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It started as something innocent. Kuromi — rebellious, cute, dark but playful — had always caught my attention the dirty part of my body always reacted to her

But somewhere along the way, my fascination narrowed… downward. Her boots, her playful kicks, the way she’d prop her leg up and smirk like she knew you were looking.

Her feet became a fixation.
A secret pleasure.
A shrine of screenshots, drawings, filtered clips — soles bare, toes curled, heels lifted just slightly in teasing rebellion.

Every night, I’d lie in bed, phone aglow, masturbating and whispering to a cartoon idol who couldn’t hear me.

Or so I thought.

It happened on the Awal Muharram... 2025.. I’d fallen asleep after a particularly intense gooning session to the art of Kuromi lounging barefoot, one foot dangling off a throne of plushies.

I woke up to noises of someone banging on the door, nervous and naked with kuromi plushie on my huge morning wood. I was confused and scared

*BANG BANG BANG* an Indian robber has broken into my home.

“YO CHINESE DUDE WHY ARE YOU NAKED WITH SOME CREEPY PLUSHIE ON YOUR ♥♥♥♥?? NICE ♥♥♥♥ THOUGH BUT NOT BIGGER THAN MY BOYFRIEND'S”

“PLEASE DONT HIT ME, TAKE WHATEVERY YOU WANT” I replied like a cuck

He ignored my comms and punched me like a gorilla, I collapsed near my desk — where my Kuromi signs glowed.

Suddenly a hush fell over the room as purple light split the air.

A voice.
“Didn’t think you would lost to an Indian,” it purred.
Soft footsteps echoed. Bare. Deliberate. Powerful.

And there she was.

Kuromi. Real. Floating just above my ♥♥♥ stained floor, black devil tail curling, pink skull glowing softly, and nothing on her feet.

I erected

She touched down, toes pressing against the dirty floor.
She spit on my face.
It wasn’t just humiliation — it was dominance.
And I enjoyed it thoroughly

The Indian robber scoffed.
“Childish Chinese, I the great Sethu will never be defeat by a cartoon idol”

“As a thanks for all those nights you cummed on me, I shall destroy the Indian robber for you” she whispered, eyes glowing with teasing fire. “All those stares… all those ♥♥♥♥ on my feet” she smirked at me

I could barely breathe — suffering from the beating the Indian man inflicted on me, and my throbbing erection thanks to her appearance

“You picked the wrong fanboy” Kuromi said to Sethu.

“We Indian run faster than light, you will never catch me” Sethu replied arrogantly.

Before Sethu could run, Kuromi launched herself foot-first, kicking him in the face with a glowing barefoot strike. Sethu flew across the room and landed in a pile of my used tissue

“AHHH SO MUCH ♥♥♥ SOMEONE SAVE ME, ANYONE EVEN MY EX!! PLEASE!!” Sethu screamed like a helpless child

She tied him up with her tail and winked at me.

“You’re not getting rob by an indian today, gooner” she said.

“Why… why are you helping me?” I gasped.

She rolled her eyes. “You really think I didn’t notice all those late-night Google searches? You’re weird, but you're loyal.”

Then she leaned in.

“And besides… no one appreciates my feet like you do.”

She then pressed her warm sole against my ♥♥♥♥. “You wanted to be beneath me?” she whispered to me

I let out a moan — a mix of desperation, awe, and surrender.

“I’m not letting you ♥♥♥♥ me today” she murmured, rubbing her foot around my ♥♥♥♥, slow & sensual. “Not before you worship me properly… and spread the gospel of Kuromism”

She crouched next to me, rubbing her toe on my face

“Next time you see me” she smirked, “inseminate me”

My pants soaked in ♥♥♥ after she said that to me.

And just like that — she vanished.

Touched by the beautiful feet of Kuromi, I embraced my destiny as a missionary of Kuromism.

I got up and looked at Sethu, “You don’t need to break into people houses anymore. You’re lost, aren’t you? Searching for things with monetary value to fill the void of your heart?”

“Let me introduce you to her.” I chose to spread Kuromism to one that tried to rob me

I held out a small Kuromi plushie to Sethu — one I always goon on.

"WHAT THE ♥♥♥♥ ARE YOU YAPPING? I'M COVERED IN YOUR ♥♥♥. GET ME OUT OF HERE. I DONT WANT YOUR STUPID PLUSHIE" Sethu screamed in disgust.

He looked at me like I was insane.

And maybe I was.

But I was also enlightened.