Honkai Star Rail: Corruption System

"Ah!" March 7th gasped, surprise leaping into her voice. Before she could even react, Daziel's hand was circling her ankle, his grip firm.

"W-what are you doing?" Panic and shyness warbled in March 7th's voice, her body trembling almost imperceptibly.

"Isn't this what you asked for?" Daziel asked, his face perfectly serious. "Didn't you say you wanted to experience… this?"

"I… I didn't think you'd be so… forward!" March 7th's cheeks flared crimson, as if they might burst into flame. She stammered, barely able to get the words out.

Daziel considered himself a gentleman, but that was a matter of restraint, a conscious choice not to actively inflict harm.

Having a moral compass was not the same thing as lacking urges.

Besides, what he was doing wasn't truly bad, was it? Surely this still fell comfortably within a 12+ rating?

Right…?

"Hold still," Daziel instructed, gently patting March 7th's calves, which were starting to fidget.

"Oh, o-okay… You can do this Daziel" March 7th's legs quivered under his touch, then went momentarily weak, allowing Daziel to guide them.

He carefully slipped off March 7th's high heels, revealing her delicate, pale feet.

March 7th's feet were indeed dainty, her toes curling inwards with a nervous tension, the soles appearing soft and tender.

Through the thin white stockings, a faint blush of pink was visible on the soles, like translucent crystal dumplings, making one instinctively want to taste them.

"Y-you're actually going to lick them?" March 7th's voice was a fragile tremor, her whole body vibrating subtly.

"What, getting cold feet?" Daziel arched an eyebrow, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips.

"N-no… no way…!" Before the denial fully left her mouth, Daziel lowered his head and delicately pressed his tongue to the back of her foot.

March 7th let out a small, sharp cry, her body jolting in response.

"Ah!"

"So? How is it? What does it feel like?" Daziel lifted his head, studying March 7th's reaction with a curious gaze. He was genuinely intrigued – could it be that individuals scanned by the system possessed an unusual sensitivity to this kind of contact?

"It's… a little… strange…" March 7th's voice held a note of uncertainty, yet there was no hint of objection, no pull back.

"Then I'll continue," Daziel stated, lowering his head once more, and began a careful exploration of March 7th's foot. From the arch to the sole, from each tiny toe to the heel, he was meticulous in his attention.

March 7th's body gradually relaxed, her breathing evening out. The flush remained on her cheeks, but her eyes now held a mixture of curiosity and hesitant wonder.

"Mmm… it's a bit… ticklish…" March 7th murmured, her voice barely louder than a whisper.

"Then I'll be gentler." Daziel softened his movements, tracing light circles on the sensitive sole of her foot.

"This… is much better." Daziel observed March 7th's expression, a flicker of confusion crossing his own features.

He couldn't help but ponder, if Clara's parameters were altered by the system, then what about March 7th?

Could it genuinely be this… heightened?

Daziel continued, varying his touch – sometimes gentle, sometimes firmer, sometimes languid, sometimes brisk.

March 7th's body grew increasingly pliant, her breaths coming in shallow pants, her cheeks burning an even deeper red. "Daziel… that's enough…"

Her voice was laced with a fragile sob, her body trembling so intensely she seemed on the verge of collapsing inward.

"Don't be ridiculous, don't say things like that," Daziel couldn't help but retort, a hint of playful exasperation in his tone.

But inwardly, he also felt a prickle of concern that he might be pushing things a bit too far…

12+ rating, this wasn't some pivotal plot point…

12+…

He repeated the rating in his mind like a mantra, a constant self-reminder…

Daziel sighed deeply, his gaze drawn to March 7th's toes. They were delicate, small, almost childlike in their perfect miniature form. "Cute" was the word that surfaced, inadequate but close. Yet there was something more, an allure he couldn't quite place. It was as if her foot radiated an aura of both pristine innocence and an undeniable sensuality that pulled at him.

His thoughts drifted, unexpected and insistent. "Why do the women here possess such fragrant feet? Even Clara, who goes barefoot all day, her feet are clean, white, with a scent that is… intoxicating. And March's… it's the same." The thought sparked an almost involuntary impulse.

Without a second's hesitation, Daziel brought March 7th's big toe to his mouth. His lips closed around it, his tongue beginning slow, deliberate circles. Each movement was measured, as if he was mapping every inch of that soft, smooth skin. The sensation was warm, moist, and intensely pleasurable, a pleasure he couldn't deny.

March, in turn, reacted instantly. Her hand flew to her mouth, desperately trying to stifle a moan that fought to escape. Her lips pressed together, but it wasn't enough to fully contain the sound, a low, breathy gasp. Her body arched instinctively, her back curving as a wave of heat surged up her spine, flooding through her. Her hands clenched the fabric of her clothing, her fingers twisting with burgeoning sensation. Her other toes twitched and curled, as if trying to both recoil from and lean into the overwhelming feelings.

Beside them, Clara watched the scene with a mixture of wide-eyed shock and innocent curiosity. Her hands flew to cover her eyes, but her slender fingers parted just enough to peek through, observing everything. "W-Wua!" she murmured, her voice a trembling whisper of embarrassment. "W-What is Big Brother doing to Big Sister?" She knew she shouldn't be looking, knew it was something private, yet she was utterly transfixed, unable to fully tear her gaze away.

