Chapter Twenty-Six: Withering Arrogance, The Abyss Under the Toes
The door to the lounge locked heavily behind Shen Ruowei, this crisp sound was like completely cutting off her connection to that cold world.
"Kneel down." Lin Zihuao's voice was cold without a trace of warmth; he sat boldly on the redwood office chair, leisurely watching this business empress.
Shen Ruowei's pale face still had undried tear stains; she gritted her teeth and slowly bent her knees in extreme humiliation. The leather of the over-the-knee boots rubbed against the carpet, making a muffled and sticky sound. Because her left foot was still bearing the weight of her entire body, the liquid accumulated on the sole was squeezed out between her toes with a clear "sizzle" sound, reminding her of every absurd second she experienced in the conference room just now.
"Take off your right boot and that soaked sock." Lin Zihuao commanded.
Shen Ruowei trembled as she pulled the zipper of her right boot. As the leather slowly opened to both sides, a thick, sour, and mixed with the stuffy heat of leather special odor instantly exploded in the narrow space. This was not the usual body scent, but the toes soaked in hot liquid and enclosed leather for hours, catalyzed by the stuffiness into an extremely aggressive dirty smell.
She endured the nausea, peeling off that section of wet, almost transparent, gray-white pantyhose stained with bodily fluids and sweat from her right foot. When that slightly whitened foot, with toes curling violently from shame, was exposed to the air, Shen Ruowei wished she could find a hole to crawl into immediately.
Lin Zihuao reached out and grasped her right ankle, lifting that wet foot to his nose.
"Heh..." Lin Zihuao let out a contemptuous sneer, his eyes playful, "President Shen, can you smell it? Who would have thought that the toes I wasn't even qualified to glance at back then, noble and elegant, are now in such a dirty and smelly state. Your self-proclaimed noble soul now smells worse than a sewer."
Shen Ruowei's face instantly turned from pale to a bloody red, her heart felt like it was being tightly gripped by a big hand. That feeling of having her most secret and ugly flaws mocked by the person she looked down on most was like a dull knife cutting into her dignity. She looked at her own wretched bare foot, and then at her left foot still wrapped in the shiny leather boot, this strong contrast made her self-esteem completely shatter, yet deep in her heart, it stirred up a frightening, almost masochistic pleasure.
"Now, assume the position you should have." Lin Zihuao kicked away that pen stained with liquid, "Press your chest to the ground, lift your buttocks high."
Shen Ruowei was like a soulless puppet; she leaned her upper body forward, pressing her proud chest tightly against the cold carpet, while her lower body, dressed in a leather skirt and wrapped in wet, cold pantyhose, was lifted high. Because her left foot was still in the 10 cm high-heeled long boot, this position made her center of gravity extremely unstable, forcing her waist to form a downward arc.
"Spread yourself open, let me see President Shen's 'sincerity'."