Chapter 135

"Phew..."

Chinami, soaking in the bath, let out a long sigh.

It was because of how she had acted earlier.

From the moment Matsuda's fingers brushed against that sensitive area, a faint static had begun to build.

The more he patted the spot, the stronger the stimulation grew, until a current so intense coursed through her that her eyes had nearly rolled back into her head.

And then... she had wet herself, every ounce of strength draining from her body.

"Haaah..."

To show such an unsightly display in front of her student... She was so embarrassed she couldn't even lift her head.

The only saving grace was that Matsuda didn't seem to realize she had lost control of her bladder.

If he had known, she wouldn't even be here right now. She would have fled straight home, curled up in bed, and kicked her Momo-sama blanket into the air.

She probably wouldn't have been able to look him in the face ever again.

But was the massage Matsuda had given her even a real massage?

His hands had reached just above her privates. She had never heard of a massage like that in her life.

How should she put it... it felt a little dangerous.

Though, of course, it had felt good.

One thing was certain: she had experienced something incredibly naughty today.

A bizarre, arousing sensation she had never felt before in her life.

Tingle.

Feeling a tickle down there, Chinami squeezed her submerged legs together.

Just imagining his touch sent sudden jolts of electricity through her. She suddenly wanted that facial massage, so she needed to hurry up and finish washing.

After finishing a thorough shower, Chinami slipped on a fresh robe and stepped into the massage room.

And then, she let out a gasp.

"Oh my..."

While not a complete disaster, the bed was heavily disheveled.

Still, it was a relief that it hadn't been neatly tidied up.

If Matsuda had cleaned the room, he would have discovered the shameless liquid she had spilled. If that had happened, she would have wanted to crawl into a hole and die of embarrassment.

Quickly gathering her things, Chinami grabbed the wet towel and headed back to the bathroom.

She laid the towel on the floor, scrubbed it with soap, rinsed it clean, wrung it out tightly, and hung it back up in the massage room.

That took care of the immediate emergency, even if it wasn't exactly the perfect crime.

Feeling relieved, Chinami quietly peeked through the door leading to the living room.

Slide...

The door opened smoothly.

She spotted Matsuda lying on the bed, watching TV.

His hair was slightly damp; she had no idea where he had gone to shower.

He hadn't washed up in the toilet, had he?

As that thought crossed her mind, Matsuda noticed her and waved, causing Chinami to immediately duck out of sight.

A sudden wave of intense shame had washed over her.

She had practically been buried in a man's chest, throwing a tantrum as she wet herself.

If that wasn't humiliating, what was?

She truly couldn't face him.

"Master, come over here."

Matsuda's gentle voice rang out, accompanied by a soft chuckle.

Feeling a little more at ease, Chinami nervously stepped out.

"Are you done showering?"

"Ye-es..."

"Come lie down. I'll give you a facial massage."

Mhm. Seeing his casual attitude, it seemed he really hadn't caught on to what had happened earlier.

She was lucky. Her fortune for the day must have definitely been "excellent."

Fidgeting shyly with her fingers, Chinami walked over and carefully lay down on the bed.

Matsuda then gently lifted her head and placed it onto his lap.

"Mhp..."

Matsuda's masculine eyes gazed down at her.

She wanted to ask him about the massage he had given her today.

What kind of massage was that? Did he have wicked intentions? What had he been thinking when she thrashed about and threw a fit?

But she couldn't force the words out.

It wasn't out of fear, but purely from embarrassment.

She just wanted to hurry home and bury herself in bed.

Still, she had to get this facial massage first.

She would change into the casual clothes she had brought once it was over. Not because she wanted to look pretty, but because her uniform probably smelled.

Doing her best to soothe her wavering heart, Chinami instinctively pulled her legs in and closed her eyes as the hands of the junior she liked drew closer.

"Junior."

Gripping her seatbelt tightly, Chinami called out to me.

Having pulled the car onto the shoulder of the road near her apartment building in the gentle rain, I replied.

"Yes?"

"Never mind. But Junior."

"Yes?"

"Mhm... never mind."

She hadn't said a word all this time, and that was all she could muster?

I understood her shyness, though.

She was somewhat fine right now, but once she was lying alone in her quiet room, she would definitely think about the massage... It was a bit worrisome.

No, it was Chinami, so she might actually be perfectly fine. I just hoped she slept well.

Still, when would her trembling legs finally calm down?

