Foot Worship Chapter 13

A small-sized dildo lay scattered on the dining table. Suppressing my rising anger, I used only two fingers to pick it up and hold it under the light. The words “Taste Workshop” were engraved under the handle.

Without a second of hesitation, I threw the dildo into the trash can. Taste Workshop was a famous company that produced dildos modeled after actual genitalia. Therefore, this meant this dildo was modeled after someone’s real organ. I felt disgusted.

It was obvious who had sent it. The only person around me who would pull a prank like this was Goo Jihoon. Should I kill this bastard or let him live? But because my body and mind were exhausted, I put off dealing with the trouble for later.

I took a protein shake out of the refrigerator, drank it, and went into the bathroom. I wetted my hair, which I had fixed in place with product, and tousled it. I shouldn’t have agreed to Park Jaekwang’s request in the first place.

I thought I would only have to help for a day, but because there was no staff to work, I was stuck being called out for the three days the concert was held.

Thanks to that, it was difficult to even exchange messages with Jerome, let alone talk on the phone. Jerome said he understood because it was work, but I was very displeased with this situation. Still, I couldn’t refuse the request of my senior, Jaekwang, so I was just annoyed left and right.

Standing under the showerhead, getting hit by the water, I mindlessly wrapped my hand around my organ. But soon, I scowled and shook my hand away. Masturbation was the very first thing Jerome had restricted when he started my daily control. Thanks to that, I was in the middle of a forced abstinence I hadn’t signed up for. As fatigue accumulated, my sexual desire piled up as well, and the urge to release it reached the top of my head.

I let my shoulders slump and rubbed the steamed-up, foggy mirror with my hand. Being stripped of the freedom to masturbate made my nerves extremely sensitive. It would be nice if I could use Jerome as a fantasy to get off just once. It was something I desperately wanted, but since my “temporary Mister” wouldn’t allow it, there was nothing I could do.

I finished my shower and, without even drying my body, came out and flopped onto the bed. I could feel the moisture from my body and hair being absorbed into the bedding, but I didn’t want to do anything right now. My eyelids opened and closed slowly.

That was when it happened. A phone rang in the distance. What time is it? Reflexively, I lifted my head and looked at the clock. Jerome had called me while I was in a rush to leave work a little while ago. He had said he would call me in 30 minutes when I told him I was driving.

I scrambled to my feet and ran out of the room. I found my phone in the clothes that had been thrown haphazardly on the living room floor and grabbed it.

“He, hello.”

—What are you doing?

“I just finished washing up.”

—You must be tired. Does that mean you don’t have to go out for security work anymore?

“Yes. For the time being.”

—But why is there no strength in your voice?

Listening to Jerome’s voice, the sexual desire I had been trying to suppress surged. Without realizing it, I moved my hand down and kneaded my slightly stimulated organ. I’d sleep like a baby if I could just get off once. I bit my tongue until it hurt and pulled my hand away.

—Jin?

I came to my senses at the sound of him calling me and sat up. I tucked the phone between my ear and cheek, took out my robe, and put it on.

“Yes.”

—Shall we check your homework?

“…Homework check?”

I tilted my head, thinking back to the messages I had exchanged with Jerome since the morning. Jerome was receiving reports only on my waking up, going to sleep, and meals, out of consideration for me working in a fluid environment. Did I forget to report a meal?

I had sent a photo of my shake for breakfast and received a call from Jerome immediately. I had been scolded for not filling my stomach with anything more than a shake, so for lunch, I had intentionally ordered a luxury lunchbox. It was quite a lavish lunchbox that included grilled abalone, bacon-wrapped vegetables, pumpkin salad, various salted seafood, bulgogi, and fruit. Did I forget to send a photo? Startled, I took the phone away from my ear and checked my text messages. In the chat window where we exchanged messages, the photo of the lunchbox I had eaten was clearly visible. Then what is it? No matter how much I racked my brain, nothing came to mind.

