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Changing a wooden table from a gloomy stone dungeon to a soft silk bed in a bright room turned out to be quite good. Unfortunately for you, you were here for a reason. For some reason, the head maid, seeing you in the dungeon, decided to release you and take you to her private room. She laid you face down on her soft bed, without removing the ropes from your arms and legs or the gag from your mouth, looked at you with her cold, interested gaze and put her feet right under your head. Her white lace stockings were soaked through with sweat. So much so that at every touch, a small amount of scalding, smelly liquid fell on your face. To avoid excess sweat, the smell of which sticks very well to your face, you lifted your head as high as possible so as not to press your skin against her feet. This action caused a small and very cute giggle from the girl.

"Don't put your head so far away. This way your neck will get more tired and you will snuggle up to my feet faster. It won't be interesting at all. In order to hold out longer, if I were you, I would keep my face literally a millimeter from the surface of my stockings in order to get tired more slowly and last longer. Of course, this option makes the smell of my feet closer to your face, which is not very good, but it's still better than falling face-first into the hot flesh of my soles, since your neck is too tired. Although, sooner or later it will still happen, since we will be in this position for as long as possible. Most likely until the end of today. It's too rare for people from another world to fall into my hands. What is that look? Yes, I know very well about you, those whom the witches of the swamps call "souls". You see, I can use magic, but very clumsily. I spend too much mana for the simplest spells. Therefore, when people like you come to us, I just can't resist the temptation not to bring you to my bedroom. According to the rules, I have to inform Miss Camber about you... But I think nothing terrible will happen if we have a little fun together."

While she was saying all this, you were able to notice one strange thing. The more you inhale her feet, the more smelly they become. After a few dozen minutes, you literally couldn't hold back tears from how smelly her feet had become. She noticed it and explained it. "Oh, it's probably because I'm not very good at restraining mana, so its excess is converted into an additional sweaty stink. On the other hand, the more smelly my feet are, the more mana I get from your suffering. Looks like I'm going to be full of mana tonight after all. But I think I'm starting to feel the stink of my own feet, which I don't really like. So I'm sorry, but the test of how long your neck will last is over." She said and abruptly pressed her palm on the back of your head, lowering you right into her hot, elastic flesh. You let out a gagged scream. It seemed like her sweat was really burning your skin, it was so concentrated and smelly. Maybe it's all just your imagination or it's the consequences of the mana leak that this maid was talking about, you couldn't say for sure. But after your scream, a slight moan from the girl followed. "Oh my God. Ah. You're much more sensitive than everyone else. There's so much mana coming from you... It's so nice... I think I'm going to keep you for a longer time than I planned... Lady Camber won't know about anything anyway..."

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Continuation of the story about the world of sweaty fairy tales! I hope you like it.

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Changing a wooden table from a gloomy stone dungeon to a soft silk bed in a bright room turned out to be quite good. Unfortunately for you, you were here for a reason. For some reason, the head maid, seeing you in the dungeon, decided to release you and take you to her private room. She laid you face down on her soft bed, without removing the ropes from your arms and legs or the gag from your mouth, looked at you with her cold, interested gaze and put her feet right under your head. Her white lace stockings were soaked through with sweat. So much so that at every touch, a small amount of scalding, smelly liquid fell on your face. To avoid excess sweat, the smell of which sticks very well to your face, you lifted your head as high as possible so as not to press your skin against her feet. This action caused a small and very cute giggle from the girl.

"Don't put your head so far away. This way your neck will get more tired and you will snuggle up to my feet faster. It won't be interesting at all. In order to hold out longer, if I were you, I would keep my face literally a millimeter from the surface of my stockings in order to get tired more slowly and last longer. Of course, this option makes the smell of my feet closer to your face, which is not very good, but it's still better than falling face-first into the hot flesh of my soles, since your neck is too tired. Although, sooner or later it will still happen, since we will be in this position for as long as possible. Most likely until the end of today. It's too rare for people from another world to fall into my hands. What is that look? Yes, I know very well about you, those whom the witches of the swamps call "souls". You see, I can use magic, but very clumsily. I spend too much mana for the simplest spells. Therefore, when people like you come to us, I just can't resist the temptation not to bring you to my bedroom. According to the rules, I have to inform Miss Camber about you... But I think nothing terrible will happen if we have a little fun together."

While she was saying all this, you were able to notice one strange thing. The more you inhale her feet, the more smelly they become. After a few dozen minutes, you literally couldn't hold back tears from how smelly her feet had become. She noticed it and explained it. "Oh, it's probably because I'm not very good at restraining mana, so its excess is converted into an additional sweaty stink. On the other hand, the more smelly my feet are, the more mana I get from your suffering. Looks like I'm going to be full of mana tonight after all. But I think I'm starting to feel the stink of my own feet, which I don't really like. So I'm sorry, but the test of how long your neck will last is over." She said and abruptly pressed her palm on the back of your head, lowering you right into her hot, elastic flesh. You let out a gagged scream. It seemed like her sweat was really burning your skin, it was so concentrated and smelly. Maybe it's all just your imagination or it's the consequences of the mana leak that this maid was talking about, you couldn't say for sure. But after your scream, a slight moan from the girl followed. "Oh my God. Ah. You're much more sensitive than everyone else. There's so much mana coming from you... It's so nice... I think I'm going to keep you for a longer time than I planned... Lady Camber won't know about anything anyway..."