She had needed my support just to leave the love hotel... She must not have recovered from the lingering afterglow of her climax yet.

I shifted into park, pushed my seat all the way back, and spoke.

"Do you want to rest your legs here? I'll massage them a bit."

Chinami flinched as I patted my thighs.

Not knowing what to do, she tapped her flushed cheeks with her fingers before unfastening her seatbelt and taking off her shoes.

Then, she carefully rested her legs across my thighs.

"Is this okay...?"

Smiling at her deeply embarrassed question, I draped a Blanket over Chinami's legs.

"Yes. This is perfect."

Placing my hands on her legs, I began to massage them earnestly, noticing the corners of her mouth twitch upward into a slight smile.

She seemed to be feeling better, which was a huge relief. I could finally put my mind at ease.

"Next time, I'll have to make sure to loosen you up properly before we leave. I'm sorry."

"...I'm fine, really..."

"When I'm done, I'll walk you right to your front door. I can't let you go alone when I'm this worried."

"Mhm... okay..."

Seeing her wiggle her toes, clad in low-cut socks that left her insteps bare, was incredibly cute.

Chuckling softly, I massaged Chinami's calves before moving my hands up toward her thighs.

"Hya..."

She let out a startled gasp.

Massaging her thighs through the Blanket, I asked, "Did you pack your uniform safely?"

"It's in my bag..."

"The ribbon is cute. Is the asymmetrical string the focal point?"

Chinami looked down at the purple ribbon decorating her blouse.

Fidgeting pointlessly with the neatly tied ribbon, she replied, "Yes..."

"It suits you. I think it perfectly matches Master's image."

"Thank you... It's really warm in the car..."

"Because I turned on the heater."

"Hmm-mhm... Right..."

Having run out of things to say, Chinami glanced around the car, her face dyed pink like a peach bursting with juice.

I wondered if steam was going to start blowing out of her ears.

"Umm... Come to think of it, I think I put my hairpin in wrong..."

Chinami unclipped her innocent Momo-sama hairpin and tried to pin it back on.

Making eye contact with me must have made her feel awkward.

Judging by her trembling hands, she looked like she was going to drop it...

Clatter.

"Ah...?"

I knew that would happen.

Giggling, I gently moved Chinami's legs back down to the passenger footwell and turned on the interior lights.

"I'll find it for you, so just stay still."

I then leaned all the way down and patted around the floor mat.

In doing so, my face accidentally brushed near Chinami's crotch.

"Hnng...!"

Above me, Chinami let out a slightly breathy squeal, followed by a rustling sound.

Wondering what was happening, I paused my search for the hairpin and looked up.

Chinami was covering her face, completely at a loss for what to do.

Since my posture made it look as though I had buried my face between her legs, she must have felt an immense wave of embarrassment.

Yet, seeing her timidly peek at me through the gap between her index and middle fingers was hilarious.

Just then, a passing car with its headlights on illuminated the interior of our vehicle. The momentary glow washing over Chinami made her aura seem incredibly innocent and pure.

A sudden urge to kiss her surged through me, but—

Tap.

My hand, resting on the floor mat, brushed against something, bringing me back to my senses.

It was the hairpin Chinami had dropped.

Yeah, let's save my first kiss with Chinami for later.

She had just been through a major ordeal, and if I kissed her right here on top of everything else, she might not even be able to function properly tomorrow.

I also had things to prepare... so holding back was the right call.

Still, I could at least do this much.

Having made up my mind, I grabbed the hairpin and sat up.

Then, I gently bumped my forehead against hers.

"Hic!?"

Startled by the sudden action, she let out a loud hiccup.

Curving my lips into a smile, I said, "I found your hairpin."

We were close enough that our lips would touch if we just leaned forward.

"Hic...!"

"Shall we go now?"

"Hyeeek... Hic! Ye-es... let's go..."

"Alright."

"...Hic...! Y-You have to move your face..."

"Master."

"Y-Yes...?"

"You're cute."

"Hwaaah..."

"I look forward to being in your care."

"I-I should be the one saying... Hic...! Please take care... of me..."

Was it just my imagination, or were Chinami's eyes spinning in circles from the sudden compliment about her looks?

She looked exactly like the dizzy Momo-sama avatar she had set up on her profile the other day.

That was enough of my playful displays of affection.

Staring deeply at Chinami, I tucked a strand of hair behind her ear one last time before pulling my head back.

Then, I grabbed Chinami's bag from the backseat and stepped out of the car.