Chapter 100

Chinami looked around.

She seemed bewildered by the incredibly dim lobby.

"Are the lights broken...? Aren't hotel lobbies usually bright...?"

She clearly had no idea this was a love hotel.

"Isn't it cozy? Doesn't it feel kind of calming?"

"I suppose it does, if you look at it positively..."

"That's good. Want to take a seat on the sofa for a second?"

"Okay..."

Chinami sat demurely on the sofa and looked up at me.

I offered her a gentle smile, then stepped over to the large touch panel to look up my reserved room.

Room 709, the corner room on the top floor.

I typed in the reservation number, and after a moment, two keycards slid out from the slot below.

This was the beauty of automated systems. They guaranteed total privacy.

I returned to Chinami.

"Shall we head up?"

"Are you done already? That was incredibly fast. But aren't there any staff?"

"Looks like the check-in is automated. There must be staff around somewhere, though."

"I see... What a suspicious hotel."

I stepped into the elevator with Chinami and hit the button for the seventh floor.

The elevator smoothly ascended in silence.

Chinami stared at the screen ticking up the floors and asked, "What does Raffia mean?"

"I'm not sure. It sounds South American, but they probably just picked it at random."

"Why?"

"Just to sound fancy."

"I see... But why are we going to the seventh floor? Aren't massage parlors usually in the basement or on the second floor?"

She was acting like a blank slate of pure innocence, which made me feel a slight twinge of awkwardness.

I scratched my head and answered honestly.

"I couldn't find a good place for the massage, so I booked a room equipped with a massage bed."

"A room...?"

"Yes. A room."

"Do rooms with massage beds even exist...?"

"It turns out they do. Since it's a private space, I figured it would be perfect for giving you a massage."

"I-Is that so...?"

Tension seeped into Chinami's voice.

Hearing that we were going to a private room alone seemed to give her a strange, inexplicable feeling.

So she wasn't completely clueless about sex. I wasn't sure whether to call that a relief or not.

Ding!

[Seventh floor.]

A cheerful notification chime rang through the elevator.

The doors slid open. We stepped out and walked down the dim corridor, listening to a faint classical melody echoing softly around us.

Once we found Room 709, I tapped the keycard against the electronic lock.

Beep-beep-beep!

...

The room I booked had a dedicated massage area next to the bathroom.

It was fully stocked with everything needed for a massage.

There was a massage bed, of course, along with aromatherapy oils, a towel steamer, and even a slippery mat like you'd see in an adult video...

Even the orange lighting was adjustable, and since it connected directly to the bathroom, it gave off the exact vibe of a shady massage parlor.

The touchscreen beside the door even offered room service and cosplay costume rentals.

It probably wouldn't be a bad idea to bring Renka here sometime.

With so many different rooms, it was perfect for roleplay; I had a feeling I would be visiting this hotel often.

The only flaw was the disposable underwear.

Usually, non-woven fabric was the standard for oil massages, but here, they had provided black cotton underwear.

That meant it would take a bit more effort to tear them compared to the non-woven kind, but whatever... that didn't matter today.

It was also slightly annoying that the massage bed was covered in pure white cotton sheets like a standard bed, but that could actually look a bit more erotic, so it wasn't a total loss.

Besides, I wasn't expecting a professional massage parlor anyway, so it was fine.

After looking over all the supplies, I walked over to Chinami. She was standing perfectly still, her face rigid with tension.

I put on my softest smile and handed her an individually wrapped disposable bra and panty set.

"I'll be starting right away, so get changed in the room."

"What...? I-I have to change...?"

"It's an aromatherapy massage, so I'll be using oil. If you receive it like this, your clothes will get soaked."

"O-O-O-Oil...? I never heard anything about that...! I won't have any oil used on me...!"

'So you're still agreeing to the massage?'

'Thank you for that.'

"You should still undress. A full-body massage will leave your clothes wrinkled. The same goes for your underwear. If I press down on a hook or an underwire, it's going to hurt. Plus, there's a risk of ruining them. I'll be careful, of course, but it's best to be prepared."

"Ahem...! Ahem, ahem...!"

Chinami let out a few dry coughs, visibly uncomfortable.

She seemed worried that I might see her body.

Recognizing how she felt, I gently patted her back.

"I'll cover your body with a towel, and when you need to flip over, I'll use a privacy towel, so it'll be fine."

"What's a privacy towel...?"

"I'll spread out a towel to block my line of sight and cover Master's body."

"...I feel relieved because I trust you, my junior, but... I can't help but think it would've been really nice if you had told me in advance...!"

"You said you watched massage videos, so I assumed you knew."

"That is my mistake, but still..."

"You don't need to worry so much. I promised I'd stop if you tell me to."

"I suppose... S-So, should I just get changed now?"

"Just a second."

I covered the hole in the massage bed with a pillow and turned to instruct Chinami, who was still standing there blankly.

"Get changed, lie down flat on your back, and cover yourself with the towel."

"B-But aren't I going to shower? I might smell..."

"All I smell is peaches. It's wonderful."

A pleased smile touched the lips of the still-anxious Chinami.

The straightforward compliment mentioning peaches seemed to make her quite happy.

I met her eyes and spoke softly.

