It was a few hours earlier that two specific students were sleeping in Tokiwadai dormitory. Then, one of them woke up and rubbed her eyes. Holding a hand in front of her mouth as she yawned, Shirai Kuroko checked the clock and saw that it was still more than an hour too early to get up. Or, since now that she checked that her roommate was still fast asleep, it was just bang on time.
The brunette who normally wore twintails smiled a somewhat sleepy smile. Then she turned around to gaze at her dear Onee-sama. What was an hour or two if she could gaze upon her beloved’s beautiful form? There upon the white bed and clad in a frog-print pajama lay Misaka Mikoto, the infamous Ace of Tokiwadai. Although Kuroko would have preferred if she had worn a more flattering nightclothes, she couldn’t deny that there was a certain charm to this too.
Her happy thoughts were interrupted by a giggle, slow and almost seductive in its tone. It immediately brought to mind the proverbial cat that caught the canary.
“Uhuhu now you cannot get away.” Kuroko froze at these words, a bad feeling starting to bubble up in her belly.
“It is a penalty game, so you have to do whatever I say.” The Level 4 all but jumped up and made wild motions with her arms. Who, who was she talking about? What sort of person could possibly make her crush say such wonderful and scary things? It bothered her, it bothered her a lot!
Another series of giggles escaped from Mikoto as she snuggled up to her pillow. Oh, who was she seeing in her mind? Who! “What should I have you do first?”
Why, why couldn’t this nightmare stop? Her dear Onee-sama had been having these sort of episodes since the Daihasei Festival ended.
Yes, truly. Even though some would think otherwise, this entirely one-sided exchange was absolutely natural! There had been zero influence from the magic of a certain cross until now. Indeed, it was only in this very moment that the wave of invisible power washed over the Tokiwadai dormitory.
Misaka shivered a little as the mystic force flowed over her, slightly aware of it in her sleep even though she couldn’t notice it on a higher level. And it was there that the exchange started to take a less than normal route.
“Hmmm.. yes why don’t you rub my feet while I think of something good.” The Level 5 giggled and once again snuggled into her pillow. “If you do a good enough job I may even give you a reward.”
Oh such cruelty! What evil! This was beyond any torture Kuroko had ever had to deal with since meeting the Railgun. Being shocked was nothing to having to lie there as she listened to these words, unable to do anything at all.
“Do I really have to lie here though?”
Well of course she had to, Kuroko answered herself at the odd thought. She couldn’t very well go over there and start massaging her Onee-sama’s feet.
”But she asked for it.”
That was true of course, but she was asleep right now. So it wasn’t like she was really asking her much as it pained her to admit.
”It would help her dream though. I want her to have a good sleep, keep her body happy and satisfied. Misaka needs this even if she may not believe so once she wakes up.”
Kuroko didn’t understand where these arguments came from, but they sounded so right that she couldn’t help agreeing. Though the truth of the matter was simple enough to understand: These new thoughts were being caused by a certain spell that had just been cast over the city. Her fresh budding perverted side... Or should that be more perverted side was whispering in her ear like a devil on her shoulder.
But the really interesting part? Kuroko wasn't the only one with such a devil on their shoulder, whispering naughty thoughts that simply made far too much sense. That is the truly insidious part of it all: Your own desires are corrupting you from within. How do you fight what you really, actually want deep down? Especially when you don't even know it's a fight you should be fighting in the first place.
Kuroko struggled with her own conscience, but she had the disadvantage of not having much of a Shoulder Angel to counter her new Shoulder Devil in the first place. And really, what was so bad about a little massage anyway? Others would be envious about such a thing being given out for free.
Carefully, the Level 4 rose from her bed and walked towards the foot of her roommate’s sleeping place. Her feet automatically moving around the creaking parts of the floorboard, having long since memorised the safe route. Her eyes were on the prize: Misaka's glorious feet!
“Hmmmm.. will you get to it already?” Came the sleepy voice of Misaka Mikoto and our wannabe masseuse licked her lips as she saw a few toes wiggle in impatience. She kneeled down and held her hands out towards these treasures when she hesitated. Many times of being shocked had ingrained a certain instinct over doing things that would get the Railgun’s ire.
”You want it, she wants it, what is the harm? Everyone will be happier in the end.”
