The white child liquid spread evenly from the small opening, flowing onto the pinkish-white nail beds of Reze's toes.
The foot play pleasure from Renji made his limbs go numb. Especially this action of pulling at the small opening almost made him unable to hold back, forcing him to surrender, with the white child almost spraying out.
His stress response was intense. The veins became increasingly prominent and intimidating, and his entire body twitched, looking quite powerful.
Through contact, Reze could clearly sense that Renji's white child had already reached the opening. It was just one final push away from erupting. But just at that moment, as if playing a prank, Reze stopped.
The tender feet that had been using him as a sandwich suddenly pulled apart, creating long, silver threads between them. The tender feet rested on Renji's thighs, the silver threads holding steady.
"Ooh, your shivering response is even more intense than before," Reze purred. "Is it so comfortable that you want to spray out the white child, Renji?"
Renji's hand on the table clenched into a fist, moving up and down slightly. He gritted his teeth. "A... a little..."
"Then do you want to spray it out, Renji?"
"I want to... I really want to..."
"Beg me."
"Ha...?!"
"Then beg me." Reze's face flushed with a rosy hue. She licked her lips. "Beg me, and I'll use my feet to help you spray it out."
Her two little feet pressed against him once again, petite and firm.
"Beg me, Renji. Beg me, and I'll let you spray it out. It'll feel so good~"
Under Reze's constant "torture," Renji was left wanting but unable to reach completion. Fine beads of sweat began to seep from his forehead.
Hearing Reze say this, Renji couldn't help but chuckle softly and turned his gaze toward her.
"Reze, you... are you really being this arrogant?" His voice was low. "Have you forgotten before... on the beach... when you were fucked by me until you were half-dead... begging for mercy loudly, crawling all over the sand, turning into a weapon human trying to fly away... or were you fucked by me... fucked and slammed onto... slammed onto... the sand?"
Reze quickly raised her hands, tightly covering her ears, with a very shameless expression on her face. While covering her ears, she muttered to herself, "La la la, la la la, I can't hear you, I can't hear you, doo-roo-roo doo-roo-roo..."
Although Reze claimed she couldn't hear, acting like a deadbeat debtor, her internal reaction was actually extremely pronounced.
The experience of making love on the beach was, in a sense, truly "deeply engraved" for Reze, etched deep into her genes.
When she slept these past two nights, Reze's dreams would be normal one second, but the next, the scene would shift, and she would find herself back on that beach.
Just as Renji said, she would dream of being fucked until she cried, dream of being fucked and begging loudly for mercy. She would dream of being fucked while crawling all over the sand, dream of pulling her pin to become a weapon human, trying to fly away and escape.
But Renji would hold Reze tight, and she would still be fucked by him relentlessly, fucked until she was slammed from the sky into the sand. Even after falling into the sand and making a small crater, Renji would still keep going.
These things... every time she dreamed, Reze would relive them all over again. After waking up, Reze would also feel a deep sense of shame... a deep sense of helplessness...
"So humiliating... to be manipulated like that... I've never been treated like this before... Damn it..."
But... although she said that... every time Reze woke up... she would lift the covers and find that her underwear was already soaked through, a large patch darkened by the flood...
Reze... she was missing the feeling of being with Renji again...
"La la la doo-roo-roo doo-roo-roo can't hear you, can't hear you~"
Even though her most private place was already overflowing, and her underwear was soaked through, Reze pretended not to hear a word Renji said.
And to make Renji shut his mouth, her tender feet began to move again. Her little feet no longer deliberately massaged him, but instead, without any subtlety, stepped directly onto him.
Her toes pressed down, forcing him against the soft soles of her feet, and she began to rub rapidly. Pleasure like electric current surged through him, making him itch and ache unbearably.
Reze had achieved her goal. After her combination attack with her little feet, Renji was completely unable to speak. His breathing grew heavy, his body went limp, and he used his hands to brace himself against the table so he wouldn't collapse.
"So that's how it is, that's how it is, Renji. So you like it a bit rougher like this... what the hell...~"
Noticing Renji's exaggerated reaction, Reze chuckled softly. She suddenly felt a sense of satisfaction from successfully getting revenge on him, so she began to move even more vigorously.
She hooked her little feet and pressed downward, stepping in the opposite direction. After pressing to the limit, she suddenly released her feet, letting him snap back like a spring against Renji's lower abdomen with a loud smack.
"Ugh...!" Renji almost couldn't hold back. The white child was about to spray out immediately, but fortunately, his willpower was astonishing.
Reze placed both of her small feet between Renji's thighs again. Her tender feet gently rubbed his most sensitive areas, one on each, pressing and kneading, striving to promote the production of the white child within. Renji's body began to respond, swelling even more.
When he swelled to his limit, Reze controlled her right foot again, attacking the very tip.
