"Ugh… Did I pass out from the fumes again?"
When Xiao Yan opened his eyes again, the pungent smell of feet mixed
with the acidic smell of sweat once again flooded his nostrils, making him feel
dizzy again.
He then recalled how Nalan Yanran had shrunk him down, then wrapped
him in stockings and stuffed him into boots.
"Damn, really, I doubt anyone would have guessed that this pretty girl has
such smelly feet!" Xiao Yan cursed inwardly.
What Xiao Yan found even more unbearable was that, in addition to the
stench, the place was also incredibly hot and humid.
Because Nalan Yanran had been cultivating all day, her feet were sweating
profusely and were trapped in her non-breathable boots. Xiao Yan estimated
that the inside of Nalan Yanran's boots was at least 40 degrees Celsius and
filled with moisture from the sweat.
This made Xiao Yan feel very hot and uncomfortable, so he could only take
off his shirt and gasp for breath.
But the more he panted, the more foot odor he inhaled, since there was
practically no other air to breathe here besides Nalan Yanran's sour, smelly
feet.
"No, I have to escape!"
Although Xiao Yan had gotten used to the smell of feet over the past
month, getting used to it didn't mean he liked it. He struggled to escape the
space surrounded by the smell and sweat of feet.
For the past month, Xiao Yan had to endure Nalan Yanran's humiliation
almost every day, and every attempt to escape ended in failure. However, he
was unwilling to give up his efforts to escape, and this time was no different.
Xiao Yan gripped the stockings that bound him tightly with both hands, trying
to tear a hole in them.
However, willpower eventually succumbs to reality, because Xiao Yan's
body is simply too small now. If he were in his normal state, he could easily
tear through the black stockings and escape from this hell of smelly feet. But
now, given his size and strength, the stockings are like layers of spider webs
trapping this tiny insect, incredibly tough. Xiao Yan tried his best, but he
couldn't tear a single hole in the stockings. Instead, his hands were covered
with Yan Yan's sweaty feet, which were stuck to the stockings.
If tearing a hole doesn't work, how about climbing out?
Obviously, it was impossible. Not only was the inside of the boot like a
towering and steep cliff to Xiao Yan, but more importantly, after Yanran threw
herself into the stocking, she tied it in a knot, turning it into a small bag,
leaving Xiao Yan with no way to escape.
Just like his countless previous attempts, he failed again, still trapped in
this cage woven from stockings and the stench of sourness.
Xiao Yan lay helplessly on the sole of the shoe, panting. Looking at this
dark and gloomy place, he struggled and shouted helplessly, but no one could
hear his cries.
He hated himself for being a useless piece of trash, unable even to protect
himself…
Thinking about the humiliation he had suffered every day for the past
month, and the fact that he would have to live in such hell for the rest of his
life, tears involuntarily streamed down Xiao Yan's face. Although his father,
Xiao Zhan, had always taught him that a man should not cry, Xiao Yan's
emotions still sank into sadness and despair under such despair.
Time flies, and the night passed quickly.
The next day, after Nalan Yanran woke up and quickly washed up, she
immediately went back to the bedside and took Xiao Yan out of the boot.
At this moment, Xiao Yan was still fast asleep inside Nalan Yanran's black
stockings. He had exhausted himself after a night of tossing and turning.
Nalan Yanran smiled as she looked at Xiao Yan, who was lying
unconscious at the bottom of his black stockings. Then she stretched out a
finger and started flicking Xiao Yan, saying, "Wake up, you good-for-nothing
Xiao family member!"
Nalan Yanran kept calling out to Xiao Yan and flicking his shrunken body
with her slender fingers, which quickly woke up the unconscious Xiao Yan.
"Nalan Yanran! A scholar can be killed but not humiliated! If you have the
guts, kill me, otherwise one day I will definitely avenge everything you have
done to me today!"
Upon waking, Xiao Yan recalled his ordeal. The tiny boy struggled and
roared angrily inside Nalan Yanran's black stockings. His furious, teethgritting rage delighted Nalan Yanran, who loved watching Xiao Yan's
powerless rage.
"Hehe? You want to die? I'm afraid it won't be that easy. You've offended
me, how could I let you off so easily? Today I'm going to my master's place to
cultivate for another day, so you'll just have to keep me company in these
stuffy boots~" After saying that, Nalan Yanran grabbed the top of the black
stockings with her fingers and lifted her foot.