"I'll step outside, so just send me a text when you're all changed, okay?"

"O-Okay..."

Leaving the fidgeting Chinami behind, I stepped out of the room and grabbed the massage oil I had prepared earlier.

She said she wouldn't receive an oil massage, but who knew what could happen?

She might enjoy my touch enough to change her mind, or a natural moment to apply the oil might present itself.

I had studied and studied to prepare for this very day.

One might ask why studying was necessary for foreplay disguised as a massage, but what I wanted was Chinami's total satisfaction.

My goal was to make her feel deeply relaxed while simultaneously stirring up ticklish, erotic sensations, ensuring she would ask for another massage next time.

...

[I'm done. You can come in now.]

Upon receiving Chinami's message, I washed my hands thoroughly and opened the door.

Click.

The room was pitch black.

The lights had been bright when I left, so she must have adjusted them herself.

Relying on the light bleeding in from outside, I slightly turned the dimmer switch. A soft, dim orange glow washed over the room.

I saw Chinami lying perfectly still beneath a towel, in a strict posture of attention.

She was frozen stiff as a mummy, rolling only her eyes. She seemed overwhelmed with embarrassment.

Her pale shoulder line, and her prominent collarbones just below it.

Admiring those incredibly attractive features, I brought over a chair and sat down by her head.

"I'll start with your face. Is that all right?"

"Yes... that's fine..."

At her reply, I carefully cupped both of Chinami's cheeks.

"Hiek...!"

She let out a short moan and squeezed her eyes shut. Her hands were already resting on her lower stomach.

She was digging her fingernails into the backs of her hands, looking exactly like a child at the dentist trying to distract herself from the pain of a cavity treatment, which made me chuckle.

Sweeping her bangs back, I stroked and pressed into her broad forehead in a clockwise direction.

Her skin was soft even without a drop of oil.

Along with her cheeks, the texture of her skin was quite exquisite to touch.

"How does it feel?"

"....."

Judging by how she silently wiggled her lips, she seemed to like it.

I massaged only Chinami's forehead for quite a while before finally moving my hands to her scalp.

Then I massaged it softly, like a hair designer washing a client's hair.

With every pass of my hands through her hair, the scent of peaches wafting off Chinami grew stronger.

It was enough to make me think about eating her hair. I felt like I was getting addicted.

"Haa..."

It didn't take long for a soft exclamation to escape Chinami's lips.

Her mouth had fallen slightly open—proof that she was finally starting to truly feel my touch.

When I subtly scratched lightly beneath her chin, Chinami craned her head back exactly like a puppy trying to feel more of its owner's touch.

"Does it feel good?"

"...Mmhmm..."

She answered with a soft breath through her nose.

Her expression was peaceful; this definitely wasn't an erogenous zone.

Confirming that Chinami was appropriately relaxed, I placed my hands on the back of her head and lifted it firmly.

Then I slipped my hands down to the nape of her neck, firmly pressing into the area where her neck and shoulders met.

"Mmph!?"

The intense reaction sprang out the moment I touched an erogenous zone.

Her straight legs, visible beyond the towel, twisted together.

Seeing her grab fistfuls of the bedsheets, it seemed like an electric thrill had shot right through her body.

"It's okay. It's okay. It's just a massage."

Cupping Chinami's lower jaw with one hand, I kneaded the entire nape of her neck and lightly patted beneath her chin.

"Nhaa...!"

Chinami writhed, letting out a strange moan.

As her squirming intensified, the towel covering her body began to slowly slip downward.

Right before Chinami's bare skin was exposed, I pulled the towel back up properly.

As I brought my hands back up to her face, I didn't forget to subtly glide them up from her upper chest and over her collarbones.

"Hngh...!"

Chinami's delicate frame twitched and shuddered every time my hands touched her.

Her previously parted lips were now clamped shut, biting down hard.

I knew the nape of Chinami's neck was sensitive, but her reaction was far more intense than usual. A psychological factor seemed to be at play.

An enclosed, narrow, and dimly lit room.

I could see how the strange atmosphere was rapidly pushing her into a state of intense arousal.

'Let's end the initial foreplay here.'

Having made my decision, I stopped all movement.

Then, when Chinami's hazy eyes turned toward me, I smiled generously and asked,

"Should we flip you over now?"

"A-Already...?"

"I was only going to do this for about five minutes, and then do it again at the very end."

"Ahem... I see... That's... ahem... fine..."

She grumbled cutely, clearly disappointed, and nodded her head.

I let out a chuckle, stood up, and moved to the side of the massage bed.

Then I pulled out a fresh towel and spread it wide, hiding myself from view.

"Let me know once you're face down. Since I'll be covering you with this, Master can just let the towel drop to the floor."

"O-Okay... give me a second..."

Rustle, rustle.

The erotic rustling tickled my ears for a moment, and once she was ready, Chinami spoke up.

"I'm ready..."

I nodded and lowered the spread towel, draping it over Chinami's body.

Then, Chinami, whose entire body was tensed up, slowly turned her head to the side.

"....."

Her face was so red it looked like it might burst.

I looked down at her with warm eyes and asked,

"Should I start with your back? Or your legs?"

At that, Chinami blinked slowly and replied in a fading voice.

"M-My back..."