Kuroko sighed as the newest bit of perverted advice was added to the list of oh so sensible arguments for this whole thing. Right, there was no going back at this point. Carefully she took hold of one of the naked feet of her crush with both hands. Lightly holding onto them, she let her fingers wander over the soles in feathery touches that were overall more like she was trying to tickle the other girl than anything else.
“Auuhh… not bad, but put some more effort into it pet.” Kuroko shuddered at these words. To be called such a thing of all things, even if it was just her imagination and her beloved was dreaming of someone else! It made her all hot and bothered just thinking about being ordered around like this.
Still a little hesitant, but further pushed onwards by the whispers of her new extra-perverted side, she started kneading the Level 5’s feet a bit more. Strong enough that it was noticeable, but trying to not go too far. If Mikoto woke up, she already knew what would happen. Zap!
But oh, didn’t the danger give this a special sort of excitement? Was this how couples felt when they did something forbidden in public? The thrill of knowing you could get caught at any moment, the scandal, the punishment... It was enough to make the girl quiver in anticipation!
Slowly Kuroko worked her way over the foot she was massaging until she got to the toes, carefully working on them. Oh, it was almost like a game by now. She could see them wiggling as she lightly pushed and pulled. Then the girl switched to the other foot when it was almost pushed into her face with a sleepily mumbled.
“Next one…”
It was a pleasure to Kuroko, something that couldn’t be made better in any way at all! She was basically already in a happy dream.
“Munya… okay..” Kuroko froze as Mikoto mumbled a little louder than before and turned her head in the other direction. Snuggling once again into the pillow, the Esper giggled and smirked diabolically. It would have been utterly adorable to any observer, if not for the next words that escaped her mouth.
“Now suck them.”
Kuroko twitched at these words, not sure if she was starting to hallucinate from sheer happiness. There was no way that she had really heard this, right? Never, this would be even better and that just couldn’t be. One finger was still around Misaka’s right toe and pulled maybe a little too hard.
“Hmmm… yes suck the toes, every single one.”
Mikoto spoke as if to mock her limited self-control, or maybe to give her hope to be honest. Because Kuroko couldn’t find anything about this proposal that she would ever dislike. That is, except the potential fallout of the entire thing.
”But she asked, so you have to do what she asks. She is the mistress, you are her pet. And pets don’t get to say no to their owners.”
Kuroko licked her lips slowly and almost sensuously. It wasn’t fair, but she really couldn’t help it. And if her Onee-sama woke up, oh she would be punished like a bad pet even though she just did as told.
But it couldn’t be helped, couldn’t it?
Kuroko slowly brought her tongue towards the other girl’s little toe. After a moment of final hesitation, she took a single lick as if she was tasting a cone of ice cream.
Salty, she thought to herself and the taste was indeed a bit unusual. Not bad though, a little exotic even if she was honest. Sweat and something else, some leftover shower gel? Coconut maybe? With a little hesitation but unable to resist this temptation any longer, she took another lick.
It was like when one takes a little piece of chocolate out of a box of chocolates. First you go ‘just one more’ and then you take another and another until you are throwing them down into your gullet like a hungry wolf.
Kuroko lathered her Onee-sama’s feet with her love, tongue tasting toe after toe before then continuing with the soles and following up with the upper part. She had to stretch quite a bit to reach there without waking the other student.
“Hmmm yes just like that, show me your loyalty my little pet. Suck on them!”
By this point, Kuroko was not even questioning the orders she was being given anymore. Her mistress was commanding her! She was nothing but a slave to her beloved’s will and desires. Anything she would do, strip naked and play with herself for her amusement. But this, oh this was a reward beyond measure.
Kuroko had never sucked on another’s toes, or licked another’s feet to be honest. It wasn’t unlike sucking a finger if she was honest, especially with the thinner ones. The Teleporter closed her eyes with a cute little toe in her mouth, tongue playing with the tip and tasting every part of it.
“Ahhhh that is it… ohhh you are better than I thought…” Were these moans? Oh, never in her wildest dreams… alright maybe her wildest dreams were actually not at all this tame, but still.
To hear her wonderful Onee-sama making such a lovely voice from her careful ministrations! It was worth every effort, even if she got shocked right this very moment it would be worth it.
“Uhhh… so cute my little… how about I reward you a little?”
