Chapter 133

[You can come in.]

I was cleaning a bit of mud off Chinami's shoes when I received her text, so I headed for the bathroom sink.

I washed my hands thoroughly, dampened a few of the towels I had prepared alongside the oil, and carefully opened the door. Inside, I saw Chinami lying flat on her back, covered with a towel.

She was still wearing her robe. It seemed she planned to take it off once I covered her with the towel.

Did she realize that leaving it on was actually much more erotic than being completely naked?

I placed the oil on the small nightstand, tossed a towel into the steamer, and dimmed the lights.

"I'll drape the modesty towel over you. You can take off your robe and lie face down."

"Um... could you massage my head first...?"

"Did you like it that much?"

"Yeah..."

"Alright. Are you cold?"

"A little..."

I turned on the heater in the corner of the room and rolled a round stool over to the head of the bed.

Sitting down, I gently stroked Chinami's slightly damp hair.

"Mmm..."

Chinami was already making drowsy sounds.

Fresh out of the shower and slathered in serum, her face looked incredibly soft.

A scent of peaches wafted from her skin. She clearly hadn't used the basic cosmetics provided by the love hotel, opting instead for the ones she had brought herself.

She seemed to have just used the shampoo in the bathroom, but she was still quite prepared.

I brushed her bangs upward and asked in a gentle tone.

"You're wearing the disposable underwear, right?"

"Yeah... it's rude to ask something like that... Nng...?"

A sudden, startled gasp escaped Chinami's lips.

I had just slipped my hand right beneath the nape of her neck.

Gently massaging the back of her neck, I used my other thumb to caress her cheek, rubbing it as if I were spreading lotion.

"Mnnng..."

She let out her signature little snort and completely relaxed her body.

As I scratched her neck, her back arched slightly and her legs parted. Combined with the little purring sounds she had just made, she was the spitting image of a kitten.

"Does it feel good?"

"Yeah..."

Chinami even started to smack her lips. I focused solely on her nape and cheeks before moving to her earlobe, rubbing it between my thumb and index finger.

Then, I lightly dug my thumbnail into it.

"Mmph..."

"Are you okay? Did that hurt?"

"N-no... it didn't hurt..."

Chinami shook her head, her legs drawing together slightly.

She seemed slightly turned on. I moved my fingers to the inside of her ear, caressing it with gentle motions to soothe away her tension.

Then I used the edge of my hand, gliding smoothly from behind her ear down to her collarbone, repeating the pushing and pulling motions...

When Chinami's breathing turned languid, I placed my fingers in the hollow of her collarbone, gradually applying more pressure as I pressed down.

"Hic..."

A thrilling jolt must have shot through her, because her waist gave a small shudder.

Her hands, which had been resting modestly on her stomach, began to fidget, and her pale face flushed a deep red.

She was slowly starting to feel the pleasure.

I continued massaging around her face for another ten minutes before reaching for the oil on the nightstand. She flinched, asking in a trembling voice.

"Are we done with my face...?"

"No. I'll do it again later."

"Ah, okay... should I roll over?"

"No. I'll just start with the front. I can lower the towel a bit, right?"

"Mmm... yeah..."

At her consent, I pulled the towel covering Chinami's chest down to her solar plexus.

Her soft mounds were still veiled by her robe.

Through the parted flaps of the fabric, the snow-white curves of her upper breasts peeked out.

Forcing down a sudden surge of lust, I poured a few drops of oil into my hands.

I rubbed it across my palms, then wrapped my hands around Chinami's slender arms.

"The robe is getting a little in the way."

Chinami's eyes darted around at my words as I meticulously massaged her arms.

"...Is it? Then how..."

"Can I slip it off your shoulders? I should really work my way up continuously from your arms to your shoulders."

It was purely for the massage; I had no ulterior motives.

I persuaded Chinami by projecting that exact innocence. After a moment of deep internal debate, she gave a hesitant nod, and I smiled softly.

I opened the lapels of her robe slightly to create some slack, then pulled the fabric until it slipped down over her upper arms.

"Eep..."

She let out a small yelp as her pale shoulders were exposed.

I lightly patted the area below her collarbone to reassure her, then resumed the massage, working the tension out of her entire body.

Soft, even breaths were escaping Chinami's nose.

Her eyes were gently closed without a single furrow of tension around them. After all this time, she had grown accustomed to the massage and seemed half-asleep.

The robe had slipped down even further than before, and the fact that she hadn't noticed at all told me everything.

‘Hmm...’

I was supposed to be turning her on, but all I did was put her to sleep. Did I massage her a little too earnestly?

Swallowing my disappointment, I lightly patted Chinami's neck and called out to her.

"Master."

"Mmm...?"

"Should we turn you over? I'll do your legs and back next."

"...Peach pound cake..."

"Huh...?"

"It's so good... I want to eat it together..."

Spouting complete nonsense while smacking her lips, Chinami slowly rolled over onto her stomach.

Even taking into account that she was half-asleep, rolling over without even a modesty towel meant her guard was completely down.

