After laughing, Qing Tan looked at Wuming, her small foot touching his penis again. This time, however, she didn't use much force, just lightly tapping his penis with her toes, then circling the edge of the glans. After a few strokes, Qing Tan heard Wuming's breathing become heavy again.
"Heh~ Now you still dare to say you're not a pervert?" Qing Tan looked at Wuming with a smile, looking down at him as he panted and stared intently at her skirt.
Wuming's eyes twitched, and his mouth moved slightly, but he ultimately couldn't utter a word of rebuttal. Feeling the sensations from his lower body, he indeed felt more excited than ever before; his penis was noticeably harder, even causing a slight pain. Although Qing Tan's thighs weren't particularly long, her toes were incredibly agile. He felt as if his penis wasn't being stimulated by her toes, but rather by playful sprites teasing his nerves.
Qing Tan's right foot moved again, not raising the angle, but moving directly to Wuming's lower body. She lightly lifted her toes, raising Wuming's scrotum, causing him to shudder again. Qing Tan chuckled once more, placing her left foot on the shaft of his penis and pressing down slightly, pinning it against his lower abdomen. At the same time, her right foot lowered its grip on Wuming's scrotum, one toe touching the center of his testicles, then sliding upwards. She quickly reached the junction of the scrotum and penis, feeling her toe pressing on a slightly bulging area compared to the surrounding flesh—the duct through which Wuming's penis transported sperm. Qing Tan's toe continued sliding upwards along this sperm-carrying duct.
Wuming only felt a sensation stimulating his body. As Qing Tan's foot continued upwards, his body tensed more and more. Soon, when Qing Tan's toes reached the glans of his penis, Wuming's head involuntarily tilted back slightly, his eyes narrowed slightly, and a muffled groan escaped his throat again. The feeling was indescribable, yet it was this ineffable sensation that caused his body to react involuntarily.
"Hehe, Wuming, your reaction is so strong! How do you feel now? Comfortable? Or stimulating?" Qing Tan covered her mouth with her left hand and laughed.
However, it was clear that Qing Tan was only asking; she didn't expect an answer from Wuming, or rather, she didn't intend for him to answer, because she didn't give him time to reply. Immediately after asking, her legs moved. Her left leg, which had been pressing down on his penis, moved away, and Wuming's penis sprang up instantly, standing erect. This time, Qing Tan didn't move one leg at a time; she lifted both legs, knees spread outwards, soles of her feet facing each other, then brought them closer together, trapping Wuming's penis between her legs. Then, her legs began to slide up and down.
"Hiss..." Qing Tan's sudden movement made Wuming gasp. The pleasure emanating from below and the scene unfolding before his eyes clearly told him that Qing Tan, whom he loved, was actually giving him a footjob. Although this sensation lacked the tightness and warmth of actual intercourse, it offered a unique kind of enjoyment. Especially with Qing Tan's exceptionally skillful feet, the sensation was amplified, making Wuming feel that it was almost as pleasurable as his previous encounters with other women.
And it wasn't just the pleasure emanating from his lower body that excited Wuming; the scene before him was equally thrilling. The place he'd been staring at was finally moving. Now, beneath Qing Tan's skirt, as her legs moved up and down beneath him, the hem of her skirt began to lift, revealing a large expanse of her snow-white thighs. Of course, this wasn't the most important thing. Wuming's ultimate focus was on what lay between Qing Tan's legs. However, although the skirt had lifted considerably, unfortunately, Wuming still couldn't see even a glimpse of what was going on. But he wasn't in a hurry, because he knew that as long as Qing Tan didn't deliberately try to cover herself, it wouldn't be long before he saw what he wanted to see.
Sure enough, not long after, Wuming seemed to catch a glimpse of the outline of Qing Tan's buttocks peeking out from under her skirt. The outline grew increasingly clear, and as Qing Tan's feet continued to move, a faint white mark appeared at the edge of the buttocks, beneath the thin black stockings. Although the white mark was small and would soon disappear into the hem of the skirt, for Wuming at that moment, it was like a drop of water in the desert—not enough to quench his thirst, but enough to fill him with excitement and hope.
Seeing a glimmer of hope, Wuming naturally wouldn't let it pass. He stared even more intently at the bottom of Qing Tan's skirt. Finally, when Qing Tan raised her right leg high, Wuming's eyes widened. This time, he finally saw the scene he had long awaited. As Qing Tan's right leg lifted, her skirt was pulled up quite a bit by her thigh, revealing a small patch of white fabric. However, it wasn't the white petticoat beneath the skirt, but rather the white fabric between her legs beneath her stockings. Although the white appeared somewhat dull due to the thin stockings and the dim light, it was undeniably clear. Despite the nameless gaze, Qing Tan only managed to glimpse a small portion of her underwear when she lifted her leg. But then, the hem of her skirt suddenly dropped significantly towards her waist, turning that small patch of white into a large expanse of white. A white triangle sat between her legs, with much of the skirt still covering her waist. Although the full view wasn't visible, most of the scenery was revealed. And although it was the purest color, it still aroused a man's heart. However, to Wuming's slight disappointment, a black stripe obscured the white area between the stockings, blocking out the most beautiful sight.
"How is it? Does it look good?"
A voice came from in front of Wuming, teasing and mocking. Wuming paused, looking up to see Qing Tan's pretty face. She was smiling, looking at him with a strange expression, a mixture of mockery and amusement. Wuming blushed slightly. His gaze lowered to Qing Tan's waist, and he noticed her left hand was somewhere on the hem of her skirt, tugging at a small fold of fabric. Remembering how the skirt had just fallen down, Wuming's face turned even redder. He realized he'd seen what was under the skirt because Qing Tan had pulled it down herself. He thought he'd hidden it well, but Qing Tan had known he was peeping all along.
"Hehe, I didn't expect the Grand Elder's grand-disciple to be even more perverted than I imagined. Not only does he like girls' feet, but he also likes to peep under their skirts. I'm sure my nickname 'Big Pervert' is fitting," Qing Tan chuckled, her feet once again climbing onto Wuming's penis and stroking it.
"I, I, um..." Wuming was speechless, overwhelmed by Qing Tan's words and the pleasure emanating from his penis. He could only utter a few repetitive words. He had never been interested in feet before, but somehow he had fallen for Qing Tan's feet. And why would he need to peep before?
As the Grand Elder's grand-disciple, shouldn't he have women throwing themselves at him whenever he wanted?
How could he have spent the entire night peeping under Qing Tan's skirt?
"Hmm!"
Just then, Wuming let out another muffled groan, his body trembling slightly. After Qing Tan's teasing with his feet, he was on the verge of ejaculation. His penis was slightly swollen, even hotter than before, throbbing slightly, and his scrotum contracted.
At the same time, Qing Tan's legs stopped, but not just stopped; they clamped tightly around his penis, forcibly stopping its throbbing. Then Qing Tan chuckled softly.
"Uh, Qing, Qing Tan?"
Wuming was startled by Qing Tan's sudden action, his whole body twitching slightly. He was just about to ejaculate, but now Qing Tan's tight grip on his penis made him retract his urge, forcefully suppressing it. Wuming raised his hands and touched Qing Tan's feet, looking at her with a slightly bitter expression, wondering why she had suddenly done this.
"Hehe, are you about to ejaculate? No way!" Qing Tan chuckled, her face beaming, but her actions were anything but pleasant.
"Qing Tan, please, let me... let me ejaculate!" Wuming pleaded with a wry smile, his face flushed.