Practical teaching, all I want is your reward.

However, Suzuki Toru's demands still completely exceeded her expectations.

“Sit on this step, barefoot, with one foot bare and the other in a stocking,” Suzuki Toru instructed her expertly. “I suggest you step on my head with your right foot and leave your left foot bare. It might tickle a little, and you might feel nauseous, but it’s okay to close your eyes.”

That's right, he plans to fulfill several wishes at once.

Honami Ichinose just stared at him blankly, her mind momentarily blank, unable to understand what he was saying at all.

"Is this something couples do?" the girl stammered, she had never heard of such a thing before.

"You haven't ever dated before, have you?" Suzuki Toru asked with a strange expression. Isn't this just normal interaction between couples?

"N-no..." Ichinose Honami waved her hands repeatedly, her face flushed. How could she have ever been in a relationship?

You should know that she has never even held a boy's hand before.

"Are you scared?" Suzuki Tetsu asked.

Honami Ichinose wanted to cover her face. How was she supposed to answer that question?

That's so weird, why would she step on her boyfriend?

Could this be Suzuki Toru's XP?

Even without having seen any so-called H-materials, Honami Ichinose would occasionally hear about topics related to the opposite sex from her friends. This seemed to be called XP, a special fetish among men.

Then, Honami Ichinose took a deep breath, and her eyes became firm again.

"Come on, I'll satisfy all of Suzuki-kun's quirks!"

Seeing her looking like she was about to go to war, Suzuki Toru found it a little funny. After all, she was still young, and there were some things she couldn't say carelessly.

Just as he was thinking this, Ichinose Honami was already sitting on the steps next to him, bending down to take off her indoor leather shoes. The girl's fullness pressed down, and a delicate collarbone appeared in Suzuki Toru's eyes. The snow-white color had a tender luster, and it looked extremely delicious.

She was wearing black over-the-knee socks today. After taking off her little leather shoes, her hands slid down the top of the socks, revealing her bouncy calves, which had been somewhat suppressed. Especially when viewed from the side, the lines of her legs were stunning. Her soft, fair skin shone in the sunlight, and her legs were slightly plump, not too thin and slender. It seemed that even a slight touch would leave a firm, elastic indentation, enough to attract someone to play with them endlessly.

The girl slightly lifted her foot, and suddenly removed her stockings, revealing her clean, white feet. Her five plump toes twitched, their delicate, jade-like color tinged with a hint of pink.

She noticed Suzuki Tetsu's gaze. It was the first time she had done this under a man's gaze, and her pretty face couldn't help but turn redder and redder, even her ears felt hot and soft.

"Is this okay?"

Chapter Ninety: Sweet and Delicious (3/3 of a Debt)

Suzuki Toru squatted in front of her, his calves, which were not wearing stockings, naturally revealed fair and delicate skin, and his small and cute feet were especially beautiful.

There wasn't a trace of rough wrinkles or calluses; it was as smooth and warm as jade, with a snow-white color that subtly concealed blue veins. A touch of pink graced the toes, making it as exquisite as a work of art.

Only at this moment could Suzuki Tetsu understand why someone would willingly submit, especially the girl's shyness that she tried so hard to hide, as if anything he did could cause the girl to panic.

The young girl, at the age of sixteen, was still somewhat naive. Her body, which was just beginning to develop, did not yet possess much mature charm, nor could she remain calm and composed. She was like a flower bud that was quietly blooming. Her fragrance and tenderness could probably only be felt up close by Suzuki Toru.

He lowered his head slightly, grasped the girl's delicate foot, and could clearly feel her body tremble suddenly.

"Step on with your other foot."

Honami Ichinose forcibly suppressed the strange feeling of him gripping her ankle, slowly raised her other foot, and instinctively braced her hands on the steps, but could only reach his shoulders, and it was very difficult to go any higher.

"It doesn't seem like it will work." The girl looked at him nervously. She had no experience with this kind of thing, and it was too strange.

“Then step on my shoulders, or I’ll lie on the ground and you step on me.” Suzuki Toru had no personal dignity. To be honest, he was more worried about whether Ichinose Honami could continue to endure it.

