NOVEL SIMPLE Chapter 64 – The Preparations
“I see,” Elana hummed a song from her previous life. “And your conclusion.” She ignored the grovelling guards who opened the doors to let them out of the Baron’s mansion.
Catarina tried to follow the tune but found it impossible. “You have a talent.” She sent an apologetic look back at the girl who had played the role of a host. “For music, I mean.”
“Thank you,” Elana headed for the carriage immediately. They didn’t have time to muck around. She still had to visit at least four other places today, with Catarina playing the guide. “But not what I wanted to hear.”
“Your sister is,” Catarina’s tone was guarded. “Interesting.” There was an uncertainty in her voice.
“You can say as it is.” Elana scoffed before entering the carriage. “She is dangerous and probably crazy. Do you know what she is planning?”
Catarina sat on the other side. She tried her best to not let her eyes wander. Still, from time to time, she glanced down at either Elana’s crotch or feet. “I suspected you knew, but…” She gulped when Elana kicked off her shoes. “She showed me the escape tunnels on purpose.”
As the carriage began rattling forward, Elana sunk back in her seat. She extended her legs forward and planted them into Catarina’s lap. Her white short socks quickly earned the short girl’s undivided attention. “You guess why?” She tried to figure out what her sister was planning, not forgetting to wiggle her toes.
Catarina’s eyes followed each movement of Elana’s toes. Her nostrils flared as her head bobbed lower. “Huh?” She blinked upon hearing the question.
“Never mind,” Elana pressed her heels into Catarina’s thighs. “What about the next visit? What do I need to know?” She enjoyed the confused, hungry look on her friend's face.
“I,” Catarina gulped. “I didn’t hear. Could you,” Her arms gently touched Elana’s feet, caressing the line of her sole. “Could you repeat?”
“That Viscount we are about to visit.” Elana enjoyed the Catarina’s soothing touch on her tired feet. She had walked a lot today. They were making sure all the arrangements were in order.
While Elana and Catarina were making rounds, speaking to Nobles willing to listen, Moira was making contact with the Prince.
Elana chuckled upon remembering the face Moira had made when she headed out to meet the Prince of Idiots. Her mirth only increased when she imagined how much worse Moira would feel after spending time with the fool.
And Moira would be quite frustrated. Maybe they could punish someone together. The only question was who. Maybe…
Elana didn’t finish her thought as Catarina finally spoke. Only…
“I will smell. I can’t do this.” Catarina’s nose was almost touching Elana’s toes. She gulped the stinky air greedily. “We still have so many visits to make.” Her purple hair swayed, sparkling in the light.
Elana felt a smile form on her face. Catarina wasn’t very honest. Even now, the girl was spouting logical nonsense while her tongue brushed against the tip of Elana’s big toe.
“Oh,” Elana was a little surprised by the action. “So, you are into the taste as well.” She nodded as Catarina’s head shot up to look at her in horror.
“No!” The smaller girl seemed to regain some clarity. “I am not. They just…” She tried to find an explanation and was clearly panicking. “I just- I just…” Her eyes spun. “I just thought it smelled nice and figured the taste would be good, too!”
“You thought my sweaty feet and socks smelled nice and decided to have a taste test.” Elana slowly repeated. “Did I get it right?” She enjoyed the incredible blush on Catarina’s face.
Catarina shook. She paled and blushed. “I-” Her lips trembled while her eyes found Elana’s foot again, and she took another deep breath. “That is not exactly right.” She tried to justify her actions while huffing fumes from the socks. “I simply-”
Elana felt a long monologue coming, during which Catarina would droll on her foot. She decided to spare the details, raised one of her feet and covered her friend’s face with her sole. “Is this better?” She enjoyed the feedback her foot received from Catarina’s facial contours.
The excited sniffs clearly declared what Catarina thought about being treated as a doormat. “N-no,” She ‘resisted’. Her hands grabbed Elana’s ankle, but instead of pushing the smothering sole away, Catarina pulled it closer, burying her face into the moist fabric.
It was quite amusing. Elana laughed when she felt shy pokes of Catarina’s tongue brush against the sock. “You will make them wet like this.” She raised her other foot as well and patted her friend’s cheek with it. “And you said something about becoming smelly. Where did that concern go, hmm?”
Elana’s other ankle was grabbed as well. Catarina switched the feet she was inhaling. Soft moans began filling the carriage. Her greedy little nose pressed here and there, exploring the underside of Elana’s feet.
It seemed Catarina had trouble deciding which foot was the one. She desperately tasted them before hiding her face in both.
Elana laughed harder. Catarina’s antics were highly amusing. It was just what she needed to stay calm before having more dry talks with stuck-up nobles.
To enjoy herself more, Elana slunk deeper into her seat. Her legs stretched further, trapping Catarina’s face between the carriage's back wall and her feet. “There is no escape~!” She sang while grinding her heel on her friend's lips.
All Elana received was hungry growls and pants. Her socks became even wetter as Catarina continued to gingerly lick.
“Such a wonderful massage.” Elana sighed in comfort. “I guess I’ll just have to go through the next meeting with just my wits.” She conversed while Catarina shook in what looked like a stormy orgasm.
Not that Catarina heard anything. Elana’s words didn’t reach the girl as her mind was full of only the strong smell of feet.
