She wipes her stinky pantyhose on her face like a napkin. And Arisu moans into the nylon. Mouth open. Eyes shut. Already addicted to the stench. She waited under that desk too long to pretend now. Misuzu laughs. Her toes press harder. The scent is stronger today. Hot. Damp. Soaked deep into every thread. And she knows it. She lifts her foot. Smears it slowly over Arisu’s cheek. Pushes the sweaty white mesh into her mouth. Presses her face into damp nylon between her legs. Panting breath. Wet tongue on fabric. A filthy moan she tries to hide. When the pantyhose comes off— Bare feet. Bare control. Every toe slick with sweat, licked clean like ritual service. Arisu earned it. She didn’t kneel. She was already there. You’d wait there too. Breathe it in. Lick the nylon. Bury your face. Are you getting off watching Arisu? Or jealous she gets everything you want? Lick. Sniff. Watch. Obey. (211015_09)