Chapter 102

About two hours had passed.

Completely limp beneath my touch, Chinami suddenly called out to me.

"Junioooor..."

Her voice was syrupy sweet.

She had drawn her legs tightly together; the pleasure radiating from between her thighs must have been intense...

If I kept going like this, she might just squirt.

"Yes."

"Um... how about we take a short break...?"

A break now, when she had been enjoying it so much?

Did she need to go to the bathroom?

Judging by the way her lower half kept shifting, unable to stay still, that had to be it.

I adjusted the towel draped over her back and asked, "Then shall we just stop here for today?"

"Huh...? But I haven't gotten my face massage yet... You promised you'd do it one more time at the end, Junior..."

She clearly wanted more.

I could comfortably call today a resounding success.

Nodding, I gently placed a hand on Chinami's back.

"I'll do it briefly before we leave, right after you wash up."

"...Yes, sounds good."

"I'm going to wrap a towel around you now. I'll hold one up to cover you, and you just sit up with your back to me. Understood?"

"I can do it by myself..."

"I just want to take care of you. You're completely drained. It'd be hard for you to even move on your own right now."

"Hmm... Hmmm..."

Clearing her throat, Chinami clutched her pillow tightly and abruptly turned her head away.

She was being surprisingly coy; it was so cute I could die.

I patted her back, dimmed the lights down to the minimum, and spread the towel wide.

"Tell me when you're up."

"...All done."

Chinami was covering her breasts with another towel.

She didn't seem to mind showing me her back; the prolonged massage had probably gotten her used to it.

Or maybe the dimmed lights just made her feel safe.

I climbed onto the bed, admiring Chinami's smooth back as I wrapped the towel around her.

After tying it securely so it wouldn't come undone, I grabbed some slippers and crouched down in front of her.

"Hold out your feet."

"..."

Chinami silently extended one foot.

I slipped them onto her cute little feet. Pretending to finish off the massage, I gently kneaded my way up from her toes, to her calves, and finally to her thighs.

"Haaht..."

Her hips twitched, betraying exactly how she was feeling. I looked at her and said, "I'll bring you some juice from the snack bar while you shower. With ice. How does that sound?"

"Mnn...! That's good...!"

"You like it when I touch you here?"

"I-I meant the juice was good... Huuut...! Th-there is good, too...!"

I had learned something new today: Chinami's inner thighs were extremely sensitive.

Even if not quite as sensitive as the back of her neck, they were definitely an erogenous zone.

I focused my hands there for a moment, stopping right as Chinami's mouth fell open in bliss.

Then, I lightly tapped the tip of her cute nose with my index finger and flashed a bright smile.

"The bathroom door is over there. I'll draw a bath for you. Do you want to rest here for a bit?"

"N-no... I'll... do that myself..."

"Understood. Give me your arms?"

"...Okay..."

She held out her limp arms.

I slipped my hands under her arms, grabbed her by the armpits, and pulled.

"Eeep...!"

Dragged right off the bed, Chinami instinctively wrapped her arms around my neck.

The height difference was so huge that her arms were raised as if in a cheer. A laugh threatened to bubble out of me.

If I just lifted her up right now, we'd be perfectly positioned for a standing carry...

But I needed to save that. I had to put our Chinami in a reverse standing carry so she could watch herself in the mirror.

"I'll just support you to the bathroom."

"I-I can do it alone..."

"You're stumbling, so why are you stubbornly insisting on going alone? Come this way. Good girl..."

Holding Chinami's hands tightly, I gently coaxed her, guiding her to the bathroom as if teaching a child to walk.

I also needed to shower, but...

I should book another room, just to shower and come right out.

There was a prison-themed room available. I should book that one—it'd be a good opportunity to do some preliminary scouting for Renka's training session.

*

"Haa...!"

Submerged in the tub filled to the brim with water, Chinami let out a languid sigh.

It truly felt like her body was melting away.

Sluuurp.

Drinking the iced orange juice that Junior Matsuda had brought her felt like nothing short of heaven.

It was a drink she usually didn't give a second glance, but why was it so delicious now?

Sucking the juice through the straw, Chinami broke into a wide smile.

Sip, sip.

Working her mouth until she hit the bottom of the cup, Chinami sank deeper into the bubbling bath.

Not only was the guest room fully equipped with a massage area, but it even had a wonderful tub like this.

It felt like her entire standard for a Hotel was being overturned.

She wanted to come back frequently if she ever got the chance.

Next time, wouldn't it be nice to bring peach iced tea and share it amicably with Junior Matsuda?

With that thought in mind, Chinami rubbed the water over her body.

Her slippery skin gradually turned squeaky clean.

She had assumed it would be hard to wash off since it was oil, but the residue surprisingly washed away quite easily.

Anyway, Junior Matsuda had tricked her.

She had specifically asked him not to give her an oil massage, yet he had secretly poured it on while massaging her.

Ultimately, she did receive a genuinely great massage, so she would forgive him, but...

Tingle.

"Ah...!"

