Chapter 22

Hazel’s movements, seeking more intense pleasure, clearly broke the last thread of Enoch’s patience.  

His gaze deepened as if he had been holding something back, his nape reddened from the effort.  

“Step on me.”  

…What?  

The heat that had filled her body instantly cooled at the sudden remark.  

Step on you? Me? You?  

As she blinked in confusion, Enoch squirmed shyly and spoke in a small voice.  

“I’ve always wanted to try being stepped on.”  

Hazel felt as though she had been struck on the back of her head by his explicit desire. She couldn’t bring herself to say anything, her mouth opening and closing in silence, as Enoch slowly slid off the bed.  

Kneeling submissively on the floor, he looked up at Hazel with eyes brimming with a strange atmosphere.  

“Go ahead.”  

Hazel couldn’t adjust to the sudden change in the man who had been stirring her up just moments ago.  

What’s going on? Isn’t he the type who likes to be on top?  

Her gaze naturally dropped to Enoch’s legs. His clean, hairless er*ction stood tall.  

As if further aroused by her gaze, Enoch let out a low sigh, his body trembling.  

Hazel was momentarily speechless at the grandeur of the organ swaying with his every movement. There was no mistaking what he wanted. He wanted her to step on it, between his legs.  

However, no matter how much she knew Enoch Meyer was a deviant, this was not an easy task.  

“Are you seriously asking me to step on you right now?”  

“Yes.”  

“…Why?”  

“It’s exciting.”  

“Stepping on you excites you?”  

“Yes.”  

Though she had guessed he would answer like that, hearing it directly left her at a loss for words.  

Everything they had done up until now was, at its core, about pursuing pleasure. Touching his body, kissing him, pushing his thing between her legs—all of it.  

So, his request for her to step on him wasn’t entirely different in essence.  

It was just a psychological issue. The psychological hurdle of a goody-two-shoes trying something deviant for the first time.  

Even though her foot was within reach, Hazel hesitated. But then, a resolute determination appeared in her eyes.  

Fine. After everything we’ve done, what’s there I can’t do?  

To be honest, her heart was pounding with both tension and excitement. 

Seeing Enoch waiting patiently beneath her feet with a desperate expression was unexpectedly pleasing.  

Swallowing hard, Hazel convinced herself that this wasn’t much different from touching him with her hands and slowly extended her foot.  

Even the light weight of her small foot seemed to send a thrill through Enoch, who let out a low breath and trembled.  

“Hah, ngh…”  

Though she had pressed down on his er*ect organ with her foot, Hazel hesitated, unsure of what to do next. Enoch, who had been quietly enjoying the subtle pleasure, opened his eyes slightly.  

“You don’t know what to do, do you?”  

“Uh, yeah…”  

Enoch smiled knowingly, making Hazel blush in embarrassment.  

“Do whatever you want. For example, like this.”  

Grabbing Hazel’s ankle, Enoch applied pressure with his hand, pressing her sole firmly against the slick, slippery shaft.  

The sensation was so strange that Hazel instinctively tried to pull her foot back, but escaping Enoch’s grip was impossible.  

Using her foot as if to pleasure himself, Enoch pressed his organ firmly against her.  

His face, flushed and radiant, was beautiful, but what lay below was something she could hardly bear to look at.  

“Like this, press firmly, hngh… it works.”  

As if signaling for her to take over, Enoch released her ankle.  

Hazel stared at him as he clasped his hands behind his back, then bit her lip and applied strength to her leg.  

She had to use considerable force to prevent her foot from slipping on the sticky fluids.  

As a result, she pressed down harder than she had intended, and Enoch’s face gradually twisted with pleasure.  

“Hah, ngh, ah… more, more…”  

Seeing him writhing in pleasure, his chest flushed red, Hazel swallowed hard.  

As she began to grasp the rhythm, Hazel deliberately stimulated the sensitive tip with short, intense motions, causing tears to well up in Enoch’s eyes.  

Despite looking as though he was in agony, he didn’t pull away.  

Being stepped on, being squeezed by the torturous pleasure—all of it was his choice.  

Hazel felt a strange emotion. She couldn’t quite define it, but one thing was certain: she didn’t dislike this moment. She couldn’t say she loved it, but she definitely didn’t hate it either.  

Even though her leg muscles ached and throbbed, Hazel didn’t stop. Instead, she leaned forward, pressing down even harder on his organ.  

The tension in Enoch’s body, pulled taut to its limit, was visible to her. Hazel stared directly at him as she stimulated the sensitive tip.  

“Hah, ngh, hngh…”  

With a sound as if his breath was being stolen, it didn’t take long before his body stiffened completely.  

Sensing that the climax was near, Hazel pressed down harder with her foot. At the same time, she felt something burst beneath her.  

Enoch, his eyes half-lidded, gasped for breath, his lips moving wordlessly.  

Seeing him twitch and let out faint moans, Hazel gradually returned to reality.  

Feeling an odd sense of regret, she lightly moved her foot, only for Enoch to shudder violently in surprise. Startled, Hazel quickly withdrew her foot and brought her legs together.  

“Are you… okay?”  

She couldn’t help but ask. His lips, wet and glistening with saliva, his face flushed as if it were on fire, and his lower abdomen and organ covered in white, sticky fluids—it was a sight to behold.  

Perhaps still dazed, Enoch didn’t respond to her question.  

Growing slightly flustered, Hazel hurriedly got off the bed and crouched down to meet his gaze.  

“Enoch?”  

At her call, his eyes slowly moved, his gaze heavy with lingering heat. Hazel instinctively leaned back.  

He muttered something, his lips moving faintly, but she couldn’t make it out.  

“What?”  

As she leaned closer to hear, he murmured in a low voice.  

“It was… amazing…”  

What?  

Hazel blinked in disbelief. But Enoch, seemingly uninterested in her reaction, leaned against her with a satisfied sigh.  

“It was really good…”  

His reaction, as if he’d achieved a lifelong dream, left her speechless. But soon, Hazel flinched as soft hands slid along her side.  

Enoch, slowly rising, naturally pushed her backward.  

“W-wait, ah, ngh…!”  

Hazel exhaled sharply, the sensation of his tongue trailing up her chest sending chills down her spine.  

Enoch, nestling between her still-damp legs, buried his face in her chest.  

Taking a deep breath of her scent, he let out a languid sigh.  

Even that was enough to reignite the embers that had briefly died down.  

Each time Enoch sucked on her chest, leaving red marks, a strange sensation began to stir deep within Hazel’s belly.