Chapter 134

I wouldn't use the same tentative caresses I had during our first massage.

It was only right to match Chinami's growing sexual awareness.

With that in mind, I gave Chinami's lower back a light tap.

"Master. I'm going to sit you up for a moment."

"...Why?"

"To make you more comfortable, and to make it feel a little better."

"Feel a little better...?"

"Yeah. A little better."

"Hmm... how should we do it...? Do I get up now...?"

She had completely fallen for the bait.

I let out a soft chuckle.

"I'll do everything. You just need to relax and stay still, Master."

"Okay..."

I lifted the back of Chinami's neck slightly, slipped my arm beneath her, and gently pulled her upper body upright.

I had her sit on the edge of the bed as she adjusted her robe, then pressed myself tight against her back.

"Eh...?"

Chinami let out a bewildered gasp.

She shivered as if a sudden draft had swept through the room. Since I had my legs wrapped around the outside of hers in what amounted to a back hug, she seemed incredibly tense.

When I rested my chin on her shoulder, she yelped, "Hyaak...!"

A bizarre sound slipped from her mouth as her body completely froze.

Hyaak? We were supposed to be building an erotic mood, but a noise like that threatened to completely shatter the tension in the room.

Suppressing a laugh, I brought my lips to Chinami's ear.

I whispered gently, "Are you okay?"

"Eek... y-yes...!"

She hunched her shoulders, trying to cover her ear.

My warm breath tickled her ear, and it seemed to stir a strange sensation within her.

Moving my hand smoothly down to Chinami's lower abdomen, I gave it a soft pat.

"Hup... mmm...!"

She flinched hard at first, but after a moment, she let out her breath and gradually seemed to calm down.

She was still tense, though.

The fact that she stared straight ahead without even trying to look back at me was proof enough.

Her visible trembling had stopped, but if I were to touch her chest, her heart would probably be pounding away.

"Just relax. Take it easy."

I continued to rub her stomach, soothing her in a soft tone, and she finally turned her head slightly.

"...Is this a massage, too...?"

"Of course. It's an abdominal massage."

"Then why..."

"Why what?"

"Ah, it's nothing..."

She had probably wanted to ask why I was hugging her like this.

Deciding not to press the issue, I moved my hand to the sash tied around Chinami's slender waist and grasped the end.

"I'm going to apply some oil to your stomach, so I need to loosen your robe a bit."

"...You shouldn't..."

"Why not?"

"Because my belly fat will crease..."

That was what she was worried about?

I had expected her to say it was too much, or that she was embarrassed... but this was just typical, quirky Chinami.

"It felt completely flat just a moment ago."

"..."

"So it's fine, right?"

"Hnnng... okay... I suppose it can't be helped if it's for an oil massage... Just loosen it a little bit, though..."

She was giving in so meekly? How adorable.

I murmured my assent and gave the sash a gentle outward tug, letting it come undone with a soft rustle.

The front panels of the robe parted slightly, revealing Chinami's bare skin.

I lowered my gaze and saw her gentle mounds wrapped snugly in a tight disposable bra.

I already knew she was well-endowed, but perhaps because she usually hid them under baggy clothes, they looked even larger than usual right now.

They were so incredibly attractive. The blood rushed straight to my groin, making my cock spring stiffly to life.

Forcing my lust down, I rubbed a few drops of oil into my palm right in front of her eyes before pressing my hand against her stomach.

And then—

"Mmph..."

Chinami's waist undulated like a small wave before suddenly freezing.

It looked as though she had felt a stray drop of oil slip down and wet her panties.

I slowly began to massage the oil over her entire stomach, asking, "Does that feel comfortable?"

"I'm... not really sure... But, Junior... I... have some fat there, so you can't grab it..."

"There's no fat at all. You're completely smooth."

"Really...? That's fine, then..."

It was adorable how much she cared about her image.

How much time passed like that?

I kept rubbing her stomach until it was completely slick, breathing in the sweet scent of peaches wafting off her skin, until...

"Mmnn..."

A languid breath slipped from her nose, and I moved my hand further down.

Down past her lower abdomen, right over the line of her panties. And then, a little lower than that.

My hand glided over her skin until my fingers brushed her mound, causing Chinami—who was practically bundled up in my arms—to flinch.

"Nng...?"

I curled the first knuckle of my middle finger against her pubis, giving it a gentle scratch. In response, Chinami's thighs pushed softly against my legs blocking her in, parting just slightly.

Was it pure instinct? It was incredibly erotic.

Press... press.

I pulsed my fingers, alternately pressing and releasing to stimulate her erogenous zones. When her body began to tremble intermittently, I asked quietly, "Does it feel good?"

"Junioooor... I feel strange... it tickles..."

"Where does it tickle?"

"Nng..."

She snapped her mouth shut, completely at a loss for words.

She was too embarrassed to say it out loud.

I leaned in so close my lips brushed against her earlobe.

"I'll do your legs."

After I whispered that, I moved my hand even lower, right to the crevice between her thighs. I stroked the tender flesh at the very edge of her slit, rubbing my fingers slowly up and down.

"Hyaah...?"

I felt her trembling grow violently stronger as she let out a shocked moan.

It was a sure sign that she was inching toward her climax.

