Upon seeing Qing Tan agree, Wuming was overjoyed. He approached her, and the closer he got, the more excited he became. He could even smell the fragrance emanating from her. After a few steps, Wuming stopped in front of her. He lowered his head to look closely at Qing Tan's face. Her delicate features captivated him, and he even had the urge to lean down and kiss her. However, he suppressed this urge, then knelt down on one knee before her. After gently lifting her raised left foot with both hands, Wuming asked again, "Qing Tan, may I take off your shoes?"
Qing Tan didn't speak, but simply nodded in agreement.
After Qing Tan nodded, Wuming's hands moved again. He pulled on the boot straps, loosening the bow. Instead of immediately removing Qing Tan's boots, Wuming went to her other foot and untied the right boot. He then held the sides of both boots. Qing Tan, worried about exposing her skirt, didn't make any large movements, but she cooperated by lifting her left foot so Wuming could remove her shoe. Seeing Qing Tan's action, Wuming smiled slightly, and then, with a gentle pull, removed Qing Tan's boot.
After Qing Tan's boots were removed, Wuming's heart skipped a beat. Before him lay Qing Tan's two delicate feet, one on the ground, the other propped up in front of him. Wuming's gaze was fixed on the raised foot, and through the thin black stockings, he could see five small toes pressed tightly together. Although Wuming wasn't a foot fetishist, the sight left him speechless with amazement, momentarily stunned.
"Do you really like feet that much?"
Qing Tan looked at the suddenly motionless Wuming and spoke directly. She glanced at Ying Huanhuan again and noticed that Ying Huanhuan was holding a crystal, apparently recording everything that was about to happen to her. At that moment, Qing Tan seemed to remember something, smiled slightly, and then called out to Wuming, "Take off all your clothes and lie down on the ground."
"Ah? But I haven't..." Wuming was jolted awake from his reverie by Qing Tan's words. He realized he hadn't touched Qing Tan's feet yet, but from her words, he seemed to have lost that chance. How could he accept this? He couldn't immediately play with Qing Tan's body, but at least he could touch her, even just her feet. So Wuming tried to regain his chance, but before he could finish speaking, he shut his mouth because he saw Qing Tan's embroidered eyebrows furrow slightly.
Nameless had no choice but to force a bitter smile. Although he was somewhat displeased, he couldn't show it, as doing so would end his training session. So, Nameless stood up, unbuttoned his clothes, and put them into his storage bag. Now, Nameless stood naked before Qing Tan, but he wasn't embarrassed. After all, he was a grown man, and he was going to be seen later. Unfortunately, his penis wasn't erect; otherwise, Nameless could have shown Qing Tan his impressive member.
After stripping off all his clothes, Wuming lay down on the ground. Although the room wasn't usually used, it was still cleaned daily, so the floor was very clean. Even if it wasn't clean, his Yuan energy could solve that problem. Therefore, Wuming lay down without any worries. He chose to lie vertically in front of Qing Tan, rather than horizontally. Although he didn't know what Qing Tan wanted him to do by undressing, if he wanted to see under her skirt, this was the only position. After all, Qing Tan's skirt wasn't short, and it looked like it had more than one layer, so from the side, it was almost impossible to see anything. Lying vertically was different; he was directly facing Qing Tan's lower body at a low angle. Although Qing Tan's legs were currently blocking his view, her feet would still move, so this was the only direction Wuming could take advantage of. This was Wuming's choice; if he could see something beautiful, even if he didn't actually meet Qing Tan tonight, his trip would still be worthwhile.
When Qing Tan saw Wuming lying upright in front of her, she slightly pursed her lips. As the mistress of a palace, with her vast knowledge of people, how could she not know Wuming's little scheme?
However, she didn't bother to hide it. After all, tonight's events weren't just about showing him something, so what if he peeked under her skirt and saw something?
Qing Tan first looked at Wuming's lower body. Since it hadn't grown, it was currently limp and hanging there. Then, without moving, Qing Tan used her spiritual power to lift the sofa she was sitting on, taking a few steps forward before landing again, trapping Wuming's legs in the gap beneath the sofa.
"Qing Tan, what are you doing?"
Wuming was slightly taken aback by Qing Tan's actions. His thighs were now half-buried under the sofa, and he had no idea what Qing Tan was planning. He could only look at her with confusion.
Qing Tan didn't speak, only smiled slightly, and then lifted her left leg, which had been resting on her right.
At this moment, Wuming didn't bother to ask Qing Tan anything. Instead, he stared wide-eyed at the area between Qing Tan's legs, not wanting to miss even a single opportunity. However, he was quickly disappointed. Just as Qing Tan's left leg was about to leave, and he was almost about to see something, he saw a hand fall down, pressing down on the hem of Qing Tan's skirt between her legs. After her left leg hit the ground, the skirt fell completely down, obscuring the view that was about to be revealed by her legs. When Wuming looked up at Qing Tan, he saw her still lying lazily on the sofa, her left hand still supporting her head, while her right hand was pressed between her legs, a mischievous smile on her face. This made Wuming smile wryly, and he could only lie back down and continue to watch. After Wuming lay down, Qing Tan raised her left leg again, but Wuming's mind was still on what was under Qing Tan's skirt, so his gaze remained focused there. He only caught a glimpse of Qing Tan's left foot moving in front of him, though he didn't know exactly where. Regardless of whether he knew or not, the foot landed instantly. Wuming jolted awake, immediately realizing where Qing Tan's foot had moved to. He felt something soft pressing against his limp lower body, sending him into a daze once more.
However, Wuming quickly regained his senses. He looked down in disbelief and saw that Qing Tan's left foot was indeed pressing against his lower body. His mouth gaped open. He was certain he wasn't hallucinating; he could clearly feel the sensation in his lower body—the luxurious silk touching him, and behind that thin silk, however, was not just ordinary silk, but also the warmth of her body. He could even faintly feel the softness of Qing Tan's small foot. This feeling told him that this was real, not a hallucination.
Wuming looked up and saw Qing Tan still in the same position, still with that wicked grin. He shuddered again, because he felt Qing Tan's foot pressing down on his lower body. Qing Tan's foot didn't stop after pressing down, but continued downwards. Wuming could feel the pads of her toes sliding over his genitals, even brushing against his scrotum, then her toes. Then, as if crossing a line, her toes suddenly detached from his lower body. His lower body, though still limp, bounced slightly, striking the instep of her foot.
However, this was only the beginning. Before Wuming could say anything, Qing Tan's foot moved again, her toes pointing upwards, pressing against the top of his glans. Then, she began to lift her entire leg upwards, raising Wuming's lower body, which Qing Tan had just pressed down on. Finally, his lower body was raised to over ninety degrees, forcing him to helplessly lie back on his lower abdomen. But Qing Tan's actions didn't end there. Wuming saw Qing Tan's small toes slightly part, stretching the thin stockings open, and then she moved closer to his lower body, positioning his genitals against her... Between the first and second toes, Wuming felt a thin layer of stockings pressed against the head of his penis. The pressure from the stockings on his glans increased, and the stockings stretched between Qing Tan's left first and second toes, causing it to indent. His still-unerring penis entered, and then the first and second toes closed, trapping his penis between Qing Tan's toes. Seeing this, Wuming's breathing became heavy. He no longer cared about looking under her skirt; he never imagined that the girl he had longed for day and night would give him a footjob.