"No!!! No!!!"
Xiao Yan naturally knew what was going to happen next. He had been
taken away from the Xiao family in this way before. Although he had been
treated like this by Yanran almost every day for the past month, Xiao Yan was
still terrified of her.
As expected, Nalan Yanran stretched out her stockings and put them on
her feet. Just like countless times before, Xiao Yan would soon be "wearing"
into Nalan Yanran's smelly stockings and forced to become her insoles. Just
thinking about what Nalan Yanran had said earlier, "I have to cultivate for
another day," Xiao Yan felt a chill run down his spine.
However, no matter how much Xiao Yan struggled and refused, he could
not change Nalan Yanran's decision. Soon, the black stockings that had been
worn for three days without being washed were put on her beautiful feet
again, and poor Xiao Yan was pressed tightly against Nalan Yanran's arch.
Now Xiao Yan and Nalan Yanran's feet were truly in zero-distance contact.
From Xiao Yan's perspective, the lines on Nalan Yanran's arches are clearly
visible.
Of course, since it was morning, Nalan Yanran hadn't yet engaged in a day
of cultivation and exercise, so her feet weren't particularly smelly yet.
However, based on his past experience, Xiao Yan knew perfectly well that with
continued cultivation and exercise, the odor from Nalan Yanran's feet would
soon become extremely unpleasant…
As Xiao Yan's vision once again faded into darkness, Nalan Yanran pulled
her stockings up to her thighs and then put on her boots.
She strolled out of the cave and arrived at the Yunlan Sect Square.
Along the way, male disciples of the Yunlan Sect kept greeting Nalan
Yanran. After all, in their eyes, Nalan Yanran was an unapproachable goddess.
But no one knew that there was someone in their goddess's boot in a state of
being worse than dead.
At this moment, Xiao Yan could gradually feel the temperature of Nalan
Yanran's feet rising, and at the same time, the odor inside her boots was getting
stronger and stronger, and the humidity in the air was getting higher and
higher.
The short walk from the back mountain to the square was enough to make
Nalan Yanran's feet sweat, a fact that even she herself could feel.
Nalan Yanran, who was originally quite troubled by her sweaty feet,
suddenly felt all her unhappiness disappear when she thought about that goodfor-nothing from the Xiao family enjoying her sweaty feet inside her boots.
Nalan Yanran continued walking forward, while Xiao Yan was already
having some difficulty breathing.
He was currently trapped in Nalan Yanran's arch. Because Nalan Yanran's
arch was quite prominent, the curved space there provided Xiao Yan with a
temporary place to stay.
However, as the internal temperature and humidity increased, Xiao Yan
clearly felt that Nalan Yanran's feet were gradually becoming smelly.
At the beginning of the morning, after Naran Yanran's boots had cooled
down throughout the day, Xiao Yan found that the scent was similar to floral
fragrance, quite mild and pleasant.
But as time went on, Xiao Yan noticed that Nalan Yanran's feet smelled like
yogurt. Later, he felt they smelled a bit like tomato-flavored potato chips.
Although they were smelly, they were accompanied by the female hormones of
a vibrant young woman, which made Xiao Yan's little brother, who had already
ejaculated seven or eight times yesterday, hard again.
Xiao Yan began to doubt himself once again: "Could my sexual orientation
have been changed by Nalan Yanran? How could I like the smell of her feet?
This is too humiliating…" Xiao Yan forcibly suppressed the urge to masturbate
in Nalan Yanran's shoes while thinking of a solution. "No, I have to find a way
out… I've got it!"
Xiao Yan realized that he was currently positioned right in the arch of
Nalan Yanran's foot, which is usually the most sensitive and ticklish spot on a
girl's foot.
In the past, when he played with his cousin Xiao Yu, he would always tickle
her feet to make her submit. Now, he wondered if Nalan Yanran's feet were
ticklish.
So Xiao Yan directly grabbed Nalan Yanran's soles with his hands.
Knowing his small size, Xiao Yan used a lot of force, his hands scratching
wildly at Nalan Yanran's soles, even enduring the strong smell of her feet to
gnaw on them, trying to make her feel uncomfortable.
Xiao Yan's choice was correct.
Nalan Yanran was practicing swordsmanship under Yun Yun's guidance
when she suddenly felt an intense itch on the soles of her feet. The sensation
was somewhat similar to an ant crawling into her shoe and biting her soles.