But what on earth was a peach pound cake? Just hearing the name was enough to make my stomach churn.

Chinami was obediently lying face down, exposing her plump rear.

I lightly placed my hand on her thigh, just beneath her ass, and spoke.

"Let's go eat some together next time."

"Yeah... Nng...?"

Chinami gave a sluggish reply, but then she flinched and jerked her head to the side.

She had finally realized it: her entire backside was completely exposed without a towel.

Before the now wide-awake Chinami could say a word, I casually dripped oil down her thighs.

"Ah...?"

I immediately started massaging her sleek legs, pressing into the hollows behind her knees as she lay there bewildered.

"Ahnn...!"

She let out a coquettish moan, curling her cute little toes up tight.

She'd had a similar reaction last time. It was just as cute seeing it again.

"Feels good?"

"...I don't know..."

"How's the pressure? Is it okay?"

"I don't know...!"

"I need feedback to adjust the pressure. Should I just do whatever I want, then?"

"Yes...! Just do whatever you want...!"

"Why are you getting mad at me?"

"I am not...! Junior...! Quiet...! Focus...!"

Chinami scolded me in a strict tone and buried her face back into the pillow.

It seemed the sudden touch had aroused her more than it had surprised her.

Was it because the lighting was so dim she could barely see? Either way, she adapted incredibly fast.

That was a relief. It saved me the trouble of having to coax her.

I let out a soft chuckle and ran my fingernails lightly across the soles of her small feet, tickling her.

"Mheeh..."

Chinami let out a breathy, ticklish laugh, squirming her legs from side to side.

Seeing her soles scrunch up like that made me want to tease her even more.

I reined in the urge, instead kneading my way up from her calves to her thighs with just the right amount of pressure.

"...Haaa..."

As I worked on her legs, my touches grew increasingly bold, sliding smoothly up her thighs and slipping just beneath her ass.

I continued adding oil and delivering soft caresses. Within seconds, the slightly cooled atmosphere grew heavy and sultry once again.

"Haa..."

At some point, Chinami had hugged the pillow tight against her chest, simply surrendering to my touch.

Because her arms were tucked beneath her, her upper body was slightly propped up. This stretched her ribcage tight, throwing her shoulder blades and spinal erectors into sharp, delicate relief.

The delicate structure of her skeleton was visible beneath the skin of her small back.

I'd always thought of her as nothing but cute, but this sight was incredibly obscene.

Was it the dim lighting? No, I would have felt the exact same way even under the brightest lights.

Deciding to be just a little bolder, I slathered more oil onto my hands and began to stroke the full curves of Chinami's ass.

"Nhhm...!?"

Chinami's body gave a noticeable jerk.

She looked like she might shoot up at any second, but the rejection I feared never came.

It was proof of how deeply she trusted me. I had expected fierce resistance, so this was a massive relief.

I gently stroked her firm ass, slick and gleaming with oil, and then—

"...Huuun..."

Confirming that Chinami was making an incredibly erotic sound, I turned my hand and smoothly slid it straight between her cheeks.

"Hyeck...?"

As soon as my fingers brushed her labia, Chinami gave a small hitch of her pelvis.

The reaction wasn't bad. Should I push a little further?

My mind made up, I pretended to massage her inner thighs, brushing my hand right up against her crotch. Then, using the middle knuckle of my middle finger, I pressed down hard against her most sensitive spot.

Instantly—

"Myaaahn...!"

Chinami thrashed her legs wildly, kicking the bed over and over as if she were splashing in water.

She let out the exact same moan as when I had first massaged her, but her physical reaction was far more intense. She was absolutely feeling it.

Pressed against my knuckle, Chinami's pussy felt incredibly wet.

She was wet. Considerably so.

From a brief touch, the juices felt less viscous than Miyuki's... was Chinami a watery peach after all?

I needed to play with it a little more to find out.

"Are you okay?"

My knuckle was still pressed firmly against her panties, right over the labia that were undoubtedly humming with electricity.

She gave a jerky nod in response to my question as I continued applying pressure.

"Should I keep going?"

"..."

"What do you want to do? Should I do a little more? Or should I stop?"

"...Keep going..."

She mumbled something, but I couldn't quite catch it.

I leaned my ear in close to her head and asked again.

"Hm? What did you say?"

"My body feels weird... I think it's because of you, Junior..."

She whined in an agonizingly shy voice. It seemed she wasn't used to feeling this kind of lust.

I wiped my fingers on a towel, then gently straightened out Chinami's messy bangs.

Then, I gave her a benevolent smile.

"Should we take a short break and then start again?"

"No... hurry up and fix me... turn me back to normal..."

"I think you're just going to feel even weirder if I keep going."

"It'll be fine..."

"Really?"

"You're really bad at taking a hint, Junior... You might want to visit an ENT clinic tomorrow..."

Why was she grumbling so cutely?

It just made me want to fuck her.

I poked her bright red cheek, which looked like it was about to burst, and replied.

"Then I'll continue."