Honami Ichinose gently stepped on his shoulder. The calmer he looked, the more uneasy she felt, as if something was pricking the soles of her feet. She felt her whole body tense up and dared not make a sound.

Moreover, she inexplicably began to care about Suzuki Toru's feelings, wondering if he would smell anything.

After all, she had been wearing stockings for half a day, so it was inevitable that they would have a slight odor. Although she usually took care of her feet and they didn't have any strange smell.

If Suzuki Toru frowns or shows a look of disgust, Ichinose Honami doesn't know what to do.

On second thought, since it was his request that came first, it shouldn't be a problem, right?

Suzuki Toru didn't sense the girl's unease; he was only somewhat surprised by the feel of her feet. Not all girls could be called "jade feet"; most people would have calluses, which would easily affect the appearance and feel.

However, what appeared before him was a pair of fair and clean little feet. The smooth texture made him want to play with them all day long. He lowered his head slightly and could not smell anything. Instead, he could see the pink flesh color even more clearly.

This is probably what a poet once described as delicate little feet, which can be held in the palm of one's hand and observed carefully for a lifetime.

The other foot, resting on his shoulder, was also very close, and he could vaguely feel its warmth. A faint wine-red hue peeked through the thin black stockings, enough to intoxicate a man's heart.

One of my wishes has been fulfilled.

“Just stepping on it isn’t enough, I also need to lick it. It should be done in a few minutes…” Suzuki Toru looked up at Ichinose Honami above, but the foot on his shoulder suddenly jumped, firmly holding him down.

However, it seems a bit slow.

Suzuki Toru caught a glimpse of alluring black, and then Ichinose Honami pressed her skirt down, instinctively trying to squeeze her legs together.

"Didn't see it."

"You're lying, you saw it!"

Honami Ichinose didn't believe such a thing at all. Girls definitely know which positions are easy to expose. She was even starting to regret doing what Toru Suzuki said.

“This style suits you very well,” Suzuki Toru readily admitted.

"Vulgar." Honami Ichinose blushed; this was probably the most shy she had ever been.

"It's normal to let your boyfriend see it; you'll get used to it after a while."

"How could I possibly learn...!?"

Before he could finish speaking, Ichinose Honami suddenly froze, with only the little foot in his hand twitching instinctively a few times.

Because he actually kissed the back of her foot!

Honami Ichinose was completely stunned. Why did he kiss her? No normal person would kiss someone like that, right? Didn't he have any shame or disgust? What was going on?

Perhaps she was so paralyzed that she couldn't react at all, but she felt a warm sensation on the back of her foot, as if something was gently licking along her delicate skin, causing her to tremble all over.

"What are you doing? Let me go!" Ichinose Honami was both embarrassed and flustered. She thought that his request to step on her was strange enough, but she didn't expect him to lick her.

"Don't move, or it might bite you," Suzuki Toru replied vaguely.

Hearing him say that, Ichinose Honami dared not move, but that strange feeling never stopped, and every time it made the sensitive girl feel deeply at a loss.

It was itchy, like an electric current traveling from the back of my feet to my spine. My brain was buzzing, and my body suddenly felt comfortable and numb. I wanted to collapse, but I subconsciously tensed up and remained stiff and motionless. My pretty face was getting hotter and hotter, almost steaming.

"Wait, wait, don't eat, don't eat..." Ichinose Honami's voice was tinged with sobs, and her eyes slowly filled with a hazy, watery look. She had never felt this strange before, as if she was about to be devoured.

“You’re insulting me,” Suzuki Toru said bluntly.

"W-what?" Ichinose Honami felt dizzy. As he moved, his feet became more and more sensitive, and several toes curled up involuntarily.

"Insult me ​​with your worst words, like pervert, filthy, scum..." Suzuki Tetsu exuded an aura of sharp ambition.

"Enough, enough, let go...uh..." Ichinose Honami finally couldn't help but let out a sound from her throat, "I'm going to break...this is so weird...stop it, sob sob..."

For a girl who has never ventured into the mysterious realm, just holding hands makes her blush, let alone such a thrill.

When Suzuki released her, the girl's insteps were clearly flushed, and a faint, glistening sheen could be seen shimmering in the sunlight, making her delicate feet even more tempting and tender.