Kuroko looked up from her task, but made sure to still continue showing her love. What could possibly be a reward to top this? Oh, she knew of course that there was more beyond, but there were so many possibilities. What would her mistress grant in her generosity?
“Now come close.. you can leave my feet for now…”
Kuroko paused, unsure whether to follow a command for the first time since she had lost herself in her task. But once again there was the voice whispering in the back of her head.
”When the mistress calls, a good pet wags her tail and comes to get her reward. Don’t you want it? Surely it will be something good...”
Kuroko rubbed her legs together, feeling the heat in every part of her body by now, but especially there. She really couldn’t say no, especially when a unsatisfied sound came from her mistress.
The Teleporter slowly let go of the foot she had been working over, then moved closer to the top of the bed.
“Hmmmm closer…” Although Kuroko was sure that the other girl couldn’t possibly see her in her sleep, she still followed the demand. Then finally, she was next to her crush’s head and paused to wait for what to do next.
Mikoto turned a little until her head was no longer lying on the side, but instead with the back on the pillow. Another series of sensuous giggles escaped her mouth that made pleasant waves course through Kuroko’s spine.
“Now my little cutie, you can kiss me.”
Kuroko froze, biting her lower lip in indecision at these words. They weren’t orders and she even though she really really wanted to follow them, oh how much she wanted to, she felt like she shouldn’t
”But your mistress is granting you this reward. It is the rightful price of a little pet like you. You want to be a good pet, don’t you?”
As if to punctuate these temptations, Mikoto wiggled her nose and made an unhappy noise before speaking again.
“Don’t you want to kiss your mistress? Now get to it… please…”
That was the breaking point.
It was the first time that Kuroko had heard this sleeping mistress make a request, one spoken with audible need. The student grabbed hold of the bed’s edge with more force than necessary to calm herself. Then she slowly leaned over.... closer and closer... until she was a mere breath away from the sleeping beauty.
Naturally this was when the timed clock of one Misaka Mikoto started beeping loudly.
As the Railgun’s eyes fluttered open, Kuroko could only wonder if she had really been worshipping those feet for more than an hour. Then her danger instincts took control, she took a quick glance towards her bed. A quick mental calculation later, she lay on top of her bed. Next she teleported her blanket just barely above her body and pulled it down quickly.
Closing her eyes and doing her best impression of innocence, Kuroko could only hope that her Onee-sama was still too sleepy to see who was in front of her.
“Uwahhh… what.. wasn’t there someone a moment ago?” Came the surprised and confused voice of one Misaka Mikoto. The girl looked around, but couldn’t find anyone in the room aside from Kuroko, who was lying in her bed. Huh, looked like the clock hadn’t woken her up.
Then Mikoto shivered before noticing that her feet were a little cold. She blinked, then tried to rub some of the sleep out of her eyes and pulled her feet under the blanket. Hmmm.. strange they also felt kinda wet.
Curiously pulling one foot closer, she touched it with one hand and… found a thin layer of some unknown liquid covering her entire foot. The Ace of Tokiwadai opened and closed her mouth, a certain image from a already half forgotten dream coming to mind. Heat shot into her face and she quickly turned a bright red at the mere idea that that had actually happened. He couldn’t… no she was silly.. but why?
Then she got an idea, one that made a good deal more sense than a certain spiky-haired boy coming in the middle of night to do things with her feet.
”Kuroko, do you have anything to say in your defence for trying to make me pee myself in my sleep?” It may sound silly, but really this wasn’t that ridiculous. Maybe she was planning to console her or something? Or generously offer her to share her bed with the Railgun?
To the other girl’s credit, she didn’t try to run for it or beg for forgiveness. Instead she just opened her eyes and asked.
“I think regardless of what I say, you won’t give me any mercy, won’t you Onee-sama?”
Misaka Mikoto gave a diabolic grin, one that did not give Kuroko any desire to rub her legs together or lick her lips.
That day a number of other students in the dormitory complained about a sudden flash of light waking them up from sleep.
Sometime later, the dorm supervisor saw the students off for class. She blinked as one Kuroko Shirai walked past of her.
“Why does she have a afro?” She asked, then remembered with whom the girl was rooming and shrugged her shoulder. As long as they didn’t do anything troublesome, she had no reason to break their necks.
Tue Aug 29 17:54:21 2017