"It's fine. If it's Master, I'd be willing to be completely devoured! Besides, Master is an upright person with countless beautiful wives; he probably wouldn't even fancy a tomboy like me."
Her gaze drifted unconsciously to the ceiling; Hojo Miyoko truly did not dare to look at Hoshino Sora's face. At this moment, her heart was beating frighteningly fast. Somehow, caught up in the atmosphere, she had blurted out everything in her heart.
"Alright, since you've already said that much, if I continue to be hesitant and shy, I'll just seem petty."
Looking at Hojo Miyoko's perfect state, Hoshino Sora couldn't help but swallow. She was just too enticing! His gaze drifted downward—a girl wearing shoes on bare feet wasn't something you saw everywhere!
Moreover, the way she looked in a qipao really appealed to him, stirring an impulse that made him want to swallow hard.
"Mmm..."
Lowering her head, she gave a soft reply. Hojo Miyoko suddenly felt her legs go a bit weak. Although she knew her master wouldn't do anything to her... but what if? He was a man too; it wasn't impossible that he might...
Thinking this, Hojo Miyoko's face flushed even redder. However, she didn't feel much panic in her heart. Instead, a trace of anticipation surfaced deep within.
After all, her master was a rare, handsome man in the world, with a great figure and gentle towards her. Rather than letting some unknown guy benefit in the future, it was better to get close and intimate with her master now.
Although he couldn't love her wholeheartedly, she didn't need that much love. Occasional moments like this were already enough to make her very happy. The extra time could be spent fully immersed in studying cuisine!
Under her master's guidance, she could definitely become a world-famous female chef. Then, she could prove to the world that even a female chef could cook top-tier dishes!
Having realized this, Hojo Miyoko had no more reservations about Hoshino Sora, though deep down she was certainly still a bit nervous. After all, she had never been with a man, let alone experienced... *that*.
Due to her 'intense dislike and aversion' towards men, Hojo Miyoko hadn't even read books on that subject. Her impression of men was only vague, something about a 'bad guy' that could... complement shortcomings.
"Anyway, let's go into the room first. You've been busy all night—how about taking a bath first? You're all sweaty. The master bedroom has an en-suite bathroom. Don't worry, I absolutely won't peek."
"Mmm, I know. I'll take a bath before sleeping."
Hearing the words 'take a bath,' Hojo Miyoko's heart jolted. Various images flashed through her mind, though one area remained blank because she had never actually seen it.
To be precise, she was too ashamed to look.
"But before the bath, let me give you a massage first. I don't know if anyone's told you, but my massage skills are really impressive, especially foot massages. Everyone who's had one says they're great!
I'm not boasting, but my skills are much better than those old masters running shops outside! You'll experience it for yourself in a bit."
His gaze once again fell on Hojo Miyoko's bare feet. She had been in the kitchen all night, walking back and forth without socks. What condition would her feet be inside her shoes?
Similarly, various images surfaced in his mind. But the more it was like this, the more he couldn't rush. He had to make her willingly take off her shoes. Being too aggressive would only put her on guard.
Although he could still achieve his goal in the end, seeing the girl shyly and 'reluctantly' take off her shoes was also a kind of enjoyment, satisfying his slightly twisted, perverse psychology.
"Having a master massage his disciple's feet... that's a bit inappropriate, isn't it? And I'm not wearing socks; they might give off a really unpleasant, disgusting smell."
Hearing Hoshino Sora's words, Hojo Miyoko couldn't help but curl her toes, her voice trembling slightly.
Because she wasn't wearing socks, sweat had come into contact with the shoe soles. The chemical reaction inside made Hojo Miyoko's heart race, worried that Hoshino Sora might show a look of disgust.
"It's fine. I've massaged Erina and the others' feet too. Some have even been stuffed in boots all day. Yours is child's play in comparison. Or... do you dislike your master and don't want me to massage your feet?"
As he spoke, Hoshino Sora deliberately put on a sad expression, though the corner of his eye kept observing Hojo Miyoko. After he said this, she clearly panicked a little.
"N-no, that's not it! I'm just a bit shy... Alright, I understand! Then... I'll trouble you, Master..."
Her mind was a bit chaotic, her heart beating frighteningly fast. Hojo Miyoko slowly walked to the bedside and took off her shoes. Instantly, her sweaty little feet appeared before Hoshino Sora.