Honami Ichinose was breathing heavily, her full breasts heaving, her eyes brimming with moisture, her hands still tightly pressing down on her skirt, her body trembling from time to time.

After a while, she finally came to her senses and quickly pulled her foot away from Suzuki Tetsu's hand.

"I am extremely grateful," Suzuki Toru said sincerely.

Honami Ichinose bit her lip, and for some reason, she wasn't angry at all. Instead, she felt a chill run down her spine about her future.

Could this guy have an even weirder XP?

Chapter Ninety-One: I'm confident I can help you get dressed.

I've heard that some people will lick their way up the instep, from the calf to the thigh, and even deeper.

This delicate way of eating is perfect for appreciating a slightly plump young woman like Honami Ichinose, especially her soft, jade-like legs. Whether you grab them or let her step on them, there will always be a unique experience.

Suzuki Toru hasn't degenerated to the point of being perverted yet; a small taste is enough. If he continues, the girl won't be able to take it, and she probably won't even have the strength to stand up.

Not only did she withdraw her foot from his hand, but she also pulled back the black stockings that were originally on his shoulder, placing them on her little leather shoes so as not to touch the ground beside her, tiptoeing like a cat's paws afraid of water.

At this moment, Ichinose Honami was somewhat embarrassed and annoyed, not only because of his sudden attack, but also because of his still savoring expression.

It's hard to believe that Suzuki Toru, who is usually calm and collected, would be so playful in private.

"Are all men like this?"

Suzuki Toru looked at her. The girl hugged the back of her knees with both hands, her legs together. On the right was a black over-the-knee stocking, and on the left was a fair, bare leg. Both legs were placed side by side in front of him, allowing him to appreciate their different points at the same time.

This pose also obscured the view beneath the skirt, but no one cared, since they had already found out the girl's color today.

“It will get even more perverted and disgusting. There are far more ways to play with a girl like you than just one.” Suzuki Tetsu suddenly picked up the stockings that she had placed aside, which still seemed to be slightly warm.

"Wait, don't touch that!" Ichinose Honami hurriedly tried to stop him. He could play like this just by being barefoot, so it was unimaginable what he would do to his stockings that he had just taken off.

"I wouldn't do anything strange in front of you." Suzuki Toru was a little speechless, and reached out his hand to her, "I'll help you put on your stockings and shoes. No one is allowed to tell anyone about what happened today."

Honami Ichinose pursed her lips, letting him grasp her ankle once more.

However, the tingling sensation that hadn't completely dissipated returned to her body, and as she watched him lift his leg, she couldn't help but feel a surge of panic, fearing that he would kiss her again.

"How do you plan to resolve the C-class issue?" Suzuki Tetsu didn't do what she feared. He patiently put on the stockings from his toes and slowly pulled them up.

"Class C really... do they really have nothing to do with you?" Ichinose Honami tried her best not to feel the strangeness he was giving her. This strange feeling was no less than when he licked her jade feet, as if her entire leg was wrapped in his big hand, and everything was exposed in front of him.

"Attacks on other classes were their idea. I'm just here as a lobbyist and to take advantage of your misfortune." Suzuki Tetsu walked up her slightly plump calves and finally touched the skin of her thigh, which was smooth, delicate, and slightly cool to the touch.

His technique is excellent. Many people don't actually know how to put stockings on girls, and some might be clumsy and accidentally tear them or snag them.

This guy has definitely done a lot!

“Although I don’t know what your plans are now, I can offer a few suggestions.” Suzuki Tetsu touched her thigh and then withdrew his hand. “First, since Class C is shameless, you might as well be shameless too. Turn around and accuse them of causing internal injuries and concussions to Amakura, and demand that Class C provide corresponding compensation.”

This line of thinking broke the current deadlock, leaving Honami Ichinose somewhat bewildered as she said, "Asashi-chan isn't injured..."

“Concussions are very difficult to diagnose. Your insistence that Wang Cang suffers from amnesia and faints from time to time will definitely attract the school’s attention.”

Since we can't handle Class C's tactics right now, why not break out of that and open up a second front, so that Class C will also be caught in a predicament where they can't even take care of themselves?