Humiliation! This was utter, unprecedented humiliation! Kissing another’s foot already meant submission—but licking? Unthinkable!

Trembling with shame and fury, Freya had no choice. As Morningstar had said: she was the weak one now. No right to bargain with the strong.

"Hurry up~ My patience has limits," Morningstar cooed, wiggling her dainty pale toes. The black nail polish added a hint of playful rebellion.

She knew this had to insult Freya—unless Freya had some weird fetish and saw it as a reward.

"One day… I’ll kill you with my own hands!"

Swallowing hard, Freya steeled herself to kneel and lick Morningstar’s foot.

*Thud!*

The Little Dragoness suddenly dropped to her knees beside her. Mouth stretching impossibly wide, she engulfed Morningstar’s foot without a word.

"Mmm~ Master’s foot… so fragrant, so soft… so tender… Just like before… Delicious! A heavenly delicacy! Aaaah!"

Muffled moans escaped her lips. The taste—sweet, silky, milky-smooth with a chilling whisper of wickedness. She greedily licked every inch of Morningstar’s toes and sole, movements fervent yet tender, as if savoring sacred nectar.

"What the—?! What are you doing?!"

Morningstar jolted. A warm, damp embrace wrapped her foot; a soft tongue slid over instep and sole. A strange tickle shot through her—she tensed and kicked the Little Dragoness away.

"Are you insane?! What’s wrong with you?!"

"I’m sorry, Master! But seeing your cute little feet… I couldn’t resist! Three thousand years! Do you know what that’s been like?! I haven’t licked your feet in three whole millennia!"

Flushed, the Little Dragoness licked her lips, eyes dreamy with bliss.

Morningstar flushed with secondhand embarrassment. *What kind of creature did the Dark Sorceress raise? Has she really been licking my feet for three thousand years? Pervert… Absolutely perverted!*

"You’re such a pervert…" Strangely, disgust didn’t come. Only… a flicker of liking?

*Why do I feel this? Am I a pervert too?!*

"Master, what do you mean? Isn’t this your hobby? You always humiliated others—stepping on them, making them lick your feet."

"My… hobby?"

The words stirred something. She’d never liked that before. But now… why did it feel… good?!

*Has the Dark Sorceress’s nature already changed me?!*

"Something’s wrong. Definitely wrong with me."

Kneeling nearby, the Holy Maiden Freya blinked in confusion. Should she continue?

"Um… does this mean I don’t have to lick it?"

"Who said that?!" Freya’s voice snapped Morningstar back. *Who cares if it’s my hobby? If it feels good, why resist? It’s not murder. No need to overthink.*

She settled back into her chair and extended her foot again.

Freya hesitated. "Could… could I use the other foot?" She pointed at the glistening saliva on Morningstar’s toes.

"Hey! Dragon saliva is pure—it purifies filth! I used to clean Master’s body with my mouth all the time!"

"Enough! Stop talking!"

Morningstar cut her off, cheeks burning with phantom shame. She refused to hear another word about the Dark Sorceress’s… quirks.

Too mortifying!

"Fine. No licking. Just kiss the top of my foot. It means you submit to me."

Not that she didn’t want to humiliate Freya—just switching tactics.

"Understood."

What choice did she have? Kissing was far easier than licking.

Freya cupped the pale foot gently, bowed her head, and pressed a soft kiss to the instep.

"Don’t forget the words. Swear submission."

"I… I… I swear my submission to you."

"Call me Master."

"M-Master."

"Mmm~ Good girl~" Morningstar smiled, then lifted her other foot and gently pinched Freya’s cheeks between her toes.

Freya’s face dimpled under the pressure. Humiliation burned in her tear-filled eyes, but she stayed silent, enduring.

Morningstar had skipped licking on purpose—to lower Freya’s guard. People compromise: kissing felt less shameful.

But!

The moment lips touched skin, the other foot pressed down on her face. Sudden. Unprepared. The shame doubled.

"Smile~ If bare feet bother you, I can slip on black stockings. White ones too~"

To some, a reward. To the Holy Maiden of the Divine Clan? Ultimate disgrace.

*With her hatred for the Dark Sorceress… being trampled like this must make her want to tear me apart.*

"Subarashi~"

Morningstar’s smile never faded. After toying with Freya and seeing no reaction, she lost interest.

Black mist reshaped into socks and shoes, covering her feet. The chair melted back into her form. She felt… pleased.

"Hey? Why no reaction?"

Freya knelt motionless, tear tracks damp on her cheeks, expression utterly blank.

*Did I go too far? Did she break?*

But the truth was different.

Freya wasn’t broken. She was drowning in confusion.

*Freya! Why?! Why?! Why?!*

*Why… did you actually feel a thrill just now?!*