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- M/F - Foot Fetish - Domination/Humiliation - Sweaty/Smelly - Violence - Forced The Night had finally arrived. A phenomenon that occurs every month, bringing immortal monsters called Voids. These monsters attack humans caught within the Hollow Night, feeding on a power known as EXS. Anyone who survives the Voids' attack becomes an In-Birth, gaining the ability to control EXS. The Manifestation, better known as EXS, is the source of an In-Birth's power and what the Voids seek to consume. It is a form of energy present in all earthly matter, and is described as "the source of all things." Overuse of EXS abilities or gathering large amounts of EXS within the Void itself, however, can cause an In-Birth to lose itself and begin to have its true self replaced by some sort of "alternative self." This "alternate self" begins to emerge in personality traits such as an increased bloodlust or fits of rage. Soon, these traits completely overwhelm an In-Birth and begin to turn into a Void. That alone would sum up the reason for the great clash that was taking place within that Night. Commonly, In-Births enter the Night to battle, many even affiliating with organizations in order to gain an advantage during this phenomenon, increasing their powers and chances of surviving another Night. And today, members of the two most feared organizations that dominate the Night met; Gordeau of Amnesia and Erika Wagner of Licht Kreis. These organizations not only had a natural rivalry through their interests, but also these two members have unfinished business, being one of Gordeau's greatest motivations for joining the Night. Wagner, the "Flame Tyrant", killed a close friend of Gordeau's in one of these Nights. Roger ended up turning into a Void, and Gordeau was unable to put him out of his misery, regretting having put Roger into these affairs in the first place. At that moment, Wagner appeared and did what Gordeau didn't have the courage to do, piercing Roger with her blade, engulfing him in merciless flames that turned him to ashes. Gordeau could never forgive himself for having hesitated at that all-important moment. He was supposed to be the person responsible for ending his friend, soon his resentments fell on Wagner, seeking revenge even if it would lead to his own death. On the narrow and empty street, all the signs glowed vividly as if everything was functioning normally; hotels, stores, everything. However, only two people could be seen in the middle of the scene. A young girl with blond hair styled into two large spiral curls, which danced in the air along with the flames rising from her sword as she made refined, yet incessant violent attacks against Gordeau; a tall and muscular man, with purple eyes and black, spiky hair with a bang that covers his right eye, which gives off a mysterious, purple glow. Great shock waves surged every time their attacks connected, exposing the seriousness of each of them with this duel. Both of them already had small superficial cuts on their bodies, and the first signs of fatigue were beginning to appear. It was not known how long they had been fighting, but neither of them had any intention of losing. But surprisingly, Gordeau's furious thrusts managed to bring one of Wagner's knees to the ground, causing her to lose her composure for a second. In that short distance, a shadow appeared above Wagner as Gordeau lifted one leg to bring the sole of his boot up to her head. In reflex, she was able to use her left arm to fend off the man's stomp that crashed violently against the shield on her forearm. Cracks were beginning to appear slightly in the concrete beneath her as Gordeau's foot remained glued to her shield, preventing her from using that arm. The amount of blunt force had been enough to make her clench her teeth. In an attempt to withstand that pressure, all Wagner could do was remain in that position. Any uncalculated movement would send her to the ground completely. "Losing your rhythm? You're really going to die if this continues." The man spoke in a serious tone, not ceasing the force on his foot for a second. Her crimson eyes boiled with hatred upon hearing those words, but she was forced to ignore it. She could no longer feel her arm, and it was slowly being pushed by Gordeau, until it reached its limit. Just when she thought she could no longer stand in that position, Gordeau moved his foot away for a second, only to kick Wagner hard enough to send her rolling for several meters before stopping face down on the ground. Wagner immediately tried to get up, but was stopped with the pressure of Gordeau's foot now against her back, pinning her to the ground before she was able to react. "Don't even bother getting up, that's as far as you're going to go." Gordeau stated coldly, twisting his foot slowly behind Wagner's back, making the girl squirm in pain a bit, "Actually, I'm glad I was able to find you before you got to Chaos and Hilda. Judging by the hard time you gave me, you'd probably be able to kill them." "...Ghhk! That's impossible! To be forced against the ground like that by an insolent brute..." Wagner muttered angrily, confused by the outcome of the battle. "I'm sure it must be quite a shock. You must be used to always winning, always standing above your enemies. Should I be honored to be the first person who has ever managed to step on you like a rug?" Gordeau asked, seeming to be more calm than angry now. "How absurd. I can still fight!" Wagner exclaimed, extending her direct hand to the fallen sword near her. "If you say so..." Gordeau said as he calmly removed his foot