The dorm was silent, save for the soft, rhythmic breaths of the sleeping femboy—a slender thing, with soft tuffs of hair and limbs so pale they seemed to shimmer in the moonlight. Weiss had said it was a harmless plan, but now, as Ruby, Blake, Yang, and she crept closer, the air grew thick with a hungry electricity.

He lay sprawled, his lips parted, his small toes peeking from under the blanket. Ruby was the first to kneel, her eyes heavy-lidded with a reverence that surprised her. One toe made a break for freedom—a tiny, berry-red nail, perfection.

"I just want to taste..." Ruby breathed, her tongue darting out. She ghosted across the arch, and even in sleep, the femboy stirred slightly, a quiet moan spilling from his lips.

Blake, ever the observer, followed next. She lifted his foot gently, her own heart a frantic drum. She planted a soft, wet kiss to the sole, shuddering as she tasted a hint of salt. This vulnerability—the white skin, the cobweb-thin veins—made her feel like an explorer claiming dangerous territory. Her lips traced each toe, feeling the slight ridges of his skin.

Weiss scoffed, claiming she could do it without the pointless hesitation. But when she pulled back the blanket to reveal his foot, her own mouth went dry. Her tongue curled, succumbing to the need. She pressed directly to the sweet spot between his inner ankle and the bottom of his heel. She inhaled a gasp as her taste buds savored the faintest trace of mixed sweat—of the private, untouched essence that belonged to this still-s