Making their first appearance, the little feet seemed somewhat shy, pressed tightly together. Because of the sweat, Hojo Miyoko didn't dare place them on the bed, nor did she let them touch the floor, leaving them suspended in mid-air, gently swaying.
"Quick, bring them up! Let me have a good look!"
As he spoke, Hojo Miyoko had already lifted her feet. Paired with her flushed cheeks, it was the best seasoning, pushing the impulse in Hoshino Sora's heart to its limit!
Those sweaty little feet were like boiled eggs just fished out of hot soup, the surface glistening with a fine layer of sweat beads, making the entire foot look slippery, as if coated with a layer of lubricant.
These sweat beads lay quietly on the soles and between the toes, like diligent farmers awaiting the autumn harvest.
These little feet had a slightly yellowish skin tone, like soil long untouched by sunlight, carrying a hint of dullness and simplicity.
Due to extreme nervousness, each toe was curled and clenched, as if maintaining balance on a taut string. Even the slightly yellowish skin showed faint blushes.
They had all stretched and contracted within the cramped space of the shoes, as if narrating the bittersweet experiences of life.
And the sweat that seeped into the shoe uppers, mingling with the leather, created a unique scent—a blend of salty sweat and the deep fragrance of leather, symbolizing diligence and resilience!
"Sorry, I got a bit mesmerized looking. Now, let me show you the technique of a master. I'll make all the fatigue in your body vanish without a trace!"
Looking at such perfect little feet, Hoshino Sora's heart surged with excitement. Realizing he had stared for too long, he first looked up and explained, then focused his mind and began a supremely proper foot massage.
Having been in the kitchen all night, walking back and forth tens of thousands of steps, Hojo Miyoko was absolutely exhausted and weary. Great pressure had accumulated in her feet, urgently needing massage relief.
So Hoshino Sora moved. His technique was sharp, each press landing on Hojo Miyoko's key acupoints, making her gasp in surprise and her body tremble uncontrollably.
This sensation was a mix of pain and pleasure. Her hands gripped the bedsheet tightly as she took deep, sharp breaths, her eyes wide open. She had thought her master had a special fetish for feet, but now it seemed she had overthought it!
When it came to massage, Hoshino Sora was absolutely professional!
Looking at the boy's utterly focused expression, Hojo Miyoko felt guilty for doubting her master. Such a serious and proper master—how could he possibly like a girl's little feet!
He must have been identifying the acupoints on her soles just now!
Although some men indeed had such perverse fetishes, her master definitely wasn't that kind of person! He just saw his disciple was tired, so he condescended to massage her and relieve her stress.
After the pain came extreme comfort. Feeling every cell in her body release, Hojo Miyoko's gaze unconsciously grew hazy.
"Master, thank you."
Her eyes filled with respect and admiration for Hoshino Sora, Hojo Miyoko thanked him in a trembling tone. His spirit of selfless dedication filled her with reverence!
"It's nothing. The pain is over; what's left is comfort. Just close your eyes and enjoy it properly. It's fine even if you fall asleep. At worst, you can take a bath when you wake up tomorrow morning."
"Mmm..."
A soft sound of agreement escaped her nose. Hojo Miyoko closed her eyes, savoring Hoshino Sora's massage. Hoshino Sora, while massaging, also took the opportunity to cop a feel—after all, it was convenient.
As the massage progressed from deep to shallow, a wave of drowsiness washed over Hojo Miyoko. With closed eyes, she gradually lost consciousness, and soon even, steady breathing could be heard.
Seeing this, Hoshino Sora quietly stopped massaging. It had to be said, Hojo Miyoko was very clean. He had thought he might rub off a layer of grime, but his hands came away spotless.
Apart from some sweat, everything was normal.
Swallowing secretly, Hoshino Sora brought his head closer, and then things got out of control. However, Hojo Miyoko was unaware of all this, having already entered a sweet dreamland.
When she woke again, it was already morning. The girl opened her eyes, refreshed, and lazily stretched. The morning sun bathed her body, and through the slightly tight qipao, her excellent figure was perfectly displayed.
"Huh?"
Suddenly, a look of confusion appeared on Hojo Miyoko's face. A soft sensation came from beneath her. At first, she thought it was the bedding, but after waking up, she could clearly feel the texture was different.
"Ah! Master..."
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