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彼女はどの民族ですか

Would looove to see character sheets for them if it were possible

“Gladly, I have no issue doing so whatsoever.” A knowing smirk spreads widely across those lips of hers, her eyes taking on a predatory form.

“H’oh? I will do so then. Although, later, in private. Let’s just say that the smell would be better witnessed in… more, confined spaces. A lack of ventilation would be best.” Smirking, she responds.

“Hm hm, why thank you.” She grins whilst she kisses her foot, watching the onslaught of kisses occur with that entertained expression maintained on her face.

“How wonderful.” Her eyes follow to her face as she brings up to her bare heels, seeming to go in for a kiss. Sayuka allows it, without much reaction.

“Ah, you’re mine? Well, I certainly do not mind owning a cutie such as yourself.” Sayuka says, with a smile.

“Hm?” A tilt of her head. “Are you trying to say something?” She questions, leaning her head further into her hand whilst curiously looking upon her.

Sayuka looks at her expression, noting the spasms just as well before the lack of movement. A sly grin present upon her lips. “A wonderful reaction.”

Having it in her mouth she can taste the many months of constant walking, even running, and the stale sweat of a nice, hot summer with stuffy shoes. Sayuka watched as her footwear becomes practically filled with the semen. “Ah, you came.”

“Such vehement declarations of love… I do enjoy hearing them.” Sayuka comments, still watching with an entertained gaze. Of course, it is incredibly moist within her shoe. That moisture holding in some of the greater pungency.

Her eyes widen some. “Oooh, inside of the shoe? I wouldn’t have expected that. It must be nice and tight, packed with poignant odor in there. I can practically smell the desperation from here…” She seems to be more entertained now, as she’s watching.

“Hm? More?” Sayuka tilts her head. “My, you’re quite greedy, aren’t you?” She says, whilst watching her on the ground with a slightly amused gaze. “That footwear should be quite plentiful.”

A smirk graces her lips ever so slightly as she watches her mind shatter due to the fetid, ungodly stench that emanates from those horrendously unwashed socks of hers. “Of course. I put a lot of work into those after all. To make sure that smell never fades away.”

Sayuka’s merely watching with one of her typical impassive expressions, her chin resting in the palm of her hand. “Hmm… I suppose I didn’t see /that/ either.” She joked, with a small grin. A finger resting right below her bottom lip.

“Hmmm, to thank me? I don’t require anything in particular.” She folds her arms across her chest. “Just acknowledging their stench is good enough for me.”

“You’re welcome. And how? I often layer footwear so they can absorb the odor, that one had been sautéing in my heels for a year or so… And allow me to say, the brunt of that pungency comes from the sweltering summer.”

“Hm?” Her eyes travel towards what the other is looking at, and then back towards Poppy’s face, with a reluctant sigh. “Fine, you can take them home with you. I expect a thank you for my generous donation however. Those ones were worn without wash for… hmm… a year, I think?”

“Well, there was nowhere else to keep them. If I put them in the shoe locker, it only would’ve gotten stuffier. The smell would’ve gotten muuuuuch worse…”

“You sure about that?” She questions, with a slight tilt of her head, and a finger raised up to her chin. “Well I suppose I didn’t see… anything. You’re right.” Her response comes as she’s looking directly towards the white globs dripping downwards.