It was an undeniably sensitive spot, but it seemed Chinami's entire body was incredibly susceptible to pleasure.

With my free hand, I grabbed a towel from the steamer and draped it horizontally across Chinami's thighs.

It was a precaution in case she came.

Being covered would give her a sense of security, and even if she squirted, the warm towel was already wet anyway, so she'd have an excuse. It was only right to take these precautions before she died of embarrassment.

"U-Umm... Juniooor..."

Chinami spread her legs even wider and called out to me desperately.

I answered, keeping my fingers teasingly hovering right over her labia.

"Yes. Tell me."

"Y-You seem to just be... massaging the same spot over and over again..."

"You don't like it?"

"N-No... it's not that I don't like it, i-it's just... Hngaaah!"

Chinami's lower back arched sharply in the middle of her sentence.

Because the very tip of my longest finger had just grazed her slit.

I began to rub slowly over the fabric of her panties, which were well past damp and entirely soaked through, causing her waist to jerk up repeatedly.

"H-Hyaah...!? Hek!"

She let out an animalistic groan, panting with her tongue poking out.

Just a little bit more, and she would definitely cum.

"There you go, just like that..."

I praised her softly, using a gentle voice like I was coaxing a puppy. I slipped the oil bottle under the towel covering her lower half.

Tilting it slightly to dribble oil over her, I began to blatantly tap against her soaked mound.

Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.

Slowly at first, maintaining a steady rhythm.

But right as Chinami sensed the rising pressure in her body and opened her mouth to say something—

Tap-tap-tap-tap-tap-tap.

I rapidly picked up the pace.

All rational thought obliterated by my sudden caresses, Chinami desperately grabbed the arm I had wrapped around her neck.

"Hyaah...! Junior... wait... I-I think I need to rest for a second...!"

Her words slurred together as she begged me to stop. She must have finally reached the point where she simply couldn't hold it back anymore.

"Is it uncomfortable?"

"No...! It's not that... The massage... i-it's too ticklish..."

"Then I'll just do a little bit more to finish up. Count out ten seconds for me."

"Hiiik... Teeen... Niiine... Eiiight..."

Chinami was fighting with all her might to force the numbers out, her face flushed dark crimson.

She was forcibly holding herself back. I needed to push her over the edge.

"Threee... Twoo... Ooone... Junioooor...! It's been ten seconds...!"

Chinami, having blown through the countdown in less than five seconds, began pounding frantically on my arm.

It was a clear demand to stop. But since I had absolutely no intention of doing so, I just smiled brightly and kept right on working her mound.

"Ten more seconds."

"Why...! The ten seconds already! Passed! Stop the massage...!"

"This is the very last bit."

"Uuuunngh...! You said that earlier!!"

"Ten more seconds, starting right now."

"Nooo...! You caaan't...!"

Chinami's body writhed uncontrollably.

At a glance, it looked like she was trying to squirm out of my arms, but upon closer inspection, she wasn't actually trying to escape.

Her entire body was wholly accepting the pleasure I was forcing into her.

"Three seconds down."

"No...! That's wrong...!! Seven seconds passed...! Y-You liar...! Junior, you liar...!!"

"Okay, okay. Just five more seconds."

Tap-tap-tap-tap-tap-tap.

I pushed my hand to move even faster than before, and—

"Nnnnngh..."

Chinami's entire body instantly locked up.

It was as if she was winding up for a massive release, drawing in all her momentum right before it burst.

Taking advantage of that split second, I blew a breath of hot air directly into her ear.

"All done."

I pulled my hand out from between her legs, giving her permission to fully let go and cum.

"Hyaaaaaaaah...!!"

A deafening shriek of pleasure tore from her lips.

Her rigid body was completely swept away in the climax, her waist violently shuddering over and over.

She was orgasming hard, detonating all the built-up pleasure in one massive wave.

A moment later, I felt a damp sensation seeping into the bedsheet beneath my own thighs.

The towel laid out over the bed had soaked up the gush of slick juices she'd sprayed in her climax, the moisture spreading all the way back to me.

It wasn't so much that the towel couldn't absorb it all, but she had definitely squirted far more than Miyuki ever had.

I rubbed Chinami's shoulders gently, letting her come down from the high.

"Haa... Haaah..."

Having completely emptied herself out in those few short moments, Chinami gasped for breath.

Her body swayed like a leaf in the wind, completely sapped of all its strength. I hugged her close and began pulling her robe back on over her shoulders.

"I'm glad to see you're so thoroughly satisfied. You did great. I was planning to finish up by massaging your legs and face—does that sound okay?"

"Hah... huu..."

Having managed to catch her breath, Chinami turned to look me right in the eye.

She was clearly trying to gauge whether or not I had noticed her squirting all over the bed.

Her eyes still slightly unfocused, she scrutinized my every move for a long moment before saying, "...Right now, I'd like to take a shower... I want you to do the face massage after that..."

My calm reaction must have set her at ease, because her voice sounded a lot more relaxed as she made the request.

She must have assumed I was completely oblivious... I decided to just keep playing dumb.

Given the absolute state of things, I wasn't entirely sure I'd be able to keep up the act, but with someone as naive as Chinami, there was definitely a chance.

I nodded in agreement.

"Understood."