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You find yourself transported into Gensokyo, and end up dominated by its residents. Enjoy~
This choice: Rub your wife's feet.Maybe both of you will like it.  •  Go Back...
Chapter #4

She's beginning to warm up....

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With a shaky gulp,you slowly approach the girl. As you got closer to her,you notice she's taller than you. No way near the point where she is a godamned amazon,but she still is pretty tall.She turns to face you, and with her rich crimson eyes staring at you curiously and intently.

"Um....can I rub your feet? You just seem so tense..Miss Hakurei." You politely but frightfully requested to the priestess. But you can't help but be intimidated by her. She just feels so..mystical.

"Oh right..dear husband" The shrine maiden replied to you in a seemingly disinterested,lazy,and almost apathetic tone. But somehow you can feel the genuine but hidden warmth,friendliness,…and some uncertainty in her voice."My first name's Reimu by the way."

"Oh..." You momentarily stopped when she pointed her right leg in your direction. Your blush deepened,and your pants' crotch tightened as you look at the entire appendage. Reimu gained a small smile when she noticed you admiring her. A small giggle escapes from her as she brings her other leg in a deliberately slow and teasing way.Her eyes fluttered in a cheeky and totally fake innocent way."…Okay."

You sat back down,and proceed slowly take off her slides by grabbing the hard but flat outsole that is made of some type of dark strudy wood. You eyed at the discarded footwear. Despite them being very heavily worned,they were very well made and seem to be built to last. The singular and vibrant red and white straps on each sandal,are fairly thick and large. And is completely and expertly made entriely by hand. Certain people would pay some good money sandals of this quality.

Reimu looked at you curiously,and wondered what so special about her sandals. Her cute husband so far is a nice,polite,and kind boy,but he also..very odd,fearful,and meek. She was about to ask you what is wrong…until you start to rub her feet. Reimu's blush became like an inferno,as she bit her cheek inwardly.

You fumbly stroke and rub the large and shapely muscular soles. Feeling both the moist soft parts and hard calloused parts of her soles.You gently tug and pulled her long yet slightly chubby toes. This feet were molded by years of hard work, chores, training,...and possibly genetics.

But to any outsiders,you were just randomly and awfully caressing and rubbing her feet,and don't know what the hell you're doing. But to Reimu…you are giving her a elite world class massage,and she was absolutely loving it. This is essentially the first true intimate moment in her life,and you are making a BIG first impression on her.

'That w-weird red fog can wait right now..'Reimu slowly thought as she flashed him with a smile that's her awkward attempt to be alluring.She began to lazily rub her warm feet on his hands and wrists,and causing him freeze with a wild blush.'I got "wife-y" things to right now.'

And with that she flashed you another…"teasing" smile as she..
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