The heroine stepped down as a slave

Author: qazwsxxswzaq
Word count: 35331
When I met her, it was the first semester of high school (probably 2006). At that time, the school divided arts and sciences into classes in advance for the college entrance examination. I remember that we were in Class 14, Senior 1, and she was the music class representative of our class. Later, she told me that it was because of my out-of-tune voice in music class that she began to notice me. I am average in appearance, not tall, and I was in the top fifteen when I was studying. I am an extremely smart but playful type.
Later, the class adjusted the seats, and I sat behind her. Slowly, we started talking and got to know each other. She always jokes about me calling her sister. At that time, I was ignorant and didn’t know what the relationship between men and women was, but I just wanted to get close to girls. Later, after I pretended not to do it many times, I finally accepted her as my sister as I wished. I have also recognized many younger sisters, but this is the only elder sister. Her home is in the county seat and she can go home every noon and afternoon (day students). In this way, the days passed slowly, and we became inseparable siblings in the school. We studied together, ate together, skipped classes and surfed the Internet together, pressed the road outside the school together, and talked about our dreams together.
Later we became the same table, and when she was sleeping during the lunch break, I always looked at her with my head sideways, seeing her beautiful face, her beautiful hair, her charming smile in her sleep, and her shallow dimples (Actually, many years later, I found that she was not as beautiful as I thought at the time, she was so beautiful). I think this is the best time in the world.
When I was a sophomore in high school, I often went out to play games all night with my classmates. During the period, my classmates taught me to watch pornography and download the artifact vagaa. Anyone who is a little older knows this. Once, I accidentally downloaded a movie that was Japanese. The content of the movie included the imprisonment of men, whipping, and drinking urine. Years later I didn’t know it was an SM movie. I grew up fantasizing about serving girls. Until that day, I fully realized that I really like this. Since then, it has been out of control, always sitting in the corner all night searching for novels, pictures, and videos about SM from the Internet. Later, when I went to university, I got my own computer, and I changed many hard disks, but the SM movies have been saved in good condition, which is about 100G.
When I was about to enter the third year of high school, I finally fell in love and knew what liking was. So, I kept hinting to her that I liked her, but I couldn’t get a positive response. She always thought that what I said was too subtle, and she didn’t understand. It’s ridiculous to think about it later, girls are very sensitive to this, as long as you look at a girl, you can tell whether you like her or not. After repeated hints to no avail, I finally couldn’t help but formally confess my love to her. She said that you are a very nice person, and I treat you as my younger brother. We are not suitable to be together. (At that time, I was young and brainless, thinking that if it was not suitable, I could change it until it was suitable. After many years, I finally understood that I was issued the legendary brother card and good person card.) It was this inappropriate sentence that made me pursue it for two years. Gradually, a shadow of inferiority arose in my heart, thinking that I was not worthyIf I fall in love with her, I have to work harder to be good to her in order to match her.
Every weekend, I always go to her house to play with her cheekily, and she doesn’t refuse to still treat me as a younger brother. Once she was doing laundry at home (I forgot that there was no washing machine or something, it was hand-washed anyway),
Me: “May I wash it for you?”,
Her: “OK”,
So I started doing the laundry, and she was eating fruit next to me.
Me: “You are so embarrassed too? Let me wash?”
She: “What’s the point of embarrassment, you don’t need it for nothing, and you use it for nothing.”
I feel very comfortable in my heart, and I can be of some use to her. After washing for a long time, it is finally finished. There is no underwear, maybe she has washed it. Only clothes, socks, insoles. Then we chatted while watching TV at her house.
She: “Pour me a glass of water, my legs are very tired and I don’t want to move.”
I went to pour water for her, and when I came back, I said, “Let me beat your legs.”
She: “Okay, okay”,
So, I started to beat her legs. She was sitting on the sofa and there was a coffee table behind her. I couldn’t fit the chair down so I had to squat down and beat her legs (I only dared to beat her calves). Later, when I got tired from squatting, I knelt down on one knee and continued to beat her. When she saw it, she asked, “Are you tired?”
Me: “I’m not tired at all.”
She: “Then you continue to pound, it’s quite comfortable.”
I simply sat on the ground and beat her legs regardless of whether the ground was clean or not.
Me: “Are your feet tired? Let me pinch for you too.”
She: “Are you tired? Let’s watch a TV series.”
Me: “I’m not tired at all, I don’t like watching TV shows, I’m happy to do something for you.”
Her: “Wait for me to go to the toilet”
So she went to the toilet, listening to the sound of rushing, I don’t know why my mind is full of scenes from the SM holy water movie I watched before, I really hope that I can also drink her holy water. After she came back, I took off her slippers. She was wearing a pair of light blue socks. To be honest, there was no smell at all, only a faint smell of washing powder, which may be new. I started pinching her feet. After pinching for a long time, I looked at her feet in a daze, and I really wanted to take a bite. For some reason, I suddenly drooled a little. She actually saw it: “You want to eat my feet? Look at your saliva dripping out.”
Me: “Bah, you think your feet are fragrant.” In fact, I really want to, but I don’t admit it because of face. My face was hot and red.
She: “Take off your socks, please?” I took off her socks, and my feet were delicate and cool. There is really an urge to kiss. “Your feet are so white, they must be delicious when made into roasted pig’s trotters.” I teased her half-jokingly. She suddenly stretched her foot to my mouth, “I’ll eat it for you, eat it for you, is it delicious?” I didn’t avoid letting her feet pass over my face and my lips. Seeing that I stretched it back without avoiding it, she might be a little shy.
That day, I didn’t pinch her feet anymore, and the dish she cooked at noon was the best dish I’ve ever eaten. Later, it became a matter of course for me to beat her legs. It’s just that I haven’t touched her feet for a long time.
After a long time, once we had physical education class, we ran five laps first, and then we were free to move around. We sat on the dry grass in the playground to rest,
She: “I’m so tired from running.”,
I:”Shall I give you a pinch? ”
She: “Okay, take off my shoes and socks”, she uses me more and more for granted, and I am also happy