Midnight's Misstep (Patreon)

“Great work everyone!” Miss Midnight announced at the end of the day's training. It had been a long hard session, and everyone was worked to the point of   “Hit the locker rooms and let’s get back to class.” Everyone filed out to get changed out of their phys ed uniforms and back into their regular school uniforms.

You end up lingering in the locker room a minute or two after everyone else. On your way back to class, you pass by the girls’ locker room and happen to spot something, a laundry hamper that hadn’t been collected by the support students’ class to take back to their workshop for cleaning and repairs yet. However, on top of it was something you immediately recognized; a long, dark blue thigh-high stocking that absolutely belonged to Miss Midnight herself. You were certain, no other girls in the class had stockings like that as part of their costume, and you would know from staring at Midnight’s feet any opportunity you had, like a pervert. 

You scanned up and down the hallway. The coast was clear. As casually as you could, you picked up the stocking and pressed the sole to your face, taking as deep an inhale as your lungs would allow. For one brief moment, you take in the heavenly pungent odor of Midnight’s feet, your pervy foot fetish giving you an instant erection. The next moment, however, you felt yourself losing consciousness and falling, Starting to black out, you remember with horror exactly how Midnight’s quirk worked as you hit the floor; she gives off an aroma that puts people to sleep!

You awake sometime later, impossible to tell how long. You blink a few times, your surroundings unfamiliar. As your vision comes into focus, you realize that standing over you is a smiling Midnight. Your immediate response is to be startled, but Midnight speaks calmly.

“Shh, it’s alright. I found you passed out on the floor, my stocking still on your face.” She smiled. “I’d always suspected you were a foot fetish type, and now I guess I have proof.” 

She pulled up a chair, sat down and put her feet up on your chest. There they were, the beautiful bare soles you’d spanked it to almost every night, right in front of your face.

“See, I have a theory about my quirk.” Midnight began. “I know that it’s sleep effects are particularly potent in my feet, but based on a few… past incidents, I think that it may also affect foot fetishists like yourself somewhat differently. I think that, while it will put you to sleep, first it’ll make you blow your load.”

Before you had time to question any of this, she pressed her warm, bare soles right against your face. As incredible and heavenly as sniffing her stocking had been earlier, getting it right from the foot was ten times better. Immediately, you had an instant erection, and barely another moment passed before you were at your limit, firing your load in your trousers.

And, just as she had predicted, you could once again feel your consciousness fading. On the edge of passing out, you could faintly hear her say. “Well, what do you know? I was right!”