Feast of the Body

Chapter 2

I lay on the bed, my eyes vacant as I stared at the ceiling. Time seemed to stretch on endlessly until I heard the sound of the door opening. My heart trembled, and I tensed up even more.

Sure enough, the Queen had arrived. The moment she entered the room, her gaze fell upon my lower body. It was hard to miss, and her eyes locked onto it immediately.

She smiled slightly, a hint of teasing in her voice as she asked, "Been holding it in all day? Is it painful?"

Feeling embarrassed, I bit my lip and remained silent. I had indeed been enduring this for nearly a whole day. The effects of the drug were potent, and the heat coursing through my body never subsided. Seeing her now, with her perfect figure and beautiful face, made my condition even more intense.

My body betrayed me, and I couldn't help but move slightly. This movement caused the towel covering me to shift noticeably. My face turned crimson with embarrassment, while she took it as a response.

"Well, aren't you eager?" She laughed softly, removing her high heels and sitting on the bed. She lightly poked my lower body with her finger.

The touch sent a jolt through my body, making me shiver. The towel slipped off completely, leaving me exposed.

"I… I…" I stammered, terrified and unable to form coherent words. I had a bit of social anxiety, and under pressure, I found it even harder to speak. Despite my reluctance, it was clear she saw me as nothing more than a plaything.

She seemed momentarily taken aback by my size, her eyes widening in surprise as she stared.

After a moment, she lay down beside me, her legs near my face. She pointed at her feet and said softly, "Kiss them."

I hesitated, staring at her. She was incredibly alluring, her entire body exuding a subtle fragrance that aroused a primal desire in me. Her legs were slender and smooth, encased in sheer black stockings, making them look even more enticing.

Even though I worked in this industry, my body remained untouched, and I had a bit of a cleanliness obsession. The idea of kissing someone's feet, even someone as beautiful as her, clashed with my fragile sense of dignity and purity.

Noticing my hesitation, she frowned slightly and said, "What are you waiting for?"

I knew that offending her would have dire consequences, so despite my reluctance, I reluctantly leaned forward, closing the distance to her feet.

Her feet were surprisingly fragrant, not at all like I had imagined. This eased my anxiety somewhat, and I closed my eyes, beginning to kiss her feet.

"Is that all you've got? Put some effort into it!" she scolded, her voice tinged with anger.

I was indeed weak from not eating all day, but I feared her displeasure, so I increased the pressure of my kisses.

Her expression softened as I continued, and she occasionally let out soft moans of pleasure. Watching her, I realized that some women have particular erogenous zones, and for her, it seemed to be her feet.

After a while, she grew impatient, pointing out specific spots on her feet for me to kiss harder and faster.

Suddenly, she lifted her skirt, exposing herself, and commanded, "Come here!"

I froze, this being the closest I had ever been to a woman's private parts. I felt a mix of embarrassment and aversion, unable to move.

She grew agitated, frustrated by my inaction. "Hurry up! Or I'll have you thrown into the sea to feed the sharks!"

Terrified, I knew she was capable of following through with her threat. I couldn't die here; my family depended on me, especially my sick sister who needed money for treatment. Pushing aside my disgust, I moved closer, closed my eyes tightly, and leaned in.

The Queen seemed to be thoroughly enjoying herself, her moans growing louder and more intense, her body trembling and moving rhythmically with my actions.

I didn't know how much time had passed, but my tongue had gone numb. Finally, she pushed my head away, lying back on the bed and panting heavily, clearly exhausted.

Seizing the moment, I quickly ran to the bathroom, rinsing my mouth vigorously and even gagging a few times.

When I returned, the Queen had already composed herself, her clothes neat once again. She glanced at me with disdain and said mockingly, "You, a mere gigolo, are you actually disgusted by me?"

Her words ignited a surge of anger within me. I didn't know where the courage came from, but I muttered through clenched teeth, "If it weren't for my sister in the hospital, I would never have come to a place like this."

As soon as the words left my mouth, I was terrified. I had just spoken back to her, and I was sure no one else on this ship had ever dared to do so. I didn't know how badly I would be punished.

To my surprise, she didn't seem angry. Instead, she looked at me curiously and then smiled faintly. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a checkbook.

"Interesting. Here, take this," she said, scribbling something on the check before handing it to me.

I took the check with trembling hands, my eyes widening at the amount—20,000 dollars. The sudden turn of events left me stunned. I had expected punishment, not a reward, especially such a substantial one. This was far more than I had earned in all my time on the ship.

After giving me the check, she adjusted her clothes and headed towards the door. As she left, she turned back, a playful look in her eyes, and pointed at my lower body. "Keep it ready for me. I might decide to taste it one day when I'm in the mood."

With that, she left, leaving me in a state of disbelief. I stared at the check in my hand, feeling like it was all a dream. I hadn't even been violated, yet I had earned a considerable sum, far more than what I made lying on the table, being used as a plaything.

Just as I was reveling in the fact that my sister's medical expenses would be covered for at least a month, the door suddenly burst open. A group of people entered, led by Sister Liu. She was in charge of me, handling all the tips and money the wealthy women spent on me, and then giving me my share.

Sister Liu was extremely exploitative. My bunkmate, Xiao Liu, had once told me that my daily net income was tens of thousands, yet Sister Liu only gave me a meager thousand or so each time. I was allowed to perform only about five times a month, making just over five thousand, which was far from enough to cover my sister's hospital bills.

Living under Sister Liu's roof, I dared not complain. She had made it clear that I could leave anytime, but whether I would leave in one piece was another matter. Any hint of dissatisfaction would result in a brutal beating from her henchmen.

Sister Liu walked in, her sharp eyes immediately noticing the check in my hand. She smiled coldly and said, "What's that in your hand?"

I hesitated, knowing that hiding it would only make things worse. Reluctantly, I handed her the check. She glanced at it and raised an eyebrow, a greedy smile spreading across her face.

"Well, well, it seems you've made quite the impression on Her Highness," she said, tucking the check into her pocket. "Don't worry, I'll make sure this goes towards your sister's medical bills."

I knew better than to believe her. Sister Liu would pocket the money and give me nothing. My heart sank as I realized that my hopes had been crushed once again.

"Now, get cleaned up," she ordered. "You have another performance tomorrow, and I expect you to be at your best. No slacking off, or there will be consequences."

I nodded meekly, feeling the weight of my situation crushing down on me. The fleeting hope I had felt moments ago was gone, replaced by the harsh reality of my life on this ship.