Foot Worship Chapter 14

―Hold your breath.

It truly felt like his lower body was pressing down on my face. I imagined the humiliating feeling and shame of him mounting me, the distinct scent, and the sensation of Jerome’s lower body, wrapped in thin fabric, rubbing mercilessly against my face. Panting as if I were losing my breath, I moved my already damp organ quickly.

If only his lower body were actually pressing down on my face, if only he would clearly imprint my humiliating position on me, if only he would ruthlessly tighten his grip on my breath. The wet sound of skin rubbing against skin echoed in the empty living room.

Caught in the sensation of his lower body pressing against my face in my imagination, I kept my lips tightly sealed and let out only stifled moans.

―Good boy, you can breathe now.

“Hic, haa.”

―Do you want to smell my skin? Like the smell of my dick or my groin?

“Hic, ah! Yes! I want to, smell your skin. Ugh.”

―I’ll open it up for you, so go ahead and smell.

Ah, shit, my head felt like it was going to explode. I couldn’t tell if this was reality or imagination. As my hand moved faster, my chest repeatedly swelled and sank abnormally. Ugh, just a little… just a little more. Hic!

I imagined him while gasping through my nose. The feeling of skin rubbing against body hair, the sensation of those intimate parts brushing against my lips and nose—somehow, I felt like he wouldn’t have a wild, masculine scent, but rather a soft, gentle, almost condensed-milk-like scent.

I couldn’t hold it anymore. As I moved my hand rapidly, my hips lifted slightly into the air. I reached my climax, imagining that I was biting his intimate parts without permission. I gasped at the stark sensation and looked at the liquid wetting my palm. My semen seemed a bit thicker just from holding back for a few days.

―You have no manners. You came on your own without my permission.

“…I’m sorry, I am so sorry.”

―I’ll let it slide since it’s the first time, but from now on, make sure you get my permission before you come.

“…Haa, yes.”

I looked around for a tissue. I saw a tissue box under the table. Just as I was about to crawl toward it, his voice flew into my ear.

―Now, take a picture and send it.

“W…what?”

―Do you not understand what I meant by checking your homework? If you’ve done your homework, you have to submit the results for me to evaluate them.

“…”

―Right now.

I had no choice but to turn on the camera app, take a picture of my hand stained with body fluids, and send it. My face was already a mess, flushed as red as if it were about to burst. I wiped my hand with a tissue and laid face down on the floor. I didn’t have any energy left, but perhaps because I had been listening to his voice, I missed Jerome for no reason. I didn’t want to meet to do anything; I just wanted to see his face and have a cup of coffee. But because of the promise of three meetings, it was difficult to see him casually.

―It seems you’ve held back well. Since you’re commendable, as a reward, I’ll let you include one play you’ve been wanting to try. Don’t pick something basic since we’re doing that anyway.

“Can I ask for something else instead of that?”

―Tell me.

“Can we meet right now?”

I spent the whole day lying in bed and only managed to get up after the sun went down. It was too late to go to the gym, so I took out my sweat suit from the drawer and pulled on a ball cap. As I stepped out the front door, I sent a message to Jerome saying I was going to work out.

I put my phone in an armband and walked toward the park. My head felt like it was going to explode, filled entirely with Jerome. Last night, he had refused my proposal to meet.

“I can’t guarantee I won’t do anything if we meet now.”

“I don’t care.”

“If we do that, there’s no point in setting a number of meetings. And,”

“…”

“I’m also a bit aroused right now, so I really don’t want to make a mistake with Jin.”

At the word “mistake,” I snapped back to reality. In truth, we were in a relationship where we couldn’t do anything based solely on emotions. Because we were people who couldn’t find satisfaction in ordinary sex, we needed various agreements and consents before getting into bed. Impulsive meetings without any preparation were dangerous for both of us.

“I don’t know how Jin feels, but I don’t take this relationship lightly. That’s why I don’t want to make any mistakes.”

“…I was short-sighted.”

“Jin.”

“…”

“If you want to meet me at any time, we just need to develop this relationship. Into a relationship where my desires aren’t an obstacle.”

I let out a deep sigh and slowly began to walk the track. Perhaps our meetings were a stepping stone to developing a relationship. However, the problem was that we wanted different things. What Jerome wanted was a D/s dating relationship based on being lovers, and what I wanted was a “Mister” who could control me. And that could be achieved with a standard D/s contract. If this wasn’t agreed upon, we couldn’t meet.

Honestly, I still didn’t understand the “dating D/s” relationship. How could it be a vertical relationship during play and a horizontal one in daily life? If feelings of love were mixed in, one would feel hurt over even a small incident, and those emotions would accumulate, eventually leading to arguments or fights. If that happened, the relationship would soon come to an end. To me, it seemed impossible for a Dom and a Sub to maintain a horizontal relationship while also being sexually involved. I wanted to maintain my relationship with Jerome for a long time if I could. I didn’t want to drift away from him over trivial arguments. That was exactly why I wanted a relationship that existed only for dominance and submission.

Of course, I know that some people make dating D/s work for a long time. Goo Jihoon, for instance, is very satisfied with his. So, this was purely my own problem.

I shook my head a few times to clear my thoughts and started running the track in earnest. I only slowed my pace after running four laps of the 2.5km track without stopping. My whole body was drenched in sweat, and sweat was pouring down my face like rain. My ears stung in the bitter cold. I gasped for air and headed home.

Just as I was opening the front door, my phone rang. I took the phone out of the armband and answered it.

“Why.”

―Come out for a drink.

“I don’t want to.”

―Haeyi says he wants to see you.

“Haeyi? Where are you?”

―Come to Black.

I slipped on my robe and exited the bathroom, rubbing my wet hair with a towel. I felt a flutter of excitement at the thought of meeting Haeyi after a long time. Kwon Haeyi had many titles: Kwon Raewon’s younger brother, Goo Jihoon’s Queen, and a South Korean actor. He boasted perfection, lacking nothing in beauty, wealth, or personality. He was the most ideal Mister I could think of.

Kwon Haeyi always handled a murderous schedule, but he never once neglected Goo Jihoon. He always cared for him with affection and interest, pouring his love into him. Goo Jihoon, for his part, obeyed Kwon Haeyi’s instructions no matter what happened. That was why the difficult relationship between the two was maintained so harmoniously.

I grabbed my car keys, put them in my pocket, and picked up my phone. There was no word from Jerome. Perhaps he was busy, as he hadn’t even read the message I sent earlier. I tapped the phone screen with my fingernail and sent a message saying I was going out because I had plans with friends.

Just as I got into the car and started the engine, Jerome called. I cleared my throat and pressed the call button.

“Hello.”

―Are you going out to drink?

“Yes.”

―Those friends from before?

“Yes.”

―What about yesterday… never mind. Don’t drink too much, and let me know when you get in.

I stared blankly at the screen indicating the call had ended, then increased my speed. I knew I was acting petty toward Jerome because of what happened yesterday. In fact, there was nothing wrong with what he said at all. If we want to meet comfortably, we have to take a step forward from this awkward, temporary relationship and define where we stand in some way. Whether we become lovers or strangers. But that’s not as easy as it sounds. It’s a problem that can only be solved if one of us gives in—either I give in or Jerome gives in—but since both of our positions were firm, that was the issue.

For the first time in a while, Kwon Raewon, Goo Jihoon, and Kwon Haeyi were all together in one place. Since it was very rare for us to get together like this because Kwon Haeyi had so many overseas schedules, I tipped my glass with a joyful heart. But as the empty bottles piled up on the table, my mood hit rock bottom.