A brave man may not live, but he cannot die

Chapter 67: Quinn's Health Care (Monthly Ticket Plus)
Quinn was furious.

Woman, are you threatening me?
".You won't tell anyone about it when I massage your feet, right?" Quinn said with a bitter face. Then you are really threatening the right person.

In a rage, I got angry for a while.

"It depends on your performance."

Quinn had no choice but to come over reluctantly.

Leaning against the desk, they suddenly said in unison: "Let's make it clear first!"

Then they looked at each other, and Amamiya Ningning signaled Quinn to speak first.

"Let's make it clear first. I won't allow you to do anything more than massage my feet. It all started with high heels, but it should be done with courtesy. We should consciously observe women's virtues and keep some distance between us."

Then it was Amamiya Ningning's turn to speak.

"Let me make it clear first!" Amamiya Ningning stared at him warningly, "If I ask you to massage your feet, you can only do so. Your hands are not allowed to touch above the knees, and you are not allowed to have any obscene thoughts, otherwise Wangcai will bite you, okay?"

Quinn laughed angrily. It’s good enough that I don’t guard against you, but you are guarding against me?

What's wrong with this woman that she insists on me massaging her feet? Why doesn't she find a health professional?
"You... come here."

As Quinn got closer, the calmness on Amamiya Ningning's face seemed to waver, but she still gave up her position and stretched out her legs.

"There are too many things piled here. Just squat down and press them."

She turned her head to the side, not looking at Quinn, but at the messy office—as if the pile of junk in the corner were a landscape.

Quinn squatted down between Amemiya Ningning's sofa chair and desk - he even deliberately crawled into the desk to avoid being pounced on by a hungry tiger.

"Then I pressed it."

".oh."

Amamiya Nene always makes people feel that she is very tall, but when you get closer you will find that the feeling of a little queen she has is brought by her body proportions and high heels. In fact, she is not much taller than the average height of women. Her small feet are the best proof of this.

If a baby's feet have a kind of cute clumsiness, her feet are not childish at all. The curve is like the silk ribbon of the flying goddess in the Dunhuang murals. Her snow-white skin is faintly visible between the black silk, like ink marks soaked through rice paper, and the tension of beauty is undercurrent under the taut silk surface.

The feet were very clean, not only without any bad smell, but also without the scent of citrus perfume. The stockings seemed to be disposable, washed only once before being worn, and were so fresh that they seemed edible.

Quinn is not a foot fetishist and has no special hobby for feet or legs. He thinks he has no sexual fetishes and his desires are not so strong that he cannot control himself when he sees a beautiful woman, but at this moment he is actually a little shaken.

He wondered if it was too much of a disrespect to hold such a pair of feet in his hands.

Will Amemiya Ningning let other teaching assistants massage her feet?
Quinn raised his head, but their eyes met hers, and they separated in an instant. She supported her chin and looked idly at the painting on the wall.

In the painting, the sage Nostradamus is bending his neck to study ancient books. He might not have imagined that a thousand years later in the same office, there would still be people bending their necks and concentrating intently.

The moment the heel brushed past the palm, Amamiya Ningning trembled slightly, like a small animal that was caught.

Quinn finally understood why women preferred stockings. The texture was between silk and wool, icy and cool. When his fingertips moved along the soft flesh, he could feel the temperature of the skin. It was as smooth as porcelain, without any calluses. The thin silk in the middle made an ambiguous sound during the friction, like fine snow breaking dead branches and plucking cotton.

He reluctantly admitted that he was actually enjoying this feeling.

Quinn had never worked in a foot massage parlor before, and didn't know how to give a professional foot massage. But he had been massaged by someone else before, and recalling the feeling, he imitated them and gave Amamiya Ningning a light massage.

He wasn't one to indulge himself or actively try to please himself. When he felt tired, Quinn would lie in bed, wearing the earphones that came with his old iPhone, with his playlist on random, and close his eyes until he woke. He would never go to a foot massage parlor on his own initiative, yet he could remember every detail of his visit: who he went with, a giggling guy leading the way, the two of them massaging their bodies while watching TV, usually Tom and Jerry, sometimes Ultraman.
The puzzling thing is that Quinn can't remember the man's face no matter what, just like he can't remember his own name. This makes his memory lose its reality, like an absurd dream.

"Quinn, you're distracted." A voice, suppressed with shyness, drifted down from the goose-down-cushioned sofa. It was no longer sweet, like a girl at a loss. Only then did Quinn realize he had inadvertently climbed up her calf, his fingers sinking into the softness of her calf, pressing the beautiful curve into a winding hill.

He calmly lowered his hand, not exceeding the knee. The owner of the calf continued to pretend to be calm, but the hand grabbing the corner of her clothes revealed her nervousness. She was not enjoying the massage at all, but more like being tortured.

He decided to use a little force. Since it was a massage, he shouldn't treat it like playing with something. The body strengthened by the magic potion was no worse than those experienced masseuses. His thumb stroked down along the Achilles tendon. The soreness and swelling almost made Amamiya Ningning jump up. Her arch of the foot was stretched into a crescent at Quinn's tiger's mouth. His fingertips kneaded it regularly and quickly. Gradually, Quinn felt her pulse through the stockings——

dong dong dong
Jumping so fast.

As the massage progressed, her breathing became heavier. She wanted to moan, but she covered her mouth desperately, not wanting to show weakness in front of Quinn. But anyone who has had a foot massage knows that the more you hold back, the harder it is to hold back. She couldn't help but twist and turn on the sofa, completely unable to endure it.

Quinn didn't expect her to be so ticklish, so he was delighted and asked:
"Is it comfortable? This is my first time giving someone a massage."

Amamiya Ningning didn't say anything, but her increasingly limp body said it all.

She looked really charming. The little witch took off her hat and cloak, becoming a lamb to be slaughtered. Quinn was a normal man, so it was natural for him to get hard when he saw this kind of beauty.

It’s hard, damn, my fist is hard.

Damn it, you've never had your feet massaged before, and you're asking me to? You're pretending to be real, do you think it's fun to tease me?

Quinn laughed evilly: "Next, I'm going to push hard!"

He clenched his right fist, with his thumb touching his middle finger, and his hard toe bones pierced the arch of his foot like a poisonous dragon drill, drilling fiercely.

After holding it in for a long time, Amamiya Ningning finally broke down and gasped with a red face: "Hmm..."

The more Quinn listened, the more excited he became. With his left hand, he tightly grasped the little foot that was trying to be pulled back, and ravaged the arch of the foot as if in revenge.

"Hmm. Quinn, Quinn—"

Amamiya Ningning didn't even beg for mercy.

She was about to cry under Quinn's pressure, but her other foot was still tugging into his arms. She asked softly with a slurred sound, "In the future, can you take me to your world?"

"what?"

Quinn stopped in confusion.

【Ding--】

[The short-term future event 'Amamiya Nene de Cavendish makes a request to the host during a foot massage' has occurred.]

[The 'Divination' module reported an error. It is unable to determine whether the event was affected by the host. The system will directly issue the reward to you.]

Quinn was completely stunned.

Isn't it that the scene that my buddy has been viewing over and over again for a hundred times is a massage?
Whose foot massage looks like this? Oh, that's fine.

Amamiya Ningning looked at him with embarrassment and anger.

What are you daydreaming about?
Didn't they say that if you let the hero play with your feet for a while, he would agree to anything?

Mom, you lied to me!!

(End of this chapter)