This caused Nalan Yanran to cry out "Ah!" and even make mistakes in her hand
movements.
"Yanran? What's wrong? Are you alright?"
Yun Yun, who was giving instructions from the side, sensed that something
was wrong with Nalan Yanran, so she asked her a few questions with some
concern.
"No…uh…hiss…Teacher, I'm fine!"
Nalan Yanran frowned and indicated that she was fine, but in reality, she
was furious!
She never expected that Xiao Yan would dare to rebel against her even
inside her boots, and that he would even use this tickling method!
Unfortunately, Nalan Yanran was the kind of girl whose feet were
extremely ticklish, and she couldn't stand Xiao Yan's antics at all.
Nalan Yanran stomped her feet on the ground in anger, but this did
nothing to relieve the itching; on the contrary, it only made Xiao Yan scratch
even harder inside her boots…
She was absolutely furious. Not only was the intense itching on the soles of
her feet unbearable, but she also couldn't take off her boots and dump Xiao
Yan in front of the teacher. She didn't want anyone to know that she had
kidnapped the young master of the Xiao family to use as a shoe insole.
"Ugh… You bastard! You stinky dog dared to tickle my soles!! I'll deal with
you when I get back… Ouch, it really itches… Ugh…" Nalan Yanran could only
endure the itch while continuing to practice. She couldn't concentrate, and her
movements kept making mistakes, which made her teacher, Yun Yun, shake
her head in disapproval.
"Yanran, what's wrong with you today? Why are you so distracted?"
"Teacher, I…I'm fine…" Nalan Yanran pretended to be strong while
launching a counterattack against Xiao Yan inside her boot.
Xiao Yan, who was doing whatever he wanted to Nalan Yanran's arches,
suddenly felt those huge jade feet start rubbing frantically!
Nalan Yanran kept twisting her feet, her beautiful legs stomping and
grinding on the ground.
Nalan Yanran miscalculated. She didn't realize that it was the curve of her
arch that gave Xiao Yan a place to hide. As long as Xiao Yan held tightly to the
bottom of Nalan Yanran's stockings at the arch, he wouldn't be crushed no
matter how her foot twisted.
At this moment, Xiao Yan had firmly grasped the initiative. His attack
range extended from the soles of Nalan Yanran's feet to the insteps of her feet,
which were the places where this little devil was most ticklish.
Moreover, Xiao Yan would scratch for a while and then stop, and when
Nalan Yanran felt the itch subside and tried to concentrate, he would scratch
her again, tormenting her to no end.
Of course, Xiao Yan was also suffering from the strong scent emanating
from Nalan Yanran's feet.
Because of her cultivation, Nalan Yanran's feet were sweating profusely,
and Xiao Yan's body was pressed tightly against her feet. As a result, Xiao Yan's
entire body was now soaked in Nalan Yanran's foot sweat, and his mouth and
nose were filled with a strong, sour smell of foot sweat.
Xiao Yan also felt that he was about to reach his limit. If he didn't come out
soon, he was afraid that he would really be suffocated by the fumes in Nalan
Yanran's shoes.
So Xiao Yan increased the intensity again. He lay down and slid his limbs
across Nalan Yanran's arches, causing Nalan Yanran, who was practicing, a
great ticklish sensation!
"It itches so much… I really want to take my shoes off… I can't stand it
anymore!!!"
While practicing a difficult move, Nalan Yanran suddenly couldn't stand
the tickling sensation on the soles of her feet and cried out. She fell to the
ground, dropping the sword in her hand!
"Yanran! Are you alright?" Yun Yun, who was standing nearby, saw Nalan
Yanran fall and rushed over to help her up.
Nalan Yanran couldn't take it anymore. She simply couldn't continue her
cultivation today. All she wanted to do was hurry back and take Xiao Yan out
of the shoe.
"Teacher, I'm sorry… I'm really not feeling well today, so I'd like to go back
and rest. Let's end today's class here." Nalan Yanran made up an excuse for Yun
Yun.
"Sigh, alright, since you're not feeling well today, go back and rest. You
should take good care of yourself no matter what."
Yun Yun wasn't surprised when Nalan Yanran said that. Since she wasn't
feeling well, taking a day off was perfectly fine.
Anyway, Nalan Yanran usually acts like a well-behaved girl in front of Yun
Yun and the other elders of Yunlan Sect, so no one would believe that she was
lying.