Online Game: I'm Not Worthy

Chapter 40 - LingYang Returns to The Swimming Pool

So uncomfortable...
My back really hurts...
I can't breathe anymore...
Splash– LingYang surfaced from the water, his fingers clutching tightly onto the walls of the pool, slowly regaining his breaths.
As expected, this still could not work.
Giddy, and worse was the nausea.
His stomach was churning, although he was knew better than anyone else that this psychological nausea would not result in vomiting, but he could not get rid of this horrible feeling, every cell in his body was very averse to the water.

In a trance, LingYang saw a male's two bare feet appearing in front of him.
He closed his eyes, breathing deeply, imagining himself as a cleric who could dispel buffs, and with a lot of effort he got rid of his negative state of mind.
Once he felt better, he re-opened his eyes. Those feet were still there, it was not his hallucination.

Those were two very manly feet, the toes were slender and angular, broad and powerful soles, the arch beautiful, the nails trimmed cleanly.
Boots fetish and feet fetish were a part of each other, with such a pair of bare feet appearing so closely in front of LingYang, it was not unlike a straight man getting to see a pair of exposed 36D breasts. LingYang swallowed his saliva and his spirits improved by quite a bit.
LingYang's nausea receded, his lust welled up, he could not help but lift his head up to look at how the owner of that pair of pretty feet look like.

LingYang squinted, his eyes travelling past the defined muscular thighs, stopping at a certain bulging area. The tight speedos had outlined the male organ perfectly, from that dormant appearance, he could even imagine the powerful might when the beast awakened.
No wonder there was a theory of phallic worship in psychology, from LingYang's humble point of view, he really had an urge to prostrate himself in worship.
LingYang's eyes moved from that key object and travelled up, finally seeing that person's face clearly.

YeLang was also quietly standing by the side of the pool, studying LingYang in the water, the two of them, one at the top, one at the bottom, one looking down, the other looking up, both of them confused by the subtle feelings welling up within them.
Everyone had the impulse to dominate a person weaker than themselves, and everyone also had the desire to submit to a person stronger than themselves.This was a biological reflex of human beings, when the other one was also of a male gender, this desire was easily inspired and expanded.
Both of them would never have imagine, this confrontation at the pool today, would establish their positions in their relationship in the future.

YeLang crouched down, looking at LingYang's paper-white face closely.
"Why are you here?" LingYang asked.
YeLang was silent for a bit, "It seems like I should be the one asking you this question."
"Oh," LingYang then realised whose territory this place was. "I didn't want my classmates to see me swim, so I borrowed your schoolmate's swimming pass on BBS."
"Actually if you want to swim you can just look for me, I can arrange it for you."
"Ah, why didn't you mention this earlier?"
"... Because you get dizzy near water."
Without YeLang's reminder LingYang almost forgot about it, now with the sudden mention LingYang felt dizzy again.

YeLang's right hand supported himself next to the pool as he leapt into the water, the resulting wave splashed across LingYang's face, he automatically closed his eyes and turned his head to avoid it.
"You really don't have to cover yourself this much," YeLang looked at LingYang's conservative swimming attire, who would wear a rashguard in an indoor swimming pool.
"Didn't Hyoga once said, wounds are the medals of men?"
LingYang was speechless, he stared at the other person, he started to feel weak again, YeLang's words were like clouds drifting by, but every word went clearly into his ears.

"Actually everyone has weaknesses, to be dizzy near water is nothing."
LingYang looked at him doubtfully, as though asking, so what about you?
"I'm afraid of heights."
LingYang was startled, struggling to speak, "... Real-ly?"
YeLang nodded.
"Born-with-it?"
"Born with it, although it's not very serious."