Minato's violet eyes were misty, looking like a shimmering spring. She panted slightly, her glossy pink lips parted. She had been lost in the kiss, but the sensation of his hand sliding under her shirt and kneading her soft breast forced her to pull back.
Fei-yu's gaze dropped to her chest. His hand was still inside, squeezing and rolling the flesh. He had a habit now: when he kissed someone he loved, his hands had to be busy. And Minato was just so "easy" to bully—her excess soft flesh spilled out of her bra, making it easy to play with her without even unbuttoning her shirt.
"You're the one who turned me into this, and now you're complaining? What am I supposed to do?" Fei-yu teased.
"I... I'll help you a different way... later," Minato whispered, her face beet-red. She looked at him with a mix of shame and doting submission. If Yui-shin weren't there, she would have agreed to anything. She had done far more embarrassing things with him already. But since Yui-shin was around, and since Fei-yu hadn't "taken" the younger girl yet, Minato felt she had to be a bit more discreet.
Fei-yu had been joking, but her offer made his blood boil. He swallowed hard, pulled his hand out, and looked at her with pure affection.
"Silly girl, I'm just kidding. We're about to eat. I wouldn't ruin you right before dinner." He leaned in and hugged her, nuzzling her neck. The heat of his breath made her go limp in his arms.
"Alright, go back out and play with Yui-shin, or I really am going to have an 'accidental discharge' and dinner will be late," he whispered, stroking her back.
"Mmh," she replied, staying in his arms for a few more seconds before finally letting him push her away.
What a little temptress, Fei-yu thought, looking down at his "sword" which was now standing at full attention.
"Fei-yu... if you come over tonight... Minato will use her feet to 'step' on it for you..." she whispered at the kitchen door. Then, she bolted before he could react.
Fei-yu stood frozen. His mind immediately conjured a vivid image: him lying naked on the bed, and Minato standing over him. Her bare, elegant feet would slowly move toward his face, her soft arches pressing against his cheeks. Then, her feet would slide down his body, leaving a trail of warmth, until those jade-like toes wrapped around his "sword," polishing it until he erupted all over her soles.
"Dammit... how am I supposed to focus on cooking now?" he muttered, taking a deep breath to calm his racing heart.
Minato ran back to the living room, her heart pounding. She didn't regret saying it. He likes that, right? He's asked me to do it dozens of times before... She giggled to herself, remembering the first time he asked her to step on his face. He had looked so blissful even while his features were being squished by her soles.
When she sat down, she looked normal again, save for a slight flush. Yui-shin was still busy with the cat. Minato poured three glasses of the sugar-free tea and took a long sip to soothe her dry throat.
"Phew~" She leaned back, satisfied, then brought a glass to Yui-shin. "You must be thirsty, Yui-shin. Here."
"Thank you, Minato-!" Yui-shin chirped. "Does Fei-yu need any help?"
"No. I just tried to help and he almost 'punished' me. He's being very bossy in there today. If you go in, he'll definitely bully you. Just sit and rest." Minato exaggerated, wanting to make sure the guest stayed comfortable.
THE END