Meanwhile, a whirlwind of sensations and emotions raged within March's mind. She was being touched in a way she hadn't conceived of, hadn't imagined possible. Each stroke of Daziel's tongue was like a spark igniting a hidden flame within her, awakening something dormant. "He's being so… intense… I can't believe it!" Her thoughts fragmented, overwhelmed, but the rising tide of pleasure was undeniable.

Daziel continued his "treatment," gently exploring each of March's toes in turn. His tongue traced every curve, every crevice between them, as if savoring something precious and rare. March felt herself losing all moorings, all control. Her body trembled, her legs shifted restlessly, and her breasts seemed to tighten with each passing moment, becoming exquisitely sensitive. She bit her lip hard, fighting to contain the moans that clawed at her throat. "I-This feels so… good…" The thought was almost an internal scream of shocked delight.

Then, a sensation she hadn't anticipated – a rush of warm, undeniable wetness pooling in her panties, followed by electric shivers that raced through her. Her muscles clenched and released in waves, her body convulsing in pleasure. Weakness flooded her limbs, her eyes fluttering closed. Between soft, panting gasps, she glanced at Daziel, still focused on her foot. His expression was serious, intent, but in his eyes, she saw an intensity that resonated deep within her, stirring something even more profound.

"I-I climaxed… again… because of him… NOT FAIR!" Her thought was a chaotic blend of shame and pure, unadulterated ecstasy. She had never dreamt something like this could happen, but now, there was no denying the reality of what she was feeling. The pleasure was visceral, overwhelming, and Daziel was the catalyst.

"I-I'm… I'm cumming intensely from Daziel licking my foot!" March 7th screamed internally, squeezing her eyes shut against the onslaught of sensation.

Daziel, meanwhile, remained completely absorbed in what he was doing. For him, it was more than just a physical act; it felt almost ceremonial, intimate. He could sense the waves of sensation washing over March, and that knowledge fueled his focus, driving him to explore every nuance of that soft, yielding skin.

The scene was charged, intimate, bordering on forbidden, yet in that moment, nothing else mattered to them but this singular, peculiar connection.

After what felt like an eternity, March 7th slowly opened her eyes, a dazed mix of confusion and satiated contentment swirling within them. A soft blush still painted her cheeks, her body still faintly trembled.

"You… how do you feel?" Daziel asked, his voice softening as he looked at March 7th.

"I… I…" March 7th's voice was a whisper of shyness and something akin to gratitude. "I feel… much better…"

"That's good." Daziel smiled, rising to his feet and gently replacing March 7th's high heels.

"Phew~" She let out a shaky breath, composure returning in increments. Casually, she reached for her phone, a quick glance at the screen, and then a sharp exclamation, "Ah! Just now… I was so engrossed, I didn't even hear my notifications! Let me see who messaged."

Daziel, hearing her, subconsciously pulled out his own phone, and sure enough, several unread notifications glowed on his screen.

After a quick scan of the messages, the relaxed expressions on both their faces instantly hardened into solemnity.

"Himeko… why is she here too? She wants us to go to the cliffs behind Rivet Town…" March 7th frowned, confusion clouding her voice.

Daziel's expression deepened, his voice low and grave. "Topaz also wants us to go there, says there's a 'good show' she wants us to see…"

They exchanged a look, a shared sense of foreboding tightening in their chests.

"Crap, those two sides aren't actually going to clash, are they?" March 7th's voice was laced with anxiety.

Daziel frowned, his face etched with unease.

In the original storyline, whatever happened, it was just minor skirmishes, dealing with some company goons, a confrontation with Topaz, and then Bronya's timely arrival to de-escalate things…

But based on the current trajectory of events, he feared a less lighthearted resolution was brewing…

"No time to waste, we need to get there now." Daziel said decisively, taking March 7th's hand and striding quickly towards the door.

Pulled along so abruptly, March 7th's legs still felt unsteady. A fresh blush bloomed on her cheeks as she murmured softly, "Slow down… my legs are still a little weak."

Just then, Clara hurried after them, her small hand reaching for Daziel's other hand, her eyes wide with worry.

"Um… Clara wants to come too, Mr. Svarog is there as well!"

Daziel looked down at her, his tone serious but firm. "No, Clara, you need to stay here…"

"But…"

"Don't worry, I promise I'll keep Mr. Svarog safe." Clara began to protest, but Daziel cut her off.

"I swear it!" Daziel took Clara's hand in his, meeting her gaze with sincere eyes.

March 7th added, "Clara, you just wait here. Your big brother and sister will bring back good news."

"Th-then… okay then. Good luck. It just so happens… walking feels a little… strange anyway." Clara trembled, releasing Daziel's hand, and timidly retreated back to the chair, sinking into it.

Daziel hesitated no longer, and together with March 7th, hurried out into the corridor, heading towards Rivet Town…

An oppressive silence hung heavy in the air, as if even the wind and snow were hushed by some unseen weight.

Occasionally, the "creaking" of metal pipes, buffeted by wind and snow, punctuated the quiet – an ominous sound, jarringly loud in the strained silence.

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