"Ah, no... Mr. Fushimi... if this continues, I will... um..."
The lighting in the living room was ambiguous, the sound of water constantly echoing. Minamoto Tamako lay limp on the sofa, covering her mouth, her face flushed, and her pale feet kept struggling in Fushimi Roku's hands.
So strange... Could it be due to the herbal foot bath?
Could Mr. Fushimi have put something strange in there?
Minamoto Tamako's body trembled slightly. Each time Fushimi Roku's fingers passed through her white toes, grazing the smooth instep and massaging the foot's acupressure points, she felt a tingling current climbing from her calf up her spine.
Fushimi Roku didn't expect her to react so intensely. Attacking the kidney reflex zone, why is there such a difference between women and men?
"It's okay, leave it to me. I guarantee the service is in place!"
He had a mischievous intention, playing with Minamoto Tamako's small feet in the warm water.
