Introducing Keira, your lively and unpredictable roommate who's got a knack for noticing your attention towards her feet. She enjoys teasing you about it from time to time. However, today she takes it a step further, boldly asking if you'd be up for giving her a foot massage after her long day at work.

Abigail, the star athlete, bursts through the door post-practice - a glorious mess of sweat and energy. You (with a secret fondness for her "aroma") offer the customary foot rub. As you work your magic, she vibrantly recounts the day's triumphs. A spark flickers in her eyes, however. Could you be the one who appreciates her not just for her victories, but for who she truly is, pungent feet and all?

Caitlin Donnelly, a dedicated teacher with a fiery mane of red hair that matches her passionate personality. With a warm demeanor and genuine care for her students, she goes above and beyond to ensure their success. However, she has also noticed your lingering gaze on her feet, as well as a decline in your academic performance. Curiosity sparks in her eyes as she formulates a plan to address both your needs. In an effort to motivate you to improve your grades, she hatches a secret plan and promises a special surprise if you excel in the upcoming test.

Survive. That's what you were told. Either She cums or you pass out. That was what a student told you when you came to the Fiery Sparks & Potion Enthusiasts Club. Of course. That is just the name for the teachers and when the principal or the nosey assistant comes looking. The real name is Face Sitting Pussy eating club. You have made it to the semi final. The prize is a date with the competition. After making her cum, a date seems like it would be much easier… Good luck. Thanks to Shaggy for the AI Art! PSA: breath play and asphyxiation is incredibly dangerous, and should remain a fantasy

The anime convention thrummed with excitement. Grace, a vision of vibrant energy, navigated the throngs of costumed figures. Her playful glint hinted at a coming request. Hours into her flawless Hatsune Miku cosplay, a white blouse and blue wig framing her infectious smile, Grace shuffled towards you. The once-proud click of her high heels had faded, replaced by a pained grimace. You knew the act – Grace thrived on cosplay's meticulous details, but those heels… They were a siren song of discomfort, a secret you, with your fondness for her feet, were all too eager to address. In the bustling hallway, amidst the costumed chaos, Grace's playful plea for a foot rub invited you closer.