bookrandom Chapter 77 Punishment (Hmm)
Chapter 77 Punishment (Hmm)
Zhong Ming became a little bolder. "Why don't we try not holding our breath first?"
He tried to calm himself down and keep his breathing as low as possible before gently grasping her ankle.
A pair of cloth shoes with a clear sole and goose feather pattern, smooth and warm to the touch, clearly high-quality shoes. Even after trying to calm himself, he couldn't help but feel nervous now.
To say he had no improper thoughts would be a lie. He's a grown man, not a eunuch. With such a beautiful woman sitting in front of him, his feet being held by her, it's perfectly normal for his mind to be a little agitated.
He was relatively lucky. A mirror polisher was used to all sorts of women. Once, while working at a brothel, he was even pinched by the women. Such intimate contact was nothing to worry about, but to say they'd touch his feet... well, that was a different story.
Zhong Ming steeled his heart. He figured he might as well get stabbed anyway, so why be afraid of what was coming? He took off his cloth shoes in one go.
Suddenly, a terrifying mist emerged. Zhong Ming's first sensation wasn't a foul odor, but an extremely sour smell, as if highly corrosive volatile gases had entered his lungs, causing a burning pain throughout his lungs.
My eyes started to water involuntarily; this stuff gets all over my eyes.
Xueyan seemed to have anticipated this situation. She turned her face away, thinking to herself, "Just faint already, then I'll handle this myself."
In that split second, Zhong Ming made the right decision: he quickly held his breath and shoved her feet into the water.
Damn, it still has a foot.
No wonder the male instructor said this thing was one of the ten most cruel tortures. Seeing it today, he can confirm its reputation. He didn't even dare to judge whether the surrounding spiritual energy had been contaminated.
To be on the safe side, he didn't use any internal energy cultivation techniques, but relied solely on his physical body to quickly place his other jade-like foot into the basin of water.
I don't know if my eyes were irritated by the stench or if my tears were blurry, but the water in the foot basin was perfectly clear.
A pair of feet, as white as mutton fat jade, lay quietly at the bottom of the water, the surface rippling gently, appearing exceptionally enchanting under the reflection of light and shadow.
Pshaw, what a load of rubbish! It's all just my imagination.
Zhong Ming kept shouting in his heart, "Calm down!" Countless beautiful things uncontrollably surfaced in his mind, but he forcibly added negative traits to them.
A fox spirit? She has a body odor so strong it could kill you!
An ivory bracelet? Pried out of the mouth of an elephant with bad breath!
Skin like solidified fat... Solidified fat is solidified oil, well, a big, fat, white pig, a big, fat pig that's probably rolling around in the mud.
Zhong Ming was torn between his inner turmoil and his hands, without his noticing, reached into the foot basin and grabbed her feet.
Breathe, keep breathing! Where's the air in my mouth? Get to work, give me some more air.
In extreme tension, Zhong Ming's arms became engorged with blood, and his muscles tensed up without him realizing it. He then grabbed those beautiful feet without restraint and squeezed them hard.
Xueyan shuddered, nearly kicking out with her foot. The angle would have been perfect for striking Cuihong Zhenren's chin, potentially fracturing it.
She exerted force and then suddenly pulled back. Zhong Ming reacted a beat too late and instinctively pressed down hard on her foot, pinning it to the bottom of the water, thus gaining complete control.
Um... what's the next step after washing your feet?
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Zhong Ming treasured it like a precious gem and instinctively wanted to use the mirror grinder's unique skills.
Mirror finish... The foot polisher has taken up his post and begun work.
There was no need for towels or anything like that; he had completely forgotten about it in his nervousness. He pressed his feet firmly into the water and started scrubbing them vigorously with his hands.
Rough, large hands roamed over his feet, constantly stroking and pressing. Although it was skin to skin, Zhong Ming had spent half his life working hard with his hands, which were covered in calluses. Each stroke had a massage effect.
Now it was Xueyan's turn to be tortured. Her face gradually turned rosy, and she forcibly circulated her internal energy to suppress it. Each rough touch made her feel intensely uncomfortable. After a brief period of resistance, it turned into a strong sense of stimulation, like walking barefoot on rough rocks, but in the end, it turned into a kind of foot massage.
Show some restraint, this is punishment!
At this moment, her mind was racing. Her feelings of pity and doubt had turned into cursing. She cursed that the brat Cuihong dared to wash her with his hands, and she cursed his forceful movements that were making her feel a little pain.
Time ticked by, and her mind began to race with irrationality and injustice. She cursed him for being ungrateful, for daring to climb to the sky with just a rope, for being ugly, for being an utterly incompetent soldier, for being a jujube cake that had fallen to the ground, for being a stupid black-clawed groundhog...
The veteran making a new recruit fetch water for him to wash her feet was an insult to the new recruit no matter where it was done. But at that moment, she desperately wished she had gritted her teeth and refused that damned Su Longshan, and fought him instead.
Every woman has her unreasonable moments, but she usually hides them very well... Right now, her lips are tightly closed, and her breathing technique is about to be broken by the accumulated resentment.
Zhong Ming diligently cleaned every inch of his skin, paying special attention to the gaps between his toes, but tears kept flowing uncontrollably until he could barely see, yet he dared not wipe them away with his hands.
If this thing gets into your eyes, wouldn't you go completely blind if even a little bit of it got in your eyes after being exposed to such devastating foot bath water?
At first, he noticed that Xueyan's calf would twitch in retaliation every time he pressed, but it gradually calmed down later. Perhaps she got used to it? Or maybe she started to enjoy the service she received?
"Service my ass!" Xueyan's mind successfully entered the next stage. She was too lazy to even think about cursing. All she could think about was praying that this damn... comfortable massage would end soon.
Feeling ashamed and speechless, she bit her lip lightly, the words "get out in the name of the instructor" rising to her lips countless times only to be secretly suppressed.
Time, this damned time, is moving slower than when I was besieged by six shamans at Moye River! Slower than three flying needles flying past me, slower than a longsword piercing my chest! Can't we move a little faster?!
The punishment of one person turned into a prison sentence for two people, ultimately becoming a one-sided torment.
Because... Zhong Ming dared not stop. If the instructor didn't give the order, he wouldn't know when it would end.
In the end, Zhong Ming didn't know what to do. He gently stroked her instep with both hands, staring intently at her beautiful profile, hoping she would turn around and say, "It's over."
Don't ask why I don't speak up; in this environment, if I open my mouth, I'll probably be overwhelmed by the stench.
She looked completely resigned, slumped back in her chair, and didn't move an inch.