High School of the Dead Feet

After escaping from the battle, you found shelter in an abandoned house a few blocks away from the police cruiser. The previous occupants of this household were missing, having taken everything of value and rushing to flee the country in wake of this outbreak. With no one able to object to your presence here, there was now only a single worry on your mind – Saeko.

Gone was the confident, mature persona that you came to adore. Saeko was a dejected husk of her former self, and you had suspicions as to the reason for this. This was likely a problem that plagued your companion for the entirety of her teenage years, but there was little to insinuate beyond that. The rest you needed to hear from Saeko personally. You searched the kitchen, locating a chilled bottle of water from the still-functional refrigerator. This was enough. Water bottle in hand, you returned to the living room where Saeko had gone to rest after arriving. She sat on the couch in the middle of the room, her shadowy figure inscribed by the vibrant, white static of the television perched in front of the couch. Based on the insecure glances she gave you upon returning, you could tell that Saeko was humiliated by this event. She knew that you sought an explanation.

You took a seat beside Saeko on the couch, handing her the chilled bottle of water. “Thanks.” Her voice was soft and withdrawn, hinting at the fatigue she bore from the intense battle you helped her escape.

“Are you alright?” You asked, taking note of the indifference that Saeko showed towards your question.

“There’s no need to worry about me – I’m feeling better now.” Her words were filled with gloom, as Saeko stared blankly downward. Despite your worries for her, she was unwilling to divulge the nature of her weakness. Even if that was the case, you were far too concerned with your new companion to give in here. “I really like you, Saeko, and I’m sorry this happened to you… but something like this needs to be addressed.”

Saeko glanced towards you, before returning her gaze to the floor. Introducing your own feelings into the mix did little to gain her trust. You felt helpless, forced to watch this beautiful flower wither away in front of you. But then you noticed something. Over the course of your search for water, Saeko had slipped off her school oxfords. This allowed her illustrious, black stockings the freedom they warranted. She slowly ran her stockings against the mid-length carpet, allowing its dense consistency to caress the both of her soles. This looked like an unconscious action, brought about her desire to seek comfort in an otherwise stressful situation. This was the answer to your problems.

Despite your better senses, you reached out and calmly grabbed her legs. Still distraught by her sadism, Saeko showed little resistance to your movements. Her eyes followed your hands, as you maneuvered her feet into your lap. It was obvious that the more heated a fight was, the more heated Saeko became. You wanted to become the one that could support Saeko in the future, but there was only one way to ensure her dangerous weakness would never show itself again – you had to become her pleasure. For this reason, you began stroking her soles, running your fingertips against the smooth fabric of her stockings. Her feet had these elegant, womanly curves that spanned the length of her soles, ceaselessly welcoming your hands into the subtle muscles beneath her flesh.

"You know, I rather like that side of you.” You stated, now running your thumbs along her arch. Saeko’s sharp, intimidating gaze shifted to your hands, and that of the devoted effort they put into soothing her feet. No doubt, she had already discerned your next words. “All we need is a different method of stimulation, if that makes sense. You just need… the right partner.”

Saeko’s expression turned grim after hearing this. “Is that so?” Her stare expressed her disappointment with your intentions, under the assumption that your words were nothing but a pathetic attempt to get into her panties. She gave no response besides this stare, forcing you to push the invitation a tad further. “Ehm… if you’re willing, I can-”

"Right, then." Saeko was quick to agree, interrupting your offer with her agitated words.

. . .

<:: Event Trigger Recognized.
. . .
<:: Locating Correct Protocol.
. . .
<:: Administering 'ERE Protocol'.
<:: Initiating 'ERE Sense' Program.
. . .
. . .
. . .
<:: Erotic Sense Active.
<:: Detecting Event – Strength: 35 Ere
         +15 Ere – Stockings
         +10 Ere – Sexual
         +5 Ere – Light Scent
         +5 Ere – Submissive

. . .

Sure enough, such an easy development was unlikely. Saeko pulled her left foot away from your grasp. Before you could decipher the reason behind this movement, she pressed her sole against the middle of your chest. With a sudden thrust of movement, she used this foot to push you off the couch. Despite the cushioned impact, you still landed onto the carpet with a noticeable thud. You weren’t sure how to take her actions until a moment later, when both of her feet returned. Saeko placed her left foot flat upon your abdomen – to ensure you remained in this position – as her right foot hovered above your face. She remained silent, instead delegating her toes to do her bidding. Saeko flexed them back and forth, allowing her digits to come dangerously close to your face at the apex of her tauntingly devilish movements, only for them to stop and repeat these motions all over again.

"What’s wrong? Isn’t this what you wanted?" Saeko chastised you for not beginning as soon as her feet were introduced; although she seemed to have accepted your offer for the wrong reasons, there was no doubting the insatiable lust that flowed through her veins.

Looking up towards your companion, you felt your existence diminish. From this position, there was no correcting her thought process. Saeko was sure to ignore any of the comforting reassurances that you wanted to speak to her – these words had surely betrayed her in the past. Instead, she needed someone to cater to her innate sense of dominance, and as of moments ago, you were resolved to this degrading position. This conclusion took you seconds to reach – precious time that Saeko mistook for hesitance. She brought her right foot down to your mouth, covering half of your face with her slim, seductive sole.

“Kiss it.” With her desires suddenly transparent, they were now being directed towards you.