Chapter 177

"Huh."

She had been smiling brightly, thinking it was a joke, but her expression instantly hardened.

Seeing the countless X marks covering my test paper, she slightly wrinkled her nose.

"Why...? Haven't you been reviewing lately...?"

"I haven't."

"Why are you saying that like it's the most natural thing in the world...?"

"I have no excuse."

I really was an idiot. I always forgot what I learned right away.

Seemingly shocked into silence by my score, Miyuki glanced sideways at Tetsuya, who was looking just as troubled as I was.

"What about you, Tetsuya?"

"Me...? Well, I'm..."

Judging by the way he trailed off, that bastard had definitely gotten a terrible score, too.

"This won't do for either of you... You're in big trouble..."

Miyuki murmured, shaking her head.

I had a feeling she was going to use this as an excuse to hold special tutoring sessions at my house.

Would she invite Tetsuya, too? If she did, I'd just have to do those kinds of things with Miyuki under the kotatsu I'd set up.

I'd need to bring in an air purifier, too. It would feel awful having that bastard's filthy breath lingering in my room.

Having carefully smoothed out every crease in the Training Uniform pants, Chinami stood on her tiptoes to hang them on the clothesline.

I quietly slipped into the Drying Room and closed the door, calling out to Chinami from behind as she hummed a tune, enjoying the chore like a newlywed bride.

"Master."

"Junior! You're here!"

She turned her head and gave me a radiant smile. Her smile was incredibly beautiful.

It was enough to make the inside of the Drying Room, filled with chilly dampness from the wet laundry, instantly feel warm.

Feeling my heart soften, I walked up to Chinami and asked.

"Why are you doing this all by yourself? We could have worked on it together."

"I have to get it done early so we can start our special training. The tournament is coming up, after all."

"I see. Have you thought about that thing from yesterday?"

At those words, Chinami's innocent expression instantly flushed with embarrassment.

"Ah... Are you talking about the massage...?"

"Yeah."

"Hmm..."

She cleared her throat and held back her words, but her expression gave away her answer.

Studying Chinami's face, I offered a gentle smile. I reached out, took one of her fidgeting hands, and lifted it to my chest.

I turned her palm to face upward and carefully massaged each of her fingers.

"Ngh..."

Chinami squirmed, clearly enjoying the sensation.

Gazing warmly at the bashful girl, I spoke.

"You're going to let me, right?"

"...Yes... Ah, my body has been feeling a bit stiff anyway..."

"Is that right? Where does it hurt?"

"My shoulders... and my b-back..."

"I'll just have to loosen you up, then. Right?"

"Y-yes..."

The breezy atmosphere between us rapidly grew heated.

I continued massaging Chinami's hand for a moment, fueling the escalating tension, before...

Slip.

I gently rested my hand on her plump ass, lightly patting the spot where it met her waist.

"You're a little tense right here, too."

"Wh-what...? Am I...? It feels perfectly fine to me..."

"No. It's tense."

"N-no way... That's terrible..."

"I'll massage it out for you."

I tightened my grip on the small of Chinami's back and pulled her against me.

Our bodies pressed together flush, leaving not even a sliver of space between us.

Practically wrapping my arms around her waist, I began to knead the underside of her ass and her thighs.

"Hah... Junior... Don't you think we're a little too close...?"

Chinami whispered, resting her forehead snugly against my chest.

Feeling her body tremble against mine, I reassured her that everything was fine and continued the massage.

I needed to make sure her lower half was thoroughly limbered up—both before we went to the Hotel, and after we arrived.

That way, she wouldn't struggle as much when I lifted her up to fuck her.

Why did her pale, long thighs peeking out from under her uniform skirt turn me on so much?

I wanted to make her put on a pair of torn stockings and rub my cock with them.

What was wrong with me today? Maybe my lust was just going into overdrive at the thought of the major event I had planned with Chinami later.

I stared at Renka's back as she stood rigidly, looking down at her Cell Phone. The moment she turned around, I quickly swapped my expression.

"Hello, President."

"...Why are you greeting me again?"

"Because we crossed paths."

"I don't mind it. Greet me every time you see me from now on."

