Though Ho Fei-yu had intended to withdraw his hand, after witnessing such scenery, he couldn't bring himself to leave. His palm remained instinctively on Mitsuko Gunma's slender waist, his eyes fixed unblinkingly on the winding curves accentuated by her tight yoga pants.
After two and a half minutes of internal struggle, Ho Fei-yu finally succumbed to his primal nature. He made a decision that betrayed his conscience: he would launch a "night raid" while she was asleep, keeping it brief enough to avoid waking her.
With the guilt of a thief, he looked up at Mitsuko's face. Seeing her tranquil expression and steady breathing, he grew bolder. Although their relationship was already intimate, this clandestine act felt strangely different—like playing around in class while the teacher's back was turned: tense, exhilarating, and forbidden.
Shifting his gaze back to her rounded peach-like buttocks and the deep crevasse hidden between them, his hand began to slide slowly downward. Even as he moved, he continued to apply gentle pressure, partly to relieve her muscle tension and partly as a smokescreen to finish his business undetected.
When his hands finally fully cupped the mounds of white jade, he subconsciously held his breath. He checked her face again; seeing no reaction, his ten fingers exerted a bit more force. Instantly, the marvelous sensation of warm, soft, and elastic flesh flooded his brain through his fingertips.
"Mmm..."
Whether his fingers were too forceful or Mitsuko's body was simply too sensitive, a delicate moan escaped her lips. Terrified, Ho Fei-yu immediately loosened his grip. Fortunately, she didn't wake up; she simply shifted her sleeping posture.
He waited in silence for a long moment before letting out a slow breath. Was it over? He looked at his palms, the wonderful sensation still lingering. No! Since he had chosen this path, he had to see it through. Quitting was not the way of a man.
Touching her again and feeling that perfection, he knew his persistence was justified. Perhaps this "second wave" of bravery allowed his soul to ascend; he became even more daring. His fingers were no longer hesitant but moved rhythmically, like a pianist performing a masterpiece.
When the "song" ended, he snapped back to reality and lifted his hands. He had nearly lost himself in the pleasure. He had to be stealthy; if Mitsuko realized what was happening, the magic of the moment would vanish.
Auntie Mitsuko is truly exhausted; she didn't wake up even with all that movement, he thought. He didn't notice that behind her shoulder, Mitsuko's long eyelashes trembled ever so slightly.
Ho Fei-yu's hand rested on those rounded curves once more, but this time, after a few playful strokes, he prepared to move toward his true destination: her feet, wrapped in white socks.
Following the perfect arc formed by her buttocks and thighs, he explored downward until he reached the "treasure." Since Mitsuko was lying face down, her feet were positioned with the soles up and the tops down, leaving her beautifully arched soles fully exposed to his view.
His hand gently grasped her soft heels. The white socks were damp with sweat, feeling sticky to the touch. The moisture caused the fabric to cling to her skin, making the faint pink flesh of her feet visible—like a flower bud peeking through its petals.
He admired them for a while. His thumb traced the arch toward her toes, moving with extreme caution. Unlike the buttocks, the soles were highly sensitive; one wrong move could wake her. If anyone asked why he didn't go straight for the toes, he would say he lived for the thrill of the heartbeat.
Finally, he arrived safely. He took her five toes into his hand; they were soft, springy, and warm from the sweat. Holding them made him think of legendary white jade, though he shook his head—even a priceless treasure couldn't compare to this.
As Mitsuko remained still, Ho Fei-yu became even more unscrupulous. He lifted her foot like a puppeteer controlling a marionette. He wanted a bigger challenge: to see if he could complete a series of bold acts without waking her.
He leaned down, bringing his face close to the soft jade, and inhaled deeply. A unique, youthful fragrance flooded his nose like aged wine; the more he inhaled, the more intoxicated he became. A look of pure ecstasy appeared on his face.
After a long time, he reluctantly looked up. Was he finished? Of course not. His sense of smell was satisfied, but his sense of taste was screaming like a hungry infant.
He opened his mouth and bit down on the pink toes visible through the white socks. A salty, wet flavor spread through his mouth. The soaked socks clung to her feet like perfectly meshed gears, allowing him to feel every contour of her toes.
He focused entirely on the rounded tips, the long shafts of the toes, and the narrow gaps between them. Though the white fiber was a bit coarse, the tenderness that followed was delicious. It was "bitter first, sweet later."
The feast lasted twenty minutes. Once his taste buds were satisfied, he finally pulled away. Is she faking it? he wondered. He had expected such intense movements to wake her, yet she hadn't reacted at all. He decided to test her with a final, mischievous act.
He reached out and slowly peeled the white socks down past her calves. Her exquisite, carved-jade feet were fully revealed. The blue veins on the instep and the pink nails made them look even more tempting. Without the barrier of the socks, the rich fragrance hit him even harder.