Sakura sat down on her couch and pulled out a book. She gestured to the floor in front of her. "Get on your hands and knees." she ordered.

Kusaki glumly obeyed, and Sakura rested her feet on his back, crossing them at the ankles. She began to read.

30 minutes passed, and Sakura was still absorbed in her reading. Kusaki was thankful nobody was here to see this, this was so embarrassing. He was starting to get tired, but he didn't dare say anything.

Another 30 minutes passed, and Kusaki's muscles were aching. Sakura peered down at him and said "Would you like to stop now, Kusaki."

"Yes, Sakura."
"Wrong answer."
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"Sakura pulled her feet off his back, and Kusaki slumped to the ground. She closed her book and gave him an annoyed look. "How dare you be so rude? You should WANT to be my footstool. That wasn't even part of your initiation, it was you apologizing for leaving.

She stood up and put her hands on her hips, staring down at him. "Now kiss my feet and thank me."

Kusaki crawled over to her feet and with resignation, starting kissing her feet repeatedly. "Thank you for letting me be your footstool, Sakura, I am so sorry for leaving."

Sakura nodded, satisfied. "Much better."