But Reze only used two toes to pinch the sensitive head, twisting Renji like a joystick, or rather, like screwing in a screw.
The high-pressure friction of the toes, combined with the slightly damp sensation of the sole, intertwined to form a poisonous drug of pleasure.
Meanwhile, on the table, Reze was picking up a fork, eating strawberry cake, with a happy and blissful expression, smiling very sweetly.
Her extremely high physical fitness and perfect control over her own body and parts allowed Reze's leg movements to not affect her upper body at all. Even if someone looked over now, they would only think Reze was enjoying strawberry cake. They couldn't possibly see or imagine what she was doing beneath the table.
"Puchi puchi puchi..."
Reze's strength grew. Renji was truly overwhelmed at this moment. He lifted his head and let out a soft groan.
"This is bad, this is bad, this is bad... I'm about to... just a little more..."
Reze noticed Renji's physical reaction. Like a little devil, she stopped her small feet's movements once again.
"Say it," she whispered playfully. "Please, Reze-sama, use your small feet to help me draw out the white child."
"Please, Reze-sama, quickly use your small feet... to help... help me... draw out... draw out my white child..."
"Hehe As you wish"
A notification chimed in Renji's mind.
Reze's tender foot suddenly stomped down, and at the same time, her toes clamped down and twisted. Renji couldn't hold back any longer. The faucet suddenly turned on.
A large amount of white child instantly sprayed out, rushing forth, splashing all over the underside of the table.
—Bang!!!—
The impact was strong, and the sound was very loud, like a slap. Some customers who were further away instinctively turned their heads to look.
Reze was very nervous for a moment and quickly pretended to be wiping the table, trying to get away with it. Fortunately, most customers had their own things to do. After a glance, they continued with their own business.
"Phew~ Seriously, it was so loud. We almost got caught."
Reze patted her slightly heaving chest and let out a long sigh. Her gaze then fell upon Renji opposite her.
Renji was leaning back in his seat, panting heavily, not responding to Reze. This first-time sensation was too stimulating for him.
Reze looked at Renji's disheveled state, and her slightly relaxed heartstrings began to beat rapidly once again. Her small feet started to move again.
She began to clean up the aftermath.
Her small feet continuously squeezed and rubbed, and the white child seeped directly from her soles. Reze used this white child to smear it over and over again with her small feet.
It was rubbed into every soft crease and gap by her tender feet. The soft soles brought wave after wave of pleasure, washing over Renji's body. The aftershocks of the white child were squeezed out again and again, leaving long, white streaks in the air under the table, falling to the ground and forming sticky white puddles.
"Uwah... the amount of white child is still so much... my feet are all sticky now."
Reze pulled her small feet back. Whether it was the soles of her tender feet or between her toes, strings of snowy white and sticky white child hung from them, mixed with other fluids, glistening wetly. Under the coffee shop's lights, it created a strong visual impact.
Renji, across from her, panted heavily and gradually recovered.
"Now... Reze, you should be satisfied, right?" He reached out and began to pull tissues from the table to clean up.
"Hmm, I'm somewhat satisfied, but not entirely," Reze said, her beautiful eyes full of anticipation as she looked at Renji. "If you, Renji, promise to come to my house tonight, then I'll be super satisfied."
Renji still shook his head, cleaning himself and tucking himself back into his pants, adjusting his clothes to their correct position.
"I'm really sorry, but I really can't today. How about we make it tomorrow? Tomorrow, I promise I'll come to your house and satisfy you."
Reze pouted in dissatisfaction. "Eh... why is that...?"
"Because I already promised Himeno that I'd go to a dinner party with her today."
Notifications chimed again—disappointment, then jealousy.
Hearing Renji's reply about the blindfolded woman from just now, Reze couldn't help but feel a little disappointed, and also a little jealous, but there was nothing she could do.
Reze pouted her pink lips slightly, muttering with a hint of dissatisfaction. "Alright If that's the case, then never mind. But you promised. You must come tomorrow"
"Absolutely. Tomorrow night, I will be in your room, recreating the beach scene for you. I'll name it 'Room 2.0'."
Another notification chimed—longing.
"That's a big boast, Renji. If you think you can still do it this time, then come and try tomorrow. I'll also be prepared in advance. It's not certain who will be crawling all over the floor then."
After speaking, Reze playfully winked at Renji.
Then, without caring about the large patches of sticky white child clinging to her tender feet, she slipped them directly into her shoes, stood up, and walked towards the kitchen.
"Where are you going?"
"To get cleaning tools. All this white child of yours on the floor needs a good wash, or else it'll be discovered."
Renji's gaze followed Reze's figure as she entered the kitchen. He then bent down, his eyes sweeping under the table.
Where Reze had been sitting, a pair of black socks lay scattered on the floor. She had taken them off and thrown them there while preparing for her performance.