Foot Worship Chapter 12

The car stopped with an announcement that I had arrived at my destination. As I went to undo my seatbelt and open the door, Jerome stopped me, opened the driver’s side door, and stepped out. Then, he walked over to the passenger side and opened the car door for me. I stepped out of the car, unable to even lift my head from embarrassment. A biting wind brushed against my body. Jerome pulled my jacket to pull the front flaps together and cupped my cheeks with both hands. My stiff, tight lips softened at his gentle warmth. I felt sad to be parting with him like this.

“Thank you for dropping me off.”

Jerome gently stroked my cheek, rolling his tongue inside his mouth as if thinking about something. Watching his cheek bulge and then sink, I found myself uselessly following suit, rolling my own tongue inside my mouth.

“Jin, about the decision to try a light play during one of our three meetings.”

“Yes.”

“How about we do it when we meet next? Originally, I intended to do it on the third meeting, but I can’t hold back anymore. You can refuse if you don’t feel like it.”

My heart felt like it was beating faster all of a sudden. I was just as unable to hold back as he was. Having already savored his body in my mind countless times, I was thrilled by this suggestion. I bit down on my lips and nodded slowly. Jerome’s hand dropped from my shoulder to my arm, then he gripped my hand and pulled strongly. The distance of two steps shrunk instantly.

“I’d like the location to be my place, if that’s alright?”

“May I go there?”

“I would like you to come, Jin.”

My heart seemed to melt silently at his voice, whispering against the shell of my ear. What is he, a human or a fox? I wondered how anyone could resist a man who came at you with the full intention of seducing you. In fact, my mind had been in shambles from the moment he said he couldn’t hold back. I took a step back, fearing I might accidentally make a mistake, but he pulled me close by the waist as if to say he wouldn’t even tolerate that. A subtle scent lingered at the tip of my nose.

“I’ll let you know the address the day before we meet. And I would like us to settle most of the coordination through messages or calls beforehand. Like the safe word, or things you definitely want me to do during play.”

What would it look like when a murky, dark desire filled the mysterious eyes of this man who always maintained a gentle demeanor? Would he be wild, or would he be polite? Just imagining it took my breath away. Then, I suddenly remembered that our relationship was still completely undefined. Perhaps this would be the first and last time.

“Jerome, I’m not sure how this will sound to you, but,”

“What is it?”

“Whether it’s a day, two days, or a week, I’d like you to treat me and think of me as your sub.”

“It sounds like you want to be under daily control. Did I understand you correctly?”

“…That’s right. After we play, we might not be compatible, or Jerome might be disappointed, and if it ends like this, there really won’t be another chance.”

Jerome stroked my earlobe and chuckled. It was a laugh of certainty, as if there was no way that could happen. The personality I had grasped while talking to him a moment ago was the type with a strong desire for conquest. He seemed to have a high level of arousal from conquering and making those who appeared stronger than him obey—not through simple physical force, but through overwhelming authority and atmosphere. So, it was natural that his interest or affection for me would be high. Because to anyone, I looked much stronger than Jerome.

But reality is different. I might not be as attractive as he thought, so I had to make my demands while there was an opportunity. Jerome didn’t speak for a long time while fiddling with my ear. I felt discouraged, wondering if I had made an awkward request.

“If you aren’t inclined to,”

“A day or two feels too short, and a week is a bit ambiguous—let’s set the limit until the next time we meet and try it.”

“…Yes, I’d like that.”

“You’re so happy—do you even know what you’re being controlled for?”

“Anything.”

I grinned, pursed my lips, and blew a soft puff of air. I just loved being with Jerome. His gentle tone, the way he looked at me, and his constant consideration for me made my heart flutter for no reason. However, the biting midwinter wind blew fiercely, as if to disrupt us, leaving my cheeks tingling. Jerome checked the time on his wristwatch and released his hand from my waist.

“Go on in now.”

“…Yes.”

“From now on, when I contact you, reply within 10 minutes at the latest. I’m giving you plenty of time out of consideration for your social stability and face, so don’t upset me with unnecessary stubbornness or nonsense.”

“Yes.”

“And if you wear clothes like this one more time, you’re really going to be in trouble. Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

I bowed my head to say goodbye and turned slowly. Hearing no footsteps behind me, I thought he must be watching me. I thought about looking back, but I decided against it, fearing it would only leave me feeling unsettled.

I entered the house, stripped off my clothes immediately, and headed to the bathroom. I stepped into the shower booth and turned on the water, but soon shut it off and jumped back out. Then, I took my phone out of my jacket pocket and went into the bathroom. I peered around the shower booth and placed my phone on the soap dish. I intentionally placed the phone in plain sight, fearing I might miss Jerome’s call.

I washed away the cold and accumulated fatigue under the pouring warm water. Daily control was generally conducted according to the Dom’s tendencies. While some people controlled everything down to the smallest detail, others only received simple daily reports. My heart pounded with anticipation about how Jerome would control my daily life. Naturally, my hand drifted downward. My body, teased by Jerome, demanded release. Just as I was about to wrap my hand around my member, a short beep sounded in the bathroom. I immediately shut off the water and grabbed the phone.

「No hand-playing for a while until I give you permission, so keep your hands down.」

I was startled and scanned the bathroom corner to corner with my eyes. Of course, it was my own bathroom, so nothing was installed. How did he know? Like a defeated soldier who had lost his will to fight, I replied that I understood while aching in frustration. I stared longingly at my half-erect state and finished washing my body.

Wearing a robe and rubbing my wet hair with a towel, I exited the bathroom. I hadn’t even had an elaborate play session, just a meal combined with a test of the waters, yet I felt exhausted. I threw the towel into the laundry basket and picked up the clothes dropped on the floor. Then, I spotted the shirt and scrunched up my face.

I nervously balled up my pants and shirt together and shoved them into the trash can. I really didn’t want to see them ever again.

I dragged my exhausted body and got off the elevator. I was on my way back after providing security support for the idol group W’s concert. My head throbbed and my ears were muffled from the noise I’d been exposed to all day. I only had one thought: I wanted to crawl into bed as soon as possible.

Worn out by fatigue, I couldn’t even open my eyes properly to unlock the door. However, the moment I opened the door, there was a dragging sound. Only then did I open my eyes properly and scan the floor. A small delivery box was sitting forlornly in front of the entrance.

Groaning, I bent my waist to pick up the box. It was a suspicious delivery; the recipient was accurately written as Park Beomjin, but there was no sender. I scratched the corner of my eye with my fingernails and shook the box slightly. A dull sound seemed to come from inside. For now, I tucked the box under my arm and went inside.

I tossed the box onto the dining table and threw off the stifling clothes that had been binding my body. My body, which had been abused by suits and dress shoes all day, felt like it was screaming. I was going to wash up anyway, so I stripped completely down to my underwear, pulled the box over, and examined it from all sides again.

It was suspicious, but given that ‘Park Beomjin’ was written so accurately, it was definitely sent by someone who knew me. I tended to use the name ‘Jin’ much more often than my real name, ‘Park Beomjin.’ There was no one who called me Park Beomjin unless they were very close to me.

I removed the tape and opened the box; inside, there was something wrapped in black plastic. I felt the object through the plastic and tore it open immediately. A dull object dropped onto the table with a thud.

“Ah, shit—what kind of crazy bastard is this?”