Chapter 76: Oil Massage, Therapy, My Blindfolded Eyes
Chapter 76: Oil Massage, Therapy, My Blindfolded Eyes
“Full your head! Stop saying weird things!”
“You turn around first.”
Himekoji Akito cupped his ahem little brother, curling naked into a ball in the bathtub.
So annoying. His little brother was eighteen centimeters—too big to cover with one hand. Really, being that big was actually quite troublesome sometimes!
“Why turn around?”
Kasumigaoka Utaha asked knowingly. Her gaze even deliberately roamed boldly over Himekoji’s bare body.
“So I can get dressed, obviously!”
“Do perverts wear clothes?”
“I told you! Senpai is the one acting like a pervert right now! A female pervert!”
“You don’t like it?”
“Who would like this?! Please, just turn around already!”
“Oh, fine.”
Seeing she’d teased him enough, Kasumigaoka shook her head contentedly before finally, languidly turning her back.
“You have thirty seconds.”
Only thirty seconds?!
Himekoji was instantly thrown into disarray.
“That’s too fast!”
He fumbled wildly with his clothes, complaining.
“One… two… three… thirty!”
But Kasumigaoka’s “thirty seconds” passed far quicker than Himekoji imagined.
“Well, well, Hime-Hime-kun, not bad. Actually… should I start calling you Big Hime-Hime-kun?”
Her fingertip touched her cherry-red lips as her eyes drifted downward. For a moment, Kasumigaoka really seemed to consider the idea.
“You only counted to three!”
What the—could this woman even count?
His face burning, Himekoji desperately yanked his half-on pants the rest of the way up.
Thankfully, his little brother had some life experience by now. It wasn’t like those rookie days when unexpected exposure would leave him flustered and “standing tall.” This time, he’d kept his cool.
He’d been gripped by chopsticks before… he’d even run wild across someone’s face…
That’s right! That training and those experiences had purpose and meaning after all!
“Big Hime-Hime-kun…”
Ignoring Himekoji’s complaint completely, Kasumigaoka blinked, her tone teasing again.
“Stop giving people weird nicknames!”
Himekoji Akito was nearly at his wit’s end. This senpai was exhausting him, body and soul.
Yeah, just plain tired.
“It’s not a weird nickname. I saw clearly enough to pick it.”
“Enough! Let’s just start the massage already…”
Tired of being led by the nose, Himekoji Akito decided to use his secret weapon—turn the tables!
[ “Master of Erotic Massage” Equipped! ]
“Oho? Eager now, are we?”
Kasumigaoka glanced at him, lips curving in a knowing smile. She relaxed her shoulders, letting her robe slither slowly down her arms with a soft rustle.
The neckline gaped open as she lazily tilted backward, revealing vast expansions of creamy white skin.
“W-Wait! You don’t need to take it off!”
Faced with such blatant temptation, Himekoji panicked. He swallowed thickly and hurriedly stopped her.
“How can I massage you with clothes on?”
[ How can I apply massage oil with clothes on? ]
Kasumigaoka and the System chimed in almost simultaneously.
Himekoji thought about it…
She had a point.
No way to argue back!
“Well… then… go ahead.”
Saying those words, Himekoji realized his heart seemed to be pounding wildly.
The force driving that beat… was probably desire, right?
He was a healthy man with normal urges, filled to the brim with youthful energy! Adding the System constantly “enhancing” his troublemaking impulses… he really was struggling!
Giving in to desire was easy. But holding it back felt like waging a desperate war.
Still, no matter what, he had to grit his teeth through this time!
His virginity absolutely could not die here and now!
Desire was a troublesome thing. Often, you had no choices left. Once desire slipped its leash, the path forward—or back—vanished.
You could only turn left, or turn right.
Left led to Battlefield A. Right led to Battlefield B.
…
Himekoji was a pervert. A pervert who couldn’t even choose when, where, or on whom he’d unleash his perverted deeds.
Could someone like that… really fall in love?
The only choice he could make right now was—
To take a deep breath, grab a towel, and blindfold himself.
“What are you doing?”
The bath towel slowly slipped down the girl’s body, revealing her seductive, graceful curves inch by inch into the air.
But the potentially sensual and intimate mood was utterly shattered by Himekoji’s unnecessary actions.