from Wagner's back and stepped over her hand before it could reach the sword. The sole of his boot settled gently over her hand, only preventing her from continuing her action. "Cretin!" Wagner cursed, staring with eyes filled with anger while the man just stood there, stoic, imposing. "Hm? If you think you still have the strength to keep fighting, it should be easy to push my foot away, right? Or better yet, why don't you try standing up again?" Determined to do just that now that the man's foot was no longer on her back, her heart ironically froze as she realized that her body was not responding properly-her left arm was numb from holding Gordeau's previous attack earlier, her legs seemed only to tremble with the effort she was putting into trying to stand up, and her other arm was being immobilized. For the first time she felt helpless in a battle in the Night. As much as her pride was too immense to admit that she was defeated, unfortunately for her, reality offered cruel facts about her current situation. "Satisfied now? You've lost. The only thing left for you to do is to await your death." Gordeau said, holding the scythe resting on his shoulder tighter. Meanwhile, Wagner could no longer even hear what the man before her was saying. Her mind was going through a deep denial process, questioning her destiny to bring justice with her blade. "So...is this how the curtains are going to close for me?" Wagner mentally asked herself, staring at the boots in his field of vision before closing his eyes and waiting for the inevitable. Noticing that Wagner gave up, Gordeau couldn't help but smile for a moment. He had waited a long time for this moment, and now that it was all happening before him, something inside him stopped him from taking the shortest route. Instead of raising his scythe, he moved the foot that was immobilizing Wagner's hand away, and without using his hands, Gordeau slid his right foot out of his boot. It was not even necessary for him to open the zipper to slide his foot out of the boot; the vast amount of time he spent wearing them before entering the Night could already be easily felt by him with every step he took. The faithful insole that cushioned the soles of his feet remained firm, but they began to take on a spongy texture due to the amount of sweat that dried on them each time. So as soon as his foot was removed from that boot, the thin and almost imperceptible layer of sweat covering his foot made it clear how easy he had it to do this, especially by the surprising absence of sock covering his foot. Visibly pleased to have at least one of his feet free on this cold wind, the man wiggled his toes for a second, sighing quietly to himself. Noticing that Wagner remained closed-eyed and motionless, he brought his bare foot up to the girl's face; flexing his tanned foot gently without touching her face, Gordeau smiled as he could see the trace of confusion forcing a frown onto Wagner's face. It really was confusing to her. The moment she closed her eyes, the only thing she expected to feel was a stabbing pain from Gordeau's scythe in her body. Instead, a strange wave of heat could be felt not far from her face as steamy, dense air entered her nostrils, bringing a scent that she had never smelled before in her life. It was undoubtedly unpleasant, disturbing her senses in a very specific way as if it reminded her of something dirty and sweaty. Disturbed that she was already smelling that unusual odor, Wagner forced herself to open her eyes once more, tilting her face so that she could see what was above her. She expected to see the face of her enemy staring back at her, but all she was able to see was a wide wall of skin obscuring her vision. The features immediately made her understand that it was a foot, yet she still couldn't believe that something as repulsive as someone else's foot was so close to her face like that. That foot was easily able to cover her face, which made that view intimidating. The sole had a dark reddish tinge at the pressure points, resembling the color of a full-bodied red wine while the arch of his foot had a slightly lighter shade. All five toes of his foot wiggled in a manner agonizing to watch, with his big toe serving as a reference for the other toes that followed in descending order. However, the most troublesome feature for Wagner at that instant was the tiny beads of sweat that seemed to drip down the sides of his foot and wanted to rain down on her face. The sole was in apparent signs of perspiration, and the masculine stench that accompanied the air around that foot only confirmed the worrisome state that foot was in. "What is the meaning of this? I died and ended up in hell?" Wagner asked in genuine surprise, receiving a stomp in response that forced one side of his cheek against the cold concrete of the street and the other against the hot, humid surface of the sole of Gordeau's foot. "Who knew there was a sense of humor in you! But no, a quick death would not satisfy me." "Fool! Remove that filthy foot of yours from me this instant! I will not tolerate such insolence!" "You sealed that fate the moment you bowed your head and acknowledged that you were defeated. The only ones who can decide anything are the winners... what happens to your life from now on is up to me alone. I'm sure you also agree with that philosophy in battle." Gordeau said, keeping his foot planted over the girl's face holding her in place as she tried to free herself from that humiliating prison. The words fell on her like huge hailstones. The frustration of being defeated, of being held hostage at the feet of her enemy like that. She