A Different kind of Stimulation
Struck with a fatal blow,
Originally unconscious, Kitou Masami's eyes, bloodshot, snapped open instantly.
His already pale and twisted face contorted even further, looking like a crumpled piece of cowhide paper, all squeezed together.
The big mouth full of foul-smelling yellow teeth also expanded to its maximum size amidst the silent scream.
Watching him curl up on the ground, clutching his boast.
Watching him curl up on the ground, desperately clutching his lower body,
Sasaki knelt before him, looking down at his repulsive, ugly face.
"How do you quickly and painlessly wake someone from unconsciousness? Is throwing water useful, or should I pinch the philtrum(the part between nose and lips)?"
Holding his neck, mouth agape, for about a minute.
Having regained some strength to speak, Kitou Masami, afraid that he would receive another fatal blow, quickly shared everything he knew without expressing any anger or resentment.
"No...I don't know. According to the description above...the body sensitivity of a person who is unconscious will be greatly increased. If you want to quickly wake up a person who has been infected, you need some different kind of stimulus..."
"A different kind of stimulus…"
Taking the white bottle and spraying it on Kitou Masami again, Sasaki stood up and came to Serizawa Yukiha's side.
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Looking at the ups and downs of her proud figure as she collapsed on the ground, unconscious, he squatted down, cradling her as if she had no bones, allowing her to lean against him.
"Let's try the philtrum first..."
Not wanting to take advantage of others when they are unconscious unless absolutely necessary, Sasaki, who still had some bottom line, stretched out his hand and pressed it against the girl's philtrum.
But after pressing for a while, and seeing no signs of her waking up, he had no choice but to abandon this method.
Unable to find a useful method for the time being, Sasaki still did not have any choice but to abandon his bottom line.
Afterall compared with his little bottom line, it was more important to let her wake up first.
"A different kind of excitement..."
Knowing what he meant by his words, Sasaki's slightly cold fingertips touched the girl's soft and plump legs.
The girl's legs were not the thin, straight, chopstick-shaped type that didn't feel like much flesh with one hand.
Instead, they were plump types, though soft and elastic, but when pressed together, wouldn't even allow a sheet of paper to pass through.
Perhaps it was precisely because of what others would call 'thick legs' that the stockings she wore were not the milky white kind, but rather smooth black silk full of alluring luster.
The silky, delicate black over-the-knee socks enveloped the girl's round, column-like legs.
Perhaps because the stockings were slightly tight, the edge of the stockings indented slightly, creating a noticeable mark on the smooth skin of her legs.
Attracted by this mark, Sasaki, with the resolve to wake the girl,
Placed the back of his fingers against the inside of the silky thin stockings and hooked his fingers around the soft stockings clinging to her skin.
Watching the angle at which the thin stockings were pulled up,
Sasaki smiled, allowing the smooth stockings to gradually slip from his fingertips.
Snap—
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The delicate silky yet taut stockings snapped against the girl's tender skin, creating a subtle crisp sound.
Watching the fabric that had been pulled up settle back onto the girl's legs, Sasaki lowered his head to glance at the still unconscious girl.
Hmm... no reaction at all.
Thinking about it, this kind of excitement, which was like playing, was not even as exciting as tickling her soles.
The soles of the feet...
Capturing the keyword, Sasaki's spirit was revived, and his gaze flowed like water along the girl's slender waist, over her soft, prominent buttocks, down to her beautifully shaped calves, and finally rested on her feet, about the same size as his hand.
'It doesn't hurt to try...'
No sooner said than done.
Sasaki was not one to hesitate.
He moved a chair in the room, positioned the unconscious girl onto it, and knelt down to remove her shoes, revealing a foot as lustrous and smooth as black jade.
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Although he hadn't seen a black jade yet much less touch, but his inner nationalist already knew the feel of it from the depths of his heart.
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Her petite foot was encased in a black stocking.
The light brown color where her pale skin meshed with the silky long stockings gave a chocolate-like visual appeal.
Holding this warm chocolate ice cream cone in his hand, Sasaki's first thought besides it being soft and slippery, was how small it was.
Holding it, he couldn't completely envelop it, yet it didn't give him a feeling of being out of control either.
This perfect fit made Sasaki take a few more glances.
Her milky toes were like sweet milk candies, perfectly manicured with a translucent pink polish that resembled budding cherry blossoms.
The black stockings wrapping them were like drizzled chocolate syrup, unusually enticing...
'Stop it, stop it...'
Suddenly thinking of 'eating' in this context, Sasaki vigorously shook his head.
This line of thought wasn't appropriate; further thoughts would be impolite.
He just appreciated beautiful and cute girls.
Inherently, he liked some features that might be very 'interesting' to others when it comes to girls.
But that was the extent of it.
He didn't want the doctor to look at him with strange eyes and ask him why he had athlete's foot on his tongue...
But speaking of it, Serizawa's feet didn't smell bad.
Just like Otome, although there was some moist and warm lubrication, he didn't care because it felt more comfortable.
It's just this thought made him think of that passionate night with Otome, making his mind and body wander crazily.
Dismissing any inappropriate thoughts into the trash can.
Sasaki knelt on the ground, holding the girl's flesh-toned heel in his left hand while his right index and middle fingers converged and approached the soft soles of her foot.
"Ying~"
Just touching the soft soles of the girl's feet
Merely touching the soft sole of her foot, caused the girl's originally smooth furrowed brows to gently knit together as a barely audible moan escaped from her rosy lips.
'It works!'
Receiving feedback.
Sasaki, who had initially just wanted to give it a try, suddenly ignited with enthusiasm.
His stooped back instantly straightened as he lowered his head, focusing on Serizawa's palm, rubbing his index finger and middle finger quickly.
Perhaps it was the intensity of Sasaki's initial approach, without giving her any time to adjust, that caused the girl to contract her body suddenly, and her delicate, exquisite feet began to slowly exert effort to escape his grasp.
Watching Serizawa tremble her eyelids as if trying to awaken, Sasaki intensified his grip on her feet, and the frequency of his fingers became faster and faster.
"No, don't~ not there, not there..."
As the frequency of his attacks increased, the girl's white, fleshy little hands suddenly clenched the chair tightly, her head shaking back and forth, trying to pull her feet back with even more force.
But as a girl lacking in exercise, no matter how much she exerted herself, she couldn't escape from the broad palm.
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Realising she couldn't retract her feet, Serizawa Yukiha, about to be driven mad by the tickling sensation coming from the soles of her feet, suddenly kicked out her curled legs, her tightly closed eyes also snapping open in an instant.
Snap—
With a pulling force, Sasaki, who had been looking down at her sole, was caught off guard when the moist, silky foot suddenly kicked him in the face.
The flesh-coloured heel, covered in a silky thin stocking, pressed against his chin.
Aligned with the seams of the stocking, five milk candies stuck to his forehead.
Suddenly, being stepped on the face, the boy's mind, which was originally filled with playful thoughts, suddenly went blank.
As he dazedly looked at the foot pressed against his face,
Sasaki's gaze slowly moved down from the cute toes at his forehead, along the beautifully curved calf to the plump and round thighs, and then disappeared under the raised skirt...