Staring at the blindfolded youth, Kasumigaoka Utaha frowned.
What was he doing?
“Ah… This is my secret technique: The Sense of Touch Absolute Massage. It demands absolute focus on tactile sensation during the massage. So my distracting eyes… need to be covered.”
Himekoji forced out a laugh as he explained.
“You really are… sigh—whatever!”
Her fists gripping the bed sheet clenched and loosened again. Part of her really wanted to yell at him. But seeing him force that smile so awkwardly and earnestly… suddenly, the urge to scold him faded.
Kasumigaoka could probably guess, more or less, why Himekoji was doing this.
She might understand… but she definitely refused to accept it!
An ordinary girl meets an absolutely unordinary, downright strange boy.
Love?
Wanting to write such a story.
Was it really so difficult?
…
“You’re really not a man.”
Kasumigaoka Utaha tilted her face to the side and said softly.
Himekoji could only pretend not to hear.
Compared to being called a “Pervert,” being told she wasn’t a man was actually quite a good evaluation.
…
Not dwelling on it too much, Himekoji took out the essential oil and gradually slipped into the role of “Master of Erotic Massage.” She shook her head, trying to clear the distracting thoughts.
“Relax.”
She softly stroked Kasumigaoka’s hair and spoke in a gentle voice.
“Hmph.”
Sprawled on the bed, Kasumigaoka Utaha let out a soft snort.
Frustrated with Himekoji Akito, she couldn’t help but want to be difficult.
However, the next moment—
A sudden, unexpected stimulation sent her mind blank for an instant.
Her back abruptly sensed a slight coolness as something dripped onto it.
It felt smooth and oily but with a refreshing fragrance. Just then, Himekoji’s hands pressed down.
The oil was cool, yet Himekoji’s palms were warmly hot. As her hands pressed and rubbed, the two temperatures alternated repeatedly on Kasumigaoka’s back.
It felt very comfortable. Kasumigaoka instinctively narrowed her eyes.
Himekoji’s motions flowed smoothly onwards. The areas coated with oil gradually began to feel tingly, itchy, slightly numb, and warm under her touch.
Kasumigaoka’s whole body seemed suddenly immersed in warm water—blissful and soothing, the heat spreading to her limbs and core.
After gliding up and down Kasumigaoka’s back twice, Himekoji shifted her focus to the girl’s thin shoulders by her neck.
“The most overworked part of a person is this trapezius muscle.”
The best way to restrain desire is to focus entirely on something else.
Himekoji spoke softly, her voice full of concentration and seriousness.
To apply force more easily, she naturally settled onto her backside right above Kasumigaoka’s perky buttocks. This was a very common position during massage.
Himekoji, wholly engrossed in her massage craft, found nothing amiss. Yet the girl beneath her inevitably felt a subtle shift in mood.
“Mmm…”
Kasumigaoka let out a low, soft moan.
Whether it was the essential oil or something else, her skin all over suddenly seemed to become much more sensitive upon contact. She could almost feel the intricate lines etched into Himekoji’s palms.
Slowly, Himekoji’s hands moved to both sides of Kasumigaoka’s spine, alternating between pushes, shakes, and kneads. For Kasumigaoka, who had never experienced an erotic massage before, Himekoji’s technique was fantastic – a new, pleasantly delightful experience. The girl couldn’t help herself, letting out tiny, breathy sighs.
Himekoji worked down from her shoulders to her lower back, then back up from her waist past her sides towards her armpits. Then, at a certain moment, Kasumigaoka sensed a surprising touch – Himekoji’s fingertips seemed to brush the very edge of her breasts.
The girl jerked violently.
A shock-like thrill surged through her, leaving her entire body weak and melting.
However, the next instant, that thrill inexplicably intensified countless times over.
It felt like electricity was coursing wildly through her whole being.
“Ah… Aah, ahhh…!”
Kasumigaoka’s body abruptly tensed, followed immediately by ragged, involuntary gasps escaping her lips.
[Pleasure Enhancement initiated for both parties—]
Hearing that all-too-familiar, utterly infuriating voice, Himekoji Akito—who had just been utterly absorbed in her therapeutic focus—instantly lost her composure.
Her face darkened completely, leaving her speechless.
“…”
Damn it, just as I feared! Of course it would happen now! I knew it!