cursed her body for not being able to muster the strength to do anything meaningful, even though deep down she knew it would be futile to try to run in those conditions; Gordeau clearly appeared to have more stamina than she did, soon she would be sent crashing to the ground again even if she managed to run. Still, the fact that she could only shiver beneath that man's foot as she was forced to feel the hot, stuffy, pungent stench of male pheromones bombarding her senses and intoxicating her nerve endings with each inhale forced into her nostrils. "...You are being immature and unfair!" the words came out of Wagner's mouth with a clear and intense anger, "Deep down, you feel grateful that someone else took your place when it was time to kill him. Your motive for seeking revenge was empty from the start, and yet—" Before she could finish, Gordeau stomped a little harder on her face, stopping her from continuing. "Listening to you talk about it rubs me the wrong way. I wouldn't push my luck if I were you, not when my foot is in such a perfect position to crush your head." Gordeau warned with an acid expression, his tone of voice evidencing the annoyance he was feeling at her touching on this delicate topic as he applied more force with his foot, causing Wagner to squirm slightly beneath him, "But what fun would it be to finish you off so quickly? After all the trouble I went through to find you and bring you down, the least you could do is entertain this lonely guy a little longer, am I right?" As he finished saying this, Gordeau ceased the pressure on the side of Wagner's face, allowing her to breathe again the intense fumes that were destabilizing the clean air around her. "Miserable. I never thought I would wish to annihilate someone as much as I do now! At least get that disgusting foot off my face! Did you step in a puddle before you came here? It can't be humanly possible for someone's foot to get so moist like that... how disgusting..." Wagner retorted in anger, hating that he was feeling the man's constant perspiration being flattened against one side of his face. "Wow, that was harsh. Don't tell me you've never experienced something like that on your body. As far as I know, it's perfectly normal to sweat." Gordeau commented amusedly, beginning to find it delightful to tease the blonde below him. "Don't make me laugh. If my feet were in the same condition as yours are now, I wouldn't know whether to go to a hospital or throw them in the trash, you filthy pig." "You really know how to hurt a guy's feelings, that's for sure. Anyway, that makes things more interesting! You seem pretty bothered by my natural odor, but my foot isn't even that close to your nose... try taking a good whiff just to be sure!" Gordeau continued, pushing one side of the girl's shoulder with his foot to turn her face up, not taking long to cover her entire face with the same foot he had forced against her cheek a second ago. The mass of oddly soft and warm texture of the sole of the man's foot molded itself to her face, sticking her chin to his heel, her nose and mouth to the arch of his foot, and her eyes to the wide ball of his foot. The heavy gust of a potent, steamy male stench descended into her nostrils with even more vigor than before, sending a burning sensation throughout the girl's body from such humiliation. To her, it was as if the inside of her body was being corrupted with every sniff she was forced to take. Trying to turn her face away from that dangerous sweaty surface, Gordeau just laughed softly at Wagner's desperate effort, and began to rub the sole of his foot from top to bottom repeatedly like a pendulum, controlling the girl's face so that she constantly had her nose and lips glued to the sole of his foot, constantly inhaling his natural musk. All this commotion was really paying off for Gordeau. Even with all his time working in Amnesia and as a mercenary, for him it had never been so much fun to see a target defeated like that. As much as he felt a small tinge of truth in Wagner's remark, he still felt that she deserved to pay for what she did, and watching her squirm like a cockroach trapped under his foot was being a great way to start. Eventually, Gordeau ceased those quick movements with his foot to bring all five of his toes up to Wagner's little nose. With the base of his toes sealing the girl's two nostrils, his toes wrapped around her nose like the tentacles of a Kraken on a pirate ship, covering her nose completely and consequently forcing her to feel the intensity of his scent folded into that part that seemed to emanate an even stronger, muffled heat. Being forced to stay in that position, her ruby-colored eyes stared at the smug face of the man above with an impressive bloodlust. If Gordeau wasn't sure he had total control over her, even he would be intimidated by that alone. However, seeing this only made him more tempted to provoke her, to try to find out what the limit of her patience would be, how hard it would be to break her spirit. "Good thing you can't shoot lasers through your eyes! Looks like you still have energy left over, so you better use all this to cool my feet with those breezes coming in and out of your nose." Gordeau stated exposing his teeth with a wide grin, pinching the girl's nose between his first two digits. The putrid smell of dirty sweat that was produced in the confines of Gordeau's tight boot was already beginning to make her dizzy, especially with all the jerky movements happening over her face. The urge to hurl insults was strong, but Wagner quickly deemed it smarter to keep her mouth shut, fearing she might end up