—I’m going to check your homework to see if you’ve been behaving well without playing with yourself.

“Yes?”

—What are you wearing right now?

“…A, a robe.”

I clutched my gaping robe and blinked with a blank look on my face. It was only after chewing on his words a few times that I understood the meaning and pulled my lips into a grin. It worked out well, as I had been wanting to get off anyway. Cheering inwardly, I waited for him to hang up. But,

—Get on your knees on the floor.

“Excuse me? W, wait a second. After we hang, hang up the phone, I will take care of it,”

—Then there’s no point in checking the homework. Listen to me obediently before I switch this to a video call.

I gnawed on my innocent lips and, having no other choice, knelt on the floor. I kept thinking, Is this right?, but I couldn’t bring myself to disobey him. Ever since that time I promised Jerome we would meet three times, an invisible vertical relationship had formed between us. An incomplete dependency—I don’t know how our relationship will change in the future, but for now, I had no choice but to be faithful to this situation.

—Can you cum by shaking only the front without poking the back?

“…”

—I asked if you can cum by only touching your dick, are you not going to answer my question?

I was speechless and couldn’t say a word. It was a choice of explicit words that shattered the image of Jerome I had in my head in an instant. Jerome was a gentle, soft, and considerate person. I had often imagined what kind of play such a person would do, but only soft play ever came to mind. At most, light spanking or bondage?

But this situation was completely opposite to what I had expected. I didn’t know that he, who seemed like he would only choose pretty words, would use words like ‘dick’ or ‘poke.’ My stomach churned with anticipation. I quietly inhaled and gripped the phone tighter.

“…I, I can.”

—It’s a bit surprising that you can cum by only touching the front. It’s not that you’ve never used the back, right?

“It’s not that, but usually, I’m used to solving it by using only the front.”

To be honest, I had never properly used the back. I had reached climax more often by directly stimulating my organ than by cumming from the back being pressed. I had never even felt a multiple orgasm. It was uncharted territory.

—Then, is your imagination good?

“I’m not sure about that.”

—Close your eyes.

I looked around once and slowly lowered my eyelids. Then, Jerome’s face naturally floated into my mind. He was holding the phone to his ear in comfortable attire. I wonder if he’s naked? I stripped his clothes off as I pleased, but when I couldn’t imagine it well, I put them back on. A short, dry laugh escaped me.

—Focus on my voice from now on. You are to act and imagine exactly as I say.

“…Yes.”

—Take off the robe and lie on the floor. Slowly rub your dick with your hand while keeping your mouth shut and breathing only through your nose.

“Yes.”

I lay out long on the floor, raised my knees, and spread them. Then, I moved my hand down and wrapped it around my organ. Blood rushed to my lower body, and my thighs and abdomen felt stiff.

—Now, I’m going to mount Jin’s face. I’m only wearing drawers. Breathe deeply. Keep moving your hand.

Ah… A low moan escaped my lips. I tried to control my breathing, which was scattered by the excitement, and took deep breaths as he ordered. Dry saliva went down my throat. In an instant, I was lying before him. And I faced Jerome’s face looking down at me while wearing only a pair of drawers. He seemed to be smiling, but he also seemed to have a dissatisfied expression.

Jerome placed his feet next to my ears and slowly lowered his body. Without realizing it, my nostrils flared on their own. He sat on my face and crushed me as he pleased. My nose was pressed flat, and my lips brushed against his skin and parted against my will.

“Haa, haa…”

The hand wrapping around my organ moved faster. I curled my toes tightly and shifted my hips, muscles tense. Because pre-cum had leaked out and wetted my palm, the frictional sound of the rubbing sounded erotic.

—You must not stick out your tongue or open your mouth without my permission. How does it feel to have your face crushed by my ass?

“…!”

—If you liked golden, I would have pissed on you, but that’s a shame. How should I treat you?

“Hic, ah, please apply pressure.”