I Have No Intention Of Training The Male Leads - Chapter 11 Part 4

11. The Rawest Mind (4)

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Eve’s long, delicate fingers slowly rested on the top of the man’s head. Her fingers dug into his scalp through the strands of his hair, then slid down to caress his cheek, tracing the sharp, angular line of his jaw. The man’s eyes closed slowly, and his head tilted slightly toward Eve’s palm as if he were leaning in.

It was an odd feeling, like petting a domesticated animal. A beast she’d never tamed, and one that couldn’t tell if the person in front of it were harmful or beneficial.

Eventually, Eve had the most reasonable suspicion.

Who is he looking at, and who does he want to see in her?

It didn’t take long for Eve to realize that he must have seen in her the image of a high-priced, hot-tempered woman. The woman he wanted to share the most warmth with in his life.

‘I hear all men are looking for a woman like their mother.’

The corner of her mouth twitched upward as she quickly understood his obedience. It wasn’t polite to turn down a set table. It would be cruel to deny him, or anyone else for that matter, the pleasure of being pampered to such an extent.

‘Preparing a 12-course feast and pleading desperately to get caught, how can I push this away! You, who are like a royal pain in the neck……!’

Eve opened her mouth, maintaining a calm expression, even as her mind conjured up a mental image of dozens of Eves cheering and clapping like seals.

“Do you want me to whip you?”

She whispered so softly that it was inaudible unless you listened closely. Castel’s eyes snapped open, and his gaze lifted upward as the husky voice tickled his ear. The man seemed to consider her question for a moment, then gave a small nod of his head.

“Do you want me to command you, to dominate you?”

He pondered again, considering Eve’s words, and then nodded again.

“If that is what you wish.”

Assuming that the slowness of his response was probably due to his inebriation, Eve looked down at Castel, who was still answering without a trace of expression and gently stroked the man’s cheek with the outside of her finger, which didn’t show the slightest sign of inebriation.

“You’re pretty cute.”

Eve giggled, her eyes crescent-shaped, and she then went over to a nearby tea table, dragged a one-person armchair over to where she’d been standing, and sat down.

The skirt of her chemise, which plunged down to her ankles, rode up as she sat in the chair, exposing her ankles. Naturally, the toes of the dark taupe shoes she wore with her pantsuit poked out from underneath.

It was a gross violation of protocol. Eve’s disheveled hair, her makeup-free face, her puffy puff-sleeved silk chemise, and her brown dress shoes were obviously incongruous, yet the regal smile on her face made it all seem strangely natural.

The sight of a woman so untethered, so uninhibited, was like the very definition of freedom in human form. At that moment, Castel somehow felt like she was a transcendent, omnipotent being who would free him from the oppression that held him captive.

Eve sat back in her chair and stretched her legs, the pointed tip of her shoe touching the top of the man’s body. Castel stood still, staring up into Eve’s face with an impassive expression that made it impossible to tell if he was drunk and dulled, or if he had simply decided to accept her every move as natural.

The tip of the shoe cupped Castel’s firm jaw, lifting and pushing it up under his chin, then slowly trailing down his neck. Soon the hard leather shoe was down to the underside of the man’s chest, playfully squeezing the flesh, then rubbing the lightly bumpy underside with the sole of her shoe.

Every inch of his hardened body was being trampled and molested, not by hands, but by feet. Shod feet groped and prodded at the man’s body with only the most lustful of purposes. The hard leather of the shoe was all that touched him, but Castel felt a strange, unexplained heat stirring in the pit of his stomach.

Then Eve’s shoe reached a spot somewhere on the man’s thigh, a subtle thickening, and Castel’s body flinched as if the stimulation was too much for him to bear with a straight face.

Her feet were in no hurry. The sole of her shoe rubbed lazily over his sensitive nether regions, and Castel eventually forced himself to clench his fisted hands in his lap.

Eve’s foot crunched and squeezed against the sensitive, tender nub. The pain wasn’t unbearable or startlingly intense, but it was a dull ache, and the man’s body was beginning to respond in a frankly raw way to the occasional spike of stimulation.

“That’s …….”

“Does it feel good?”

“I-I don’t know.”

“Haha! You can’t tell even if your crotch is like this?”

With a small, pained sigh, Eve, who had been enjoying the sight of the man’s tightening pants, removed her foot from his groin. The man’s eyes blinked slowly a couple of times at the weight and pain that was gone in an instant.

“Shoes, take them off.”

The man didn’t bother to look at Eve’s feet, which were thrust up to his nose, but he gently squeezed her ankles and pulled her shoes off, starting with her heels. Once both shoes were off, Castel obediently followed her instructions to remove her socks and sock garters. The soft insteps of her feet were exposed, glistening white, unlike the rest of her skin.

“Kiss it.”

Eve said, her voice laced with amusement. With an expression no different from his usual, Castel carefully wrapped his hands around her left foot, squeezed it, and brought the tip of his lips to the top of her instep.

His fingertips brushed against the sole of her foot, touching her swollen, rough flesh. The man’s heart began to race as he felt the evidence of the foot’s owner’s uninterrupted training beneath the skin of his fingertips. The light touch of his lips on her rounded instep seemed somehow to burn.

“A little deeper. I don’t mind your tongue.”