with some sweat dripping from her mouth in the process. His only response to the man's abuse was to remain with his troubled eyes staring at him. Every sharp gasp of air that was forced through her nostrils made her feel even more upset to be in those circumstances; seeing that that man was clearly enjoying this vexing moment made her blood boil. Of all the possibilities presented to her at the outcome of a battle, serving as a rag for someone else to dry their feet was not one of them. With the amount of sweat sticking to her skin, the acrid, intense stench that constantly punished her lungs, and the friction of the soles of her feet occasionally being rubbed against her face made her consider death a good alternative, but unfortunately for her, Gordeau didn't plan on doing anything of the sort anytime soon. "Don't pass out on me now, I'm not done with you!" Gordeau exclaimed cheerfully, causing Wagner's dizzy eyes to open wide with his next move. It took less than a second. In a quick, precise movement, the man dragged his foot down slightly on the girl's face, forcing his toes between her lips and managing to penetrate them more easily than expected. He didn't know if Wagner's guard was so low or if she simply hadn't expected him to be capable of this, but the startled expression on her face made it clear that she hadn't seen it coming either. The only toes that entered her mouth were the first toes, and they quickly found their way to her tongue, exchanging textures and liquids as soon as those sweaty toes began to be bathed in Wagner's saliva. Repulsive, was the only thing that went through Wagner's mind as soon as that startlingly salty flavor began to flow down her throat like a river of magma. However, it didn't take long for Gordeau to feel a stinging pain that made him stare for a second. Raising his foot slightly, Wagner's head followed the movement due to her teeth digging into the top and bottom of his toes. If she had a little more strength left in her body, she would probably be able to make the man bleed, but for now, her bite didn't seem to hurt any more than that of a small dog. "Resisting like that when you're at a disadvantage is not so smart, missy. I could just do this and..." Gordeau said, taking advantage of the fact that his foot was already slightly elevated to stomp with it, causing the girl's head to crash against the concrete with moderate force, immediately feeling the pain in his foot disappear, "See? So simple." "D... Damn you!" The words muffled by her toes escaped from inside Wagner's mouth as she felt her consciousness slowly going away. "On second thought, maybe it wouldn't be so bad if you took a nap. We both know you won't cooperate, so I think I'll settle for just bathing my toes for now." As he said this, the man's toes went back to exploring the moist cavern that was the girl's mouth, occasionally trapping her inexpressive tongue between his toes and forcing her to taste the sharp taste of salt and the unpleasant bitterness that came at the end. She was beginning to feel like crying, but she also refused with all her might to provide any more entertainment to her enemy. In this slow, excruciating way, Wagner spent the last seconds of that Night; feeling the taste of another person filling her mouth in pure degradation in conjunction with the distinct stench of standing odor that continued to contaminate the oxygen around her. The disgusting sensation of having a foot inside her mouth was the only thing present in her mind before her eyes closed. — When she opened her eyes again, she wished that everything that had happened had just been a very specific nightmare. Her vision was blurry at first, and the blinding lighting around her made it even harder to get used to. As she tried to move, she realized that her arms and legs seemed to be bound tightly, so that she could not even try to use her strength. When her vision finally began to adjust, she checked her surroundings once more, noticing that there was something lying next to her head, something with a very familiar smell. It took a moment for her to identify that it was the two boots of the man she had faced. Grimacing, Wagner rolled away from those stinky boots before sitting up and inspecting the place more closely, and that's when their eyes met that same man, except he wasn't dressed the way she remembered. He was wearing a black shirt with rolled up sleeves, a dark grey waistcoat and trousers and light grey tie while he seemed to be drying some glasses on the counter with a relaxed expression. "I see you're finally awake." Gordeau spoke soothingly, still focused on what he was doing. "Explain yourself." "What exactly? You want to know why I haven't killed you yet? Who knows. Maybe I just want to keep you alive a little longer to humiliate you some more, yesterday I could only use your tongue to wipe my toes, so I thought it would be more fun if you did the full job." As those words entered Wagner's ear, a blush of embarrassment formed on her face in conjunction with her furious piercing gaze. Unfortunately, it had all happened for real. She really was defeated and forced to endure the strange punishments of this man who holds a grudge against her. Feeling humiliated just remembering the horrible scent and the sticky sweat dirtying her hair, face and burning her taste buds, she sighed and looked calmer at the man. "Are you an idiot? Why did you bring me to a public place like this?" Wagner questioned, curious to see that the establishment was empty even though it appeared to be working. "The only two customers I have are members of Amnesia. Let's just say a lot