Chapter 164

Foreplay in the Guise of a Massage

[Come in.]

Fully prepared and waiting quietly in the massage room, I opened the door when Chinami's message arrived.

"Ahem..."

Chinami was sitting on the edge of the bed, clearing her throat.

She still seemed embarrassed about our run-in before her shower.

Looks like she tied the belt properly this time. The robe isn't slipping.

Act natural.

"Did you have a good shower?"

"Yes..."

"How was the water temperature? Was it okay?"

"It was nice and warm..."

Seeing Chinami rub her hands together between her tightly squeezed thighs, I gave her a gentle smile and turned the wall dimmer to the left.

The orange light slowly dimmed.

Once I lowered the brightness until we could barely see past our own noses, I spoke.

"Ready to lie face down?"

"O-okay..."

Answering shyly, Chinami lay on her stomach.

Resting my knee between her parted legs, I reached past her slender waist and grabbed the robe's belt.

"I'm going to untie this."

"Huh...? Are you starting the oil massage right away?"

"I need to loosen up your muscles first."

"Then why are you already..."

"It's easier to massage bare skin."

"Ah... aren't you going to use a modesty towel...?"

"I'll use it when you turn over."

"Ah, okay... Hup—!"

Chinami gasped, tensing her stomach.

My hand had brushed her belly, making her suck it in on instinct.

Chuckling at her cute reaction, I gripped the belt of her robe and pulled.

With a soft slip, the knot came undone.

I grabbed the hem of the robe and slowly pulled it to the side, letting the soft fabric trail across her back.

"Haa..."

Chinami let out a breath, lifting one leg slightly before lowering it.

Proof that my approach was working. She had to be feeling a little turned on.

"Junior... the room is a bit cold..."

I smiled at her grumbling as she hugged her pillow tight.

"It'll get hotter later. Just bear with it for a bit."

"Okay..."

"I'll start now."

With that, I draped a towel over Chinami's rear, placed my hands on her calves, and gently stroked up and down.

Was she startled to be touched after so long?

Chinami flinched.

She tensed hard, making her calves firm up, but it only lasted a moment.

She soon parted her legs a little wider and relaxed.

Whether because she'd just come out of the shower or because tension had heated her up, Chinami's body was incredibly warm.

As a bonus, her flesh was so soft that kneading it felt amazing.

It was like freshly made mochi.

"Mmn..."

I continued massaging her in silence until a soft, languid sigh slipped from her lips. Then, I rested my hands on the towel covering her rear.

"Ah...?"

She jumped and turned her head, but given my history of touching her there, she didn't put up much of a fuss.

I had a feeling things were going to go smoothly.

Pressing firmly into her plump bottom with both hands, I asked, "How's the pressure?"

"...It's good..."

She buried her face deeper into the pillow in her arms.

She seemed to be feeling shy.

She looks a little flushed, too... I should touch her now.

Having made up my mind, I slipped a hand under the towel.

Slide.

My fingers slipped beneath the fluffy fabric.

The moment my fingertips brushed her bare skin, she gasped. "Nnh..."

Chinami's relaxed toes curled tight, wrinkling her adorable soles.

As I began to gently stroke her bottom, she crossed her big toes over her second toes as if trying to endure the ticklish sensation.

"Mmn... Juniooor..."

"Yes."

"This isn't a massage... um... N-never mind..."

She was probably about to say, "This isn't a massage, is it?"

If she isn't stopping me and asking what I'm doing like she did in the club room, she must be enjoying it.

Or maybe she's just intoxicated by the inexplicably erotic mood filling the room.

"Are you uncomfortable anywhere?"

"...Like what...?"

"Right here. It feels a bit tight."

Her panties were practically getting swallowed by her butt.

I hooked my thumb under the hem on one side and pulled it up, making her shoulders jolt.

"Ah...!"

"Shall I fix it for you?"

"N-no...! I'm fine...! It doesn't bother me..!"

As she frantically shook her head, I felt her buttocks tense and harden under my hands.

Even so, they were still incredibly soft.

I lightly tapped her pelvis. "I'll put the modesty towel on you now, so turn over."

"Huh...? Already...?"

"Yes."

"O-okay..."

Answering in a bashful voice, Chinami buried her face deep in the bedsheets.

Smirking, I licked my lips, moved to her side, and spread the towel covering her back wide open.

