Chapter 79 – The Majo Queen Wants to Be Stepped on by a Beautiful Girl

The queen this time was Yena. She raised the corners of her mouth with a rare bright smile. She didn’t know what the hell she wanted to order, so she was so happy.

“…My order is that number 6 and number 1 step on the queen.”

This time, everyone except Harin and Jiyoon hesitated at the command that came out without using the box. She seemed to recall just what she had been told.

Jena, as if she hadn’t heard anything wrong, immediately got up from her chair, took off her overcoat, threw it on her chair, climbed onto her mattress, and sat down on her knees. The people who were pointed out by her attitude, where her sincerity was felt, arose.

“Ugh… I still feel sick to my stomach…”

As if Alhemina was one of the designated people, she pressed her hand to the middle of her chest and came out. Another was Yuna, who seemed to have no tolerance for such things.

“It’s Yuna. Are you okay?”

Yuna, who is a member of her party and is also her leader, must have felt quite uncomfortable having to step on the body of Jena, so she couldn’t answer and rolled her eyes.

On the other hand, Alhemina put on an expression as if she was happy to seize a good opportunity, as if she had not forgotten the grudge she had openly held against the three of them in the past.

“Do you want to be stepped on by the queen? Then you should ask properly.”

Alhemina, whose eyes twinkled through her pink hair, pointed out her attitude, brought her chair, sat down, and stretched out her slender legs, neatly wrapped in black stockings.

With the soles of her feet, she stepped on Jena’s shoulder and, flicking her tongue, commanded Jena, her queen, to her station.

“If you want to be stepped on, get down.”
“…Yes.”

Jena, without hesitation, knelt down on her knees and bent her upper body from the seated position, pressing her forehead against her mattress. Alhemina looked down at her, then picked up her chair and moved it in the direction of Jena’s buttocks.

“I’ll step on you as you wish.”

Sleek black stockings crawled under Jena’s skirt. Jena’s body trembled as if she was waiting for the situation that would soon follow.

“…”

Alhemina’s feet kept moving inside Jena’s skirt, and at one point she caught her breath. Her legs, wrapped in her black stockings, moved on, not paying attention to Jena’s reaction.

“Queen. Do you like this place? Or here?”
“…Huh.. Hmmm..”

Jena’s face, looking to her side, turned red. She seemed to take great pleasure in the fact that her cunt was being teased with her legs by a bobim rug that she could crush with just a little effort, in front of others watching.

“I’m tired, should I stop?”
“…That’s.”
“Wouldn’t it be a pity if we stopped like this? Then say it properly. Where and how would you like me to step on it?”

Alhemina raised her leg, which he stroked between her legs, and pressed against her bouncy Jena’s ass. The moment she raised her face to answer. She met her eyes with Yuna, who blankly looked at her.

“…Hah… Hah… Huh..!”

Jena’s body trembled. The color of her panty line, visible between her legs, had begun to darken, and she seemed to be in climax the moment Yuna and her eyes met.

“What are you doing? Can I not step on it?”
“…Keep…!”

As Alhemina lifted her foot and struck her from above, Jena shook her body with a loud sound. The figure of her with her hips lifted up, her upper body pressed against the floor and her lower body swaying from side to side was a tempting prostitute herself.

“…Ba, step on it… That wet, shameless pussy… Soggy…!”

Yena, overly conscious of Yuna’s gaze by her bedside, hit another light climax. Her saliva dripped from her gaping mouth, leaving marks on her mattress as dark as her panties.

“…Step on her pussy and clitoris.”
“Great. Because the Queen’s orders are absolute.”

Alhemina moved her foot, which had been pressing her ass excitedly, back into Jena’s cunt. She still used both of her legs as if she were a succubus in her own way, holding her chair still with her hands.

Using her thumb and forefinger as her pincers, she grabbed the underside of her sheer panties and pulled them up. Her panties dug into her cunt, exposing the white mounds.

With her other foot, she rolled her big toe around the clitoris, stiff with excitement.

“Hey.. Hey.. Haaang…! Joe, some more…”

Yena gasped for breath and asked Yuna in her sweet voice.

