After Emma lifted her arms, her smooth, pale armpits were exposed—tender and without a single hair, aesthetically pleasing to the eye.
Originally, Rudius felt some resistance to smelling her armpits, but upon discovering how clean and attractive they were, his reluctance diminished considerably.
Without hesitation, he leaned his face close to the girl’s armpit and sniffed.
There was also a faint, delicate fragrance.
Emma never expected him to do such a thing.
Seeing him sniff her armpit like a creep, an intense sense of shame surged within her.
But she didn’t dare to shout at him to stop—she could only turn her flushed face away.
Rudius sniffed at Emma’s armpit for a while, making sure to memorize the scent before ending this seemingly perverted behavior.
He praised Emma: “Not bad. Your armpits are quite sexy.”
Emma felt extremely awkward—unable to agree or disagree, filled with intense inner shame.
She kept a stiff face and remained silent.
Rudius smiled slightly, then crouched down in front of her, staring intently at her feet.
Emma instinctively retracted her feet slightly, looking at him in surprise.
Did he actually want to smell her feet too?
Sure enough, Rudius looked up and said to her, “Lift your foot.”
Emma hesitated for a moment, then lifted one foot slightly, standing on the other.
Since Rudius hadn’t violated their earlier agreement, she couldn’t refuse his request.
“Higher. I can’t smell it like this,” Rudius urged.
Emma stared at him in shock, a flicker of disgust in her eyes.
This guy really did want to smell her feet.
How disgusting—a sewer-dwelling bug.
Didn’t he realize how perverted this was?
At the same time, Emma was very reluctant to let him smell her feet.
Because she was wearing summer sandals, her bare feet were directly visible, meaning Rudius could smell her bare feet directly.
Just the thought was hard for her to accept.
It wasn’t that she worried her feet might smell—she simply found it repulsive.
Rudius raised an eyebrow.
“What? Do you have a problem?”
Emma’s heart skipped a beat.
After weighing it in her mind, she still didn’t dare refuse, gritting her teeth as she lifted her foot a little higher.
She closed her eyes, silently comforting herself: It’s just a foot.
I’m not losing anything.
Seeing her foot raised to a suitable height, Rudius leaned closer for a careful look.
He found her bare foot pale, tender, and exquisitely shaped, like an artwork carved from ivory.
Even tucked into sandals, it lost none of its charm.
The five toes were like pearls adorning it, the toenails a faint pink, giving one the urge to put them in one’s mouth.
After a long while without hearing any movement, Emma couldn’t help opening her eyes to look.
She found him crouching before her, examining her foot.
His face was very close to her foot, as if he could smell it at any moment.
Emma was slightly stunned, feeling an inexplicable strangeness in her heart.
Seeing Rudius crouching before her with her foot less than twenty centimeters from his face, deep down, Emma actually felt a hint of pleasure.
At that moment, Rudius noticed her foot tremble slightly, the five toes tightening then relaxing.
He could no longer restrain himself.
Leaning his face closer, he stopped his nose about a centimeter from Emma’s foot, then took a deep sniff.
Watching him smell her stinky foot, Emma’s pupils contracted sharply.
Her eyes held both shame and excitement.
Her legs instinctively tightened together, her body trembled slightly, a seductive blush rose on her cheeks, and a warm flow seemed to escape from within her.
Rudius wasn’t looking at her face.
After tentatively sniffing once and detecting no unpleasant odor, he felt reassured and continued sniffing, carefully committing the scent of Emma’s jade-like foot to memory.
Just then, the tip of Emma’s sandal brushed against his nose.
Rudius was startled.
Looking up, he found Emma now had a face full of blush, staring intently at him.
Her eyes were filled with excitement, her body even trembling slightly because of it.
Noticing him looking at her, Emma’s expression changed.
She turned her face away unnaturally, looking elsewhere.
Seeing her so guilty, Rudius seemed to understand something, a mischievously amused smile appearing on his face.
He deliberately asked, “Emma, you’re not getting excited, are you?”
“Who… who’s excited? Don’t talk nonsense,” Emma retorted loudly, her eyes flustered.
“Still denying it? Look how red your face is. To actually get turned on by someone smelling your feet—you really are a pervert.”
Emma said angrily and shamefully, “Shut up! I’m just too hot, that’s all.”
Yet her face grew increasingly flustered.
Rudius didn’t let her off, continuing to tease, “Stop pretending. I can see right through you. You clearly enjoyed it just now when I smelled your stinky foot. Want me to smell it again? Maybe even kiss it?”
Emma was mortified with shame and anger.
Having her secret exposed made her feel utterly humiliated, wishing she could find a hole to crawl into.
But seeing Rudius make as if to lean closer and kiss her foot, she couldn’t help revealing a look of anticipation in her eyes.
However, Rudius didn’t actually kiss her foot.
He laughed mockingly, “Look at you, still claiming you’re not a pervert. Who would have thought you had such a fetish, noble Miss Emma?”
Hearing the teasing and mockery in his tone, Emma’s face paled.
Her eyes slowly reddened, grew moist, as if tears might fall at any moment.
Her foot also slowly lowered.
Rudius’s eyes shifted.
Suddenly, he grabbed her foot and took off her sandal.
Rudius actually held her pale, jade-like bare foot in his hand, playing with it.
It felt like holding a warm piece of fine jade—smooth, delicate, exceptionally tender.
After examining it for a moment, Rudius suddenly opened his mouth and bit one of her toes, simultaneously looking up to observe Emma’s face.
Emma trembled all over, her eyes blankly watching him kiss her foot, a shy expression appearing on her flushed face.
“Route One: The young girl before you hopes that a lowly and humble person like you will kiss her bare feet. Pleasing her in such a base manner will give her an extraordinary sense of satisfaction, as if she were stepping on you ruthlessly.”
“Route Two: She actually wants you to kiss her filthy, stinking feet. To you, who aspires to be an outstanding pervert, this is nothing short of a provocation. You decide to trample her underfoot, stepping hard on her noble face with the sole of your shoe.”
When he noticed Emma’s reaction just now, a new route prompt appeared in Rudius’s eyes.
His heart softened, and he chose Route One, kissing Emma’s foot.
Fortunately, Emma paid great attention to personal hygiene, and her feet were very clean.
Holding it in his mouth now, there was no odor at all; he even tasted a hint of sweetness.
Even so, Rudius felt very displeased.
His dignity wouldn’t allow him to do such a thing.
He only did it to avoid stepping on Emma’s face, but that didn’t mean he intended to let her off the hook.
He watched the girl whose expression changed from shock and shyness to excitement after he took her toe into his mouth.
She even closed her eyes, her face flushing as she enjoyed his service.
Rudius snorted inwardly, then spat out her toe and flipped up her skirt, revealing her lower body clad in safety pants.