*

Looking at the towel forming two distinct peaks over her breasts, I wanted to skip foreplay entirely.

I felt a burning urge to rip the towel away and slide my cock between them.

That was how erotic Chinami's body was.

Even the way she looked up at me with hazy eyes was so sexy I struggled to hold back the lust flooding my mind.

Even when she didn't try, even when she just lay there, she oozed sex appeal. Now I understood why they said pink was a lewd color.

"Junior... why are you just standing there...?"

Snapping back to reality at the slight tremor in her voice, I picked up the oil bottle.

The bottle I'd brought this time was much larger than the usual.

It was practically a bulk size.

Opening the heavy bottle, I started pouring it directly over the towel covering Chinami's front.

"Huh...? What are you doing...?"

Chinami tilted her head in confusion.

She clearly didn't understand why I was soaking the towel instead of applying it to her skin.

Resting my palm lightly just below her breasts, I answered.

"I'm letting it soak into the towel."

"Why...?"

"Before I apply it directly, I plan to use the wet towel to coat Master's entire body with oil."

"Umm... will that make a difference...?"

When an oil-soaked towel clings to your body, it looks incredibly erotic.

And it'll feel great when I get on top of you later, too.

"I wonder."

"Aha..."

Nodding with an utterly unconvinced expression, Chinami quietly watched what I was doing.

I had been drizzling the oil a little at a time, but then I took the cap off entirely, flipped the bottle, and drenched the brown towel.

Seeing the heavy, oil-logged towel cling tight to her curves, I nodded in deep satisfaction.

"I'll start now."

"O-okay..."

I carefully pressed down on Chinami's knees—which she had bent at some point—to straighten her legs. The first place I touched was her stomach.

Slipping my hand under the towel clinging to her side, I rubbed her slick belly in wide, continuous circles.

"Nnh..."

Letting out a short moan, Chinami squeezed her thighs together while her calves splayed outward.

Her tiny hands clenched the bedsheets tight, and I could see her eyes growing even hazier.

She looked as if she was already feeling the pleasure.

With a smirk, I rhythmically pressed down just below her navel and asked in a gentle voice, "Are you comfortable?"

"...Y-yes..."

"How does it feel? Does it feel good?"

"Nnn... it's good..."

Her knees were starting to bend upward again.

Judging that it was time to get to the real work, I turned my hand sideways and slid the edge of my palm past her lower abdomen and down into the V-shape of her groin.

"Hngh...?"

Chinami, whose breathing had grown ragged, lifted her head.

Seeing my hand sliding smoothly back and forth between her thighs, she swallowed hard.

"J-Junior... is this a massage too...?"

"That's right. Could you spread your legs a little? It's hard to massage you like this."

"L-like this...?"

"You're too tense right now. Just a bit more."

"Is... is this enough...?"

"More, please."

Hesitantly, her legs parted to the sides, as if testing the waters.

I coaxed her patiently until I felt the outer edge of my hand slip snugly against her groin, then gave her a warm smile.

"Perfect. Thank you."

"Mmn... this feels weird..."

"Does it feel uncomfortably weird?"

"N-no, not like that... Hiyah...!"

Chinami's lower back arched sharply off the bed.

My hand, sliding like a snake past her groin, had lightly brushed her labia.

Pretending not to notice her reaction, I thrust my hand deeper.

My thick wrist pressed deep beneath the towel, grinding against her groin.

The pressure on her flesh was heavy, but thanks to the slick coating of oil, it wouldn't be painful.

"Haa... huu..."

As if proving my thoughts, Chinami merely panted with heavy, ragged breaths, offering no resistance.

It was proof she was welcoming my touch.

I had been worried she might feel repulsed, so this was a relief.

Breathing a secret sigh of relief, I turned up the intensity.

My hand slid past her groin and buried itself in the gap between her thighs.

Curling my fingers, I gently scratched at the center of the disposable panties she was wearing.

"Hah...!"

Just as Chinami threw her head back with a short moan, I pulled my arm back, stealthily grazing her crotch as my hand retreated.

When her breathing grew erratic, I rested my hand against her mons pubis, giving her a brief moment to recover.

"Haa... hah..."

When Chinami let her tongue loll out slightly, panting like a puppy, I repeated the motion all over again.

With endless patience, I continued caressing her under the guise of a massage.

For a very, very long time, until Chinami's body writhed, completely overcome by pleasure.