoots. The crystalline moisture on them made them look like freshly cut sprouts. Since he hadn't fully tasted them through the socks, he wanted the real thing.
He opened his hot mouth and took the "bamboo shoots" in. All the delicacies in the world paled in comparison. He closed his eyes, losing himself in the taste.
What he didn't know was that Mitsuko had quietly opened her eyes. Her mature face was flushed with a seductive crimson, and her eyes were misty, like a clear spring overflowing with unexpressed emotion.
She had woken up back when he first attacked her buttocks. She simply hadn't stopped him; she wanted to see how far he would go. She had planned to keep faking sleep even if he went all the way, letting her Yu-kun experience the thrill of "stealing" a taste.
However, she hadn't expected him to be so obsessed with her feet. The constant licking and sucking sent ticklish sensations through her body that felt like thousands of ants biting her. It was a strange, restless torture.
But seeing that he didn't mind her sweaty, unwashed feet—even savoring them so meticulously—made her heart swell with sweetness. If just her feet could drive him this wild, her other charms would surely keep him forever. Even if his biological mother ever showed up to claim him, Mitsuko felt she had the "capital" to fight back.
When she first brought him home, she felt guilty. But after living together, she—and her two daughters—had become inseparable from him, both in heart and body. She had dreamed of a dark future where Yu-kun left her without looking back; those dreams always left her with a bitter ache. Only after they became truly intimate did that fear begin to fade.
"Yu-kun, what are you doing holding Auntie's feet?" Mitsuko finally sat up, a teasing smile on her face.
Ho Fei-yu, who was still deep in his "meal," froze. He slowly opened his eyes and looked up. The scene was awkward. If she had caught him earlier, he could have played it off, but she caught him with her toes literally in his mouth.
"Auntee Mitskoo," he tried to speak, but realized his mouth was still occupied. He quickly spat them out. "Ahem... Auntie Mitsuko, would you believe me if I said this is a new type of 'footbath massage' trending online?"
"Really?" Mitsuko said, her eyes twinkling with amusement.
"Really!"
"Then next time, Yu-kun, please wait until I've washed my feet before giving me a footbath~" She didn't expose him, giggling at him like he was a little boy caught with his hand in the cookie jar.
"Hehe, okay."
"I should probably take a shower first," Mitsuko said, looking down at her feet. They were covered in his saliva. She could feel the wetness dripping between her toes. It felt sticky and grosser than just sweat.
"Mhm." Ho Fei-yu let go of her feet immediately.
"Carry me over," Mitsuko said. She looked at her fuzzy slippers and realized she'd ruin them if she stepped in with wet feet.
"Am I heavy?" she asked as he scooped her up.
"Not at all. You're as light as a doll, Auntie." Ho Fei-yu walked toward the bathroom.
"You have such a sweet tongue, Yu-kun. I wonder how many girls you've said that to besides me~" She wrapped her arms around his neck, smiling up at him.
"Only you, Auntie Mitsuko!"
His firm answer made her burst into a fit of giggles.
"Do you want to shower with me, Yu-kun? It's been raining all day; we should warm up our bodies." As he reached the bathroom door and prepared to set her down, she grabbed his arm.
"Sigh... alright then." Whether it was the cold or something else, Ho Fei-yu hesitated for exactly two and a half seconds before agreeing.