I, the Weakest Traveler, Start by Taming the gods of the Old World.

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Rachael smiled, her toes brushing against Ha Joon's skin, a teasing touch that sent a spark of heat through his body.

"Do you like it?" she asked, sliding her foot along his thighs, the subtle press making him twitch.

Ha Joon could only nod as he reclined on his hands.

His response was all she needed. Rachael turned her gaze back to Ha Joon's erection, her toes teasing the cap.

With deliberate movement, her foot glided along his cock, the rhythm steady but soft.

She had managed to balance the rod between her toes, her other foot tickling Ha Joon's balls.

"Hmmmrgh~" Ha Joon grunted, lying flat on the ground with his arm covering his eyes.

His hips bucked instinctively, chasing the rhythm she set, but she held him in place, controlling the pace with her foot.

The pressure of her foot increased slightly, and a low growl escaped his lips as his body responded to her every touch.

Rachael had managed to curl her toes around his shaft, gripping just enough to make him gasp, her movement measured and deliberate.

The ball of her foot pressed firmly against him, creating the perfect friction that made Ha Joon lose control little by little.

Ha Joon had never gotten a footjob before. He had imagined getting one several times, many times after reading hentai, but for him to actually be receiving one had never occurred to him.

It was far better than he expected.

Rachael's motions were teasing at first, a slow drag of her toes, before she increased the pressure, leaving Ha Joon breathless.

She could feel him trembling beneath her touch, his breathing growing more labored with every passing second.

She smiled seductively.

"Awwn, you're such a pervert, Joony. Just see how you're shaking~" she whispered, her voice low and teasing.

Ha Joon couldn't afford to make a response. His breath came out in ragged gasps as her foot worked its magic, sending shivers of pleasure up his spine.

He tried to grip something, his muscles tensing as the pleasure built, inch by inch.

"I can stop anytime, Joony. You know you can just tell me you love my feet on your dick, and I'll do my best to make sure you cum. But you won't, will you…?"

Ha Joon remained quiet, even though each stroke on his cock sent a ripple of heat through him, his mind clouding with nothing but the feel of her toes on his shaft.

"Fine then… don't!" she murmured, her tone playful as she pressed her foot harder on his erection, drawing a gasp from his lips.

She continued stroking his dick with her toes.

The pleasure crashed over Ha Joon all at once, his body shuddering as her foot kept up its relentless pace.

He lost control, his moans growing louder as the tension that had built up inside him finally snapped.

With one final stroke, his body stiffened, every nerve alight with pleasure as she didn't stop, guiding him through every wave of release.

His cum sprayed all over her foot, covering it in the warm, sticky substance.

"Amazing… you came so much from just my foot. That makes me happy, Joony." Rachael smiled, watching as the cum leaked from between her toes.

She then slowly withdrew her foot, a satisfied smile playing on her lips as she watched Ha Joon try to catch his breath.

"I guess I won this time."

Still breathing heavily on the ground, Ha Joon looked at Rachael, his thoughts barely processing.

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The next day.

The Kim family was having breakfast at the dining table.

Dong sat at the head of the table, with his wife and Rachael gathered around, eating.

The sound of forks and spoons ticking against ceramic plates filled the room.

Ha Joon was the last to join the family, and they knew not to disturb him since he was still healing from the surgery.

Step!

Ha Joon stood on the stairs, observing his family eating.

"Joony! You made it. Here, I saved you a seat." Rachael stood up from her chair and gently pulled the chair beside her back.

Ha Joon smiled, he was slowly feeling more comfortable around them.

"Sorry I took so long."

And with that, he walked forward, gently settling into the chair, his food already set in front of him.

Silence took over as everyone continued eating their food, at least until Ha Joon's father decided to bring up a topic.

"How are you feeling now? Any sign of stress you want to tell me about?" asked Ha Joon's father.

Ha Joon paused.

"No sir, I feel okay, just occasionally tired."

"Is that so? Very well then, I'm glad you're feeling better." Dong wiped his mouth with the napkin. "Your mother and I are glad to have you back in the house, it wasn't a family without you here."

"I... it's great to be back," Ha Joon managed to respond, the unsettling feeling creeping inside him again.

"And with that, I'm sure you've come to your senses and realized you can't do anything without us. The world out there is a sad and painful place, people are evil, and have no place near you. You have Rachael, and you have your mother. You don't need anyone else."

The words of his father sank into him.

"I'm glad you finally realized that. Nothing can make a father prouder than he already is. Next week, you'll follow me to America. There, I'll teach you how to be a neuroscientist. You can see that being a history teacher isn't something that would benefit you. I have planned out everything, so you don't have to worry."

Ha Joon remained quiet, his gaze down as he listened to his father.

"The private boarding school there is perfect. You'll be the only one there. People will be a distraction, you don't need them—"

"Who are you to decide that?" Ha Joon suddenly blurted out.

Silence once again fell over the dining area, everyone looking at Ha Joon with surprise written on their faces.

"What was that?" Dong asked, his eyes narrowing.

Raising his head, Ha Joon looked at his dad and repeated, "Who are you to decide what I want and need?"

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A\\N

Not my best work, sadly, imma make up for it with the next chapter.