YIDE wore those bl*ck knee-length boots, the surface of the boots gleaming coldly in the light. He lowered his eyes and looked at the huddled l*ttle dwarf beneath him, his mouth curling into a indifferent curve.

She lifted her right foot and the sole of the boot slowly pressed against the other's chest. At first, it was a gentle touch, then the increased, the lines on the leather bottom deeply embedding into the thin clothing and flesh. The l*ttle dwarf let out a muffled groan, trying to curl up but was firmly pinned in place by the sole of the boot. YIDE turned his ankle slightly and used the heel part to grind back and forth, listening to the suppressed gasping sound from below. Each grinding carried a slow, unresisting rhythm, like grinding an insignificant object.

Then, she moved her right foot away, and the sole of the left boot landed on the other's cheek. The leather pressed against the skin, distorting the features. The sole lifted and fell repeatedly, contemptuously slapping and pressing, as if dealing with dust. Occasionally pausing, the toe of the boot lifted to pick up the other's chin, those eyes full of humiliation to look up, and then the sole covered it again, c*mpletely erasing that faint glimpse of sight.

The trampling continued, from the chest to the abdomen, to the curled-up limbs. The bl*ck sole of the boots like an unfeeling seal, leaving painful and humiliating marks everywhere. There was no words, only the rustling of leather rubbing against fabric and skin, and occasionally the faint, painful breaths leaking from the sole.

Finally, YIDE stopped. She stepped back a step, bent over, and held the boot shaft with both hands, slowly removing the long boot from her leg. First the right foot, then the left foot, the leather peeled off with a slight sound. She casually threw the boots aside.

Now, she was barefoot, approaching again. The sole of her foot directly touched the trembling spine of the l*ttle dwarf. The skin felt warmer and more naked. She applied with her foot, using the front sole and heel to alternately grind that thin and weak spine, feeling the slight tremors of the bones under her feet. Her toes sometimes curled up, scraping the skin; sometimes stretched out, concentrating the entire weight of her body on one point, slowly and deeply pressing down.

She switched to the front, the sole of her foot landing on the other's chest. The bare arch of her foot pressed down, fitting more closely and being more humiliating - this was an unmitigated trampling. The heel twisted, the sole slapped, using the most primitive body part to complete the most direct conquest. Every inch of the sole was closely connected to the other's humiliation, temperature and pressure became the only language.

Finally, she lifted her foot and lightly tapped the other's cheek twice with the damp and cold sole, like a conclusive, filthy seal. Then, he turned around, leaving behind a silence, c*mpletely crushed and humble.

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