“A little more… With cold eyes… Hag-sss…!!”
“Who blinked? Do you know how hard it is to stroke the pathetic queen’s cunt with her feet?”
“…Hague… I’m sorry… I’m sorry… I’m sorry.
“That’s not a punishment, it’s a reward! Stop and tell her juices dripping from that lustful, sloppy cunt.”

Seeing Alhemina and Jena immersed in the situation, completely reversed from her usual relationship, Yuna hesitated to intervene.

I felt that this was the line that made me feel rejected. So, quietly, she got up and gently hugged Yuna from behind.

“Huh.. Ispin?”
“It’s Yuna. Did I say The Queen’s orders are absolute.”
“But, this…”

Might that be a bit excessive? The question seemed to linger in her mouth. I guess the reason I didn’t say it was because no one in the room thought the situation was strange.

It seemed like it would be fun to break common sense little by little by making her surrender to her flow. First of all, the first thing was to reduce the reluctance to do dirty work. I just came up with a good method.

“Yena. Conversely, lie down looking at the ceiling.”
“…Sorry. Yes..”

Jenna gasped for her pleasure and turned her body around. Alhemina’s legs tortured the gap between her spread legs mercilessly. As Jena’s gasps cut short, she noticed that Alhemina’s black stockings and her panties, visible as she moved her legs, became damp as well.

“Yuna, lift up your legs.”
“…Like this?”

Yuna, who was hesitant and obedient to my words, stroked her hair while holding her thigh with her other hand and moving her leg. She stopped Yuna’s legs on Jena’s chest and slowly pressed her thighs.

“Hush…!”
“I’m sorry…”

Yena was delighted with her new stimulation, and Yuna flinched at the sensation of her leg pressing her mushy breasts. She continued to whisper as she warmly hugged her slightly goosebumps Yuna body.

“Look. Can you step on this? No need to feel sorry It’s what Jenna wanted.”

Jenna, who quickly judged that if she responded to my words, she would get more pleasure, replied with a nod of her head.

“…Right. This is, well, as a tanker. Haaang!”

Yena tried to convince her in a serious manner, but her sweet voice jumped out and her words were cut off. Jena’s soggy, honey-pot pussy, which had been overheated by Alhemina’s play on her feet, poured out her love juice.

“Haa, I can’t wear stockings because of you.”

Alhemina blatantly moved her legs as if trying to peek at the panties underneath her skirt as she slowly took off her stockings. She then threw it in Jena’s face, and with a damp sound she slapped her on the cheek.

“…Ha ha… Ha… Thank you.”
“Trash that gets excited while being trampled on by a girl like pervert ♥ Oxygen is precious, so can you stop breathing?”

Jenna gasped and put on a satisfied expression. However, Yuna had to reduce her resistance to this kind of side, so she wasn’t over yet.

As if telling her not to be content with her own way, she moved her hand around Yuna’s thigh, which was pressing down on Jena’s chest. Every time Yuna’s feet moved wildly, she brushed against her nipples, which stood upright as if it would be nice to suck her side.

“Hyuk! Whoops! Hush..!”

Sensitive to her new stimulation, Jena’s body fluttered like her fish, spilling her own juices.

“How? Isn’t it amazing to see her drooling over the fact that she stepped on her foot a little while holding on firmly in front of her when we fought together?”

She didn’t wait for Yuna’s answer and moved her thigh, which she held onto her straight. As she moved quickly from side to side, alternately stimulating the nipples on either side of her chest, her Jena hand reflexively tried to cover her breasts.

“Alhemina.”
“Yeah~”

Alhemina, who had already finished her portion, quickly understood what she was saying, and grabbed her arm to keep it from covering her chest, pressing her full weight against it. It was because she was in a state of exhaustion from a series of climaxes, otherwise she would be dragged around.

While Alhemina eagerly pressed her arms, Yuna’s legs made Jena into a fountain of her love juices with her breasts climax several times.

Even Yuna, who was embarrassed at first, trembled slightly as she felt a chill as her Yenna rubbed her cheek against her foot with her face completely stunned.

By this time, she thought she had gotten a little used to touching other women’s bodies, so she had Harin and Jiyoon support the flinching Jena and sat down at her table.

She became sensitive with continuous climaxes, so even though she wanted to rest, she had no intention of removing her from the queen selection. Giving her a moment to drink cold water and catch her breath, she shook the bamboo spoon to select a new queen.