of people are afraid to walk into a bar for a drink and run into Paradox." The man replied with a funny air in his tone of voice. "Tch." The girl clicked her tongue as she realized she was stuck in enemy territory, "Whatever. Give me the strongest drink you have. The more alcohol the better." Arching an eyebrow, Gordeau stared at the girl in silence for a few seconds before answering, "Wait... aren't you still in high school? Wouldn't a juice be better?" "Just do it. Quick." Wagner grumbled. The authority present in her voice made Gordeau wonder if she was in her right mind to think she was in a position to make demands. However, the man decided to give in to the request, putting only a small, harmless shot into a glass before leaving the counter and walking over to her. As soon as he positioned the glass on her lips, instead of swallowing the drink, the girl began to use the liquid as a mouthwash before spitting it all out. "...Finally. Imagining that the germs from your disgusting foot could be in my mouth was making me distressed." "Well, like I said, I intend to make you finish what we started, so I guess you'll need another shot later." Gordeau said with an ominous grin before sitting down on the bench nearest them, pointing to his sleek dress shoes. "...Why do you insist on that? Haven't you had enough fun?" Wagner questioned irritated to see that Gordeau ignored her for a few seconds to untie and remove his shoes. Exhaling a long sigh of comfort, the man pushed his shoes aside before settling both feet on the floor, feeling even more relieved to feel the slightly icy tile clashing with his scalding soles. The odor that escaped the shoes and emanated strongly from those feet were not so different from what she had been forced to inhale recently; pure definition of masculine musk. The kind of stench one would expect to smell when opening some athlete's laundry bag in the gym, except that the concentration of that sweaty smell was derived solely from that man's feet. "Ugh, you're not even wearing socks. Do you know how unsanitary that is? The only traces of decency I can tell is that your nails are trimmed and your feet don't have a forest on them, surprising considering you're a troglodyte. That's only the bare minimum anyway." "Yeah, I'll certainly be wearing socks from now on. They would be perfect for shutting your mouth right now, but I think we'll stick to classic and use my foot for this. Come here!" Gordeau commanded with a nod of his index finger as he flexed his toes happily. At this, Wagner stepped back for a moment, feeling like throwing up at the thought of getting close to those feet to put his tongue on them. She could tell just by looking at them that they were just as sweaty as yesterday, maybe even worse now. Noticing that the girl remained petrified, Gordeau sighed in disappointment as he began to consider that he would have to force himself on her again, but was interrupted by the ringing of his cell phone. They both looked surprised for a second, but Gordeau's expression became more relaxed as soon as he saw that it was Hilda, the head of Amnesia. Gordeau answered the phone and remained silent listening for a few seconds before speaking again. "Mhm. Oh, if I met any members of the Licht Kreis in the Night? Actually-" Gordeau started to say, almost coming to consider telling for real, but paused as soon as he saw Wagner start crawling towards him like a worm. The sudden desperation on her face puzzled him. Even more so when he saw the girl begin to scrape her tongue timidly across the top of his feet. "...Actually... I don't think I've found it. Only weaklings showed up, so I doubt any of them were Licht Kreis enforcers." Gordeau replied quietly, feeling the comforting wet touches caressing the tops of his feet. Tilting his feet, the man positioned them so that only his heels were glued to the ground, offering the opportunity for the girl's tongue to explore his exhausted soles. "Do you really want to come here later? Well..." Gordeau continued with a smirk, feeling the girl begin to drag her tongue slowly along the edge of his right foot, "Not a good idea. There are some new drinks I need to stock up on, I wouldn't be able to entertain you." Listening to the entire conversation, Wagner proceeded to try to please Gordeau as much as possible, even if it meant the end of his dignity. If Gordeau hadn't killed her already, perhaps there was a chance she could get out of this situation alive later, however, those chances would become nil if the leader of their organization knew of her current situation. So she didn't hesitate to rub her tongue across the salt-sweat soaked surface as if she were genuinely worshipping him as a superior being. Feeling her tongue go around those toes as if they were little candies, trying to restrain her urge to let her tears escape and mingle in the sea of sweat covering those huge feet. For her it would be more pleasant to be licking the floor, but she had to resign herself to her current circumstance. She was defeated. To return without having eliminated her targets would only further tarnish her honor and purpose. It was painful, frustrating and unfair, but necessary if she wanted to live another day to have a chance to turn the game around. She didn't know how she would do it, she only understood that she would be forced to remain subservient to the man who defeated her while he ignored her existence by casually talking on the phone and drinking at the table, all while she had to keep swallowing that disgusting bodily fluid and feeling the soft, rough contrast of the soles of his feet for the rest of the day.