Lost in thought, Chinami suddenly brought a hand between her legs and pressed down firmly.

A tickling sensation had flared up down there.

She had felt it when Junior Matsuda touched her body in the Club Room and at the movie theater, but it was far more intense now.

It was a bizarre feeling.

It felt kind of good, but also tingly... a sensation she just couldn't put into words.

'Mmm...'

If she had to say whether it was a good or bad thing...

She would probably say the former.

Glancing over, Chinami let her gaze drift toward her disposable panties sitting in the corner of the bathroom.

The cotton fabric was completely soaked in oil.

The reason she felt a little slick inside was likely because the oil absorbed by the cotton had seeped into her skin.

The fabric was so thin; she had been incredibly anxious that Junior Matsuda might see through it...

Furthermore, they had ridden up between her buttocks halfway through and had been difficult to pull out. She thought about bringing her own highly elastic panties next time she got a massage.

Something like high-waisted bikini bottoms, for instance... something with enough fabric to cover her hips and pelvis properly.

She also needed new clothes to change into...

She should also portion out the peach-scented shampoo and body wash from her house into travel bottles and bring them along.

Peaches to eat after the massage were absolutely essential, too.

The heart-pounding massage season 2 she would receive in the near future.

She would make sure to be fully prepared for it.

Her resolve firmed, Chinami quickly went back to meticulously washing her body.

*

"Um... Junior..."

The bathroom door opened just a crack, and from inside, Chinami's voice—barely louder than a mosquito's—called out.

Approaching the door, I replied.

"Yes."

"Are you... by any chance planning to go back into the massage room...?"

Knowing full well what Chinami wanted, I slipped her underwear and clothes, which I had taken out and neatly folded in advance, through the gap in the door.

"This is what you need, right?"

"Ah!"

Startled, Chinami quickly snatched the clothes.

"J-Junior...! How could you just carelessly handle someone else's clothes like that...!"

Hearing her bashful tone, I could tell she was embarrassed that I might have seen her underwear.

"Are we strangers? I'm a little hurt."

"O-of course we're very close as teacher and student, but..."

"There's oil on the floor, so I brought them to save you the trouble of going back into the room just to change. I didn't mean anything else by it."

"...Thank you."

"Should I close the door?"

"Yes... please..."

I closed the bathroom door silently and sat on the bed to wait for Chinami.

A little while later, fully dressed, Chinami emerged, drying her wet hair with a towel.

Chuckling at her expectant expression, I patted my lap.

"Lie down here. I'll give you a head massage."

"Huh...? O-on your lap...?"

You already showed me your entire ass, so why are you getting so flustered over a simple lap pillow?

Wait, no, I had looked at her ass in secret.

Let's correct that to 'back'.

"You don't like it? Do you want to lie on the bed instead?"

"No... it's not exactly that I don't like it... but shouldn't I dry my hair first?"

"If I massage you after you dry it, your pretty hair will get all frizzy. It's better to do the massage first and dry it later."

"But it's wet..."

"Then shall we just end it here for today?"

"I-I can't let that happen...!"

Chinami trotted over and sat down beside me, leaving a bit of space, before stiffly resting her head on my thighs.

She looked like a rusty gear grinding out of sync; a laugh naturally escaped me.

I gently ran my fingers through Chinami's freshly washed hair.

Even though she had likely used cheap, single-use shampoo, her hair was incredibly soft.

"How does it feel?"

"It's hard. It feels like I'm resting on a bamboo pillow."

Something else besides my thighs was hard, too.

"It's worse than a pillow, isn't it?"

"Yes..."

"You're honest."

Letting out a light breath of laughter through my nose, I cupped Chinami's chin with one hand just like earlier.

Then, as I gently stroked her soft cheek with my thumb, I used my other hand to massage her scalp, lightly scratching against it.

"Mmm..."

Chinami savored the touch, her face flushed bright red.

Seeing her expression melt away in an instant, it looked like I'd be able to do this in the Club Room without any hesitation from now on.

"Does it feel good?"

"Mhm... I'm completely satisfied... I think I finally understand why people go to get massages..."

Smiling brightly, Chinami's gaze drifted toward the vanity.

"Junior, what is that?"

A long object concealed inside an opaque cloth wrapping.

Chinami was pointing right at it.

Feeling a bit awkward, I gave a roundabout answer.

"It's a massager."

"A massager...? Is there such a thing as a massager that's just long and skinny?"

"You can think of it as a vibrating massager. That's why it's shaped like that."

"Is that so? I'd like to try using it sometime."

If you're really that curious, I suppose I could let you use it.

But with a slightly smaller one instead.

Such a brutal and massive object didn't suit our Chinami.

I would satisfy her with a mini vibrator that could stimulate specific areas more delicately and intensely.

"Let's save it for another time. Are you going straight to sleep when you get Home?"

"Yes... I should. I have plans tomorrow..."

"What plans?"

"I'm going to watch a movie with Renka..."

A movie with Renka... let me tag along next time.

Sitting right between you and Renka on the sofa in a premium theater room... I think that would feel incredibly good.