"Doing it once is enough."

"You practice Kendo, too. It's only proper to show respect whenever you see a superior. You used to bow to me consistently in the past."

"It feels like you're holding me to a stricter standard than everyone else. But I suppose I should thank you for still considering me a Kendo practitioner?"

"Now that you know, keep doing it."

"I'll think about it."

Answering playfully, I casually strolled up to Renka's side.

Renka's shoulders stiffened slightly as she spoke.

"Could you step back a little...?"

"Why? Does it bother you?"

"It's not that, but you're too close...!"

"Did you send your nephew that gift?"

"...I sent it."

"Good job. What did he say?"

"Wh-what do you mean, what did he say...? He just said thank you..."

"His aunt went out of her way and waited in a long line to buy him merch, and a simple 'thank you' was all he said?"

"Well, he's... he's just never been very good at expressing his feelings..."

"He takes after the President, then."

"He does not take after me..."

Renka grumbled, turning her back to me.

It seemed lying was too difficult for her.

Chuckling to myself, I shifted back over to Renka's side. She frowned and immediately faced the other way.

When I stepped to her side again, she turned her body. When I moved to her side yet again, she pivoted away once more...

We kept up this ridiculous dance—one that would have made anyone watching wonder what the hell we were doing—until Chinami finally opened the door and stepped out in her fresh clothes.

"...What are you two doing?"

Chinami asked, giving us a bewildered look.

Renka shot me a glare and replied.

"It's nothing. Are you done changing?"

"Yes."

"Then let's go. I'm starving."

"Okay. Then, Junior... I'll see you later."

Renka flinched as Chinami politely bowed her head to me.

"Later...? Are you two meeting up?"

"Yes. We agreed to meet up after I finish hanging out with my close friend."

"You didn't mention anything like that to me."

"We just made the plans."

"Is that right...?"

Renka looked back and forth between the two of us, anxiety swimming in her eyes.

She opened and closed her mouth a few times, looking like she had a million things to say. But when Chinami grabbed her arm, she allowed herself to be dragged away, throwing one last glance over her shoulder at me.

Anxious, aren't you? I knew she wanted to interject but was holding back, worried she'd come off as too nosy.

Good. It wouldn't be right to act out of line.

Simply letting your imagination run wild about what Chinami and I are doing is the proper mindset for a slave like you.

Late into the evening, long after the sun had set.

After lazing around at home, I drove over to her apartment building at the appointed time to pick Chinami up.

I spotted her waiting for me in front of the building's main entrance, dressed in casual clothes.

She was even wearing a scarf today.

With her face flushed red from the cold wind and buried snugly into the scarf, the sight of her watching my car pull up was unbearably cute.

Could anyone possibly dislike a girl like Chinami? I seriously doubted it.

I pulled the car up to the entrance, and when Chinami hurried over with quick, short steps and opened the passenger door, I greeted her with a bright smile.

"Did you have fun hanging out with the President?"

"I did...! We grabbed dinner, then stopped by a boutique and bought a bunch of winter clothes."

"Is that scarf one of the things you bought? It's my first time seeing it."

"Ah, no, I already had this one."

I figured as much.

A strong, sweet scent of peaches was wafting from the fabric.

I chuckled, watching Chinami cup her hands over her mouth and blow warm air into them, before shifting the car into drive and pulling away.

Arriving at the Hotel shortly after, we stepped out together, crossed the lobby, and picked up our keycard.

Chinami, who had been chatting non-stop on the ride over, had suddenly gone completely quiet.

Seeing how she didn't know where to look, it was obvious she was nervous, her mind likely flashing back to the incident from last time.

"Shall we go up?"

"Ah, yes..."

She stuck closely to my back, matching her footsteps to mine.

She looked like a terrified puppy that had just run into a huge dog, pressing itself behind its owner for safety.

Leading Chinami into our room, I watched her awkwardly swing her arms side to side, idly tapping her own hips.

"You said you already showered, right?"

"I did. But wouldn't it be better if I took another one...? The wind outside was freezing, so my skin is all stiff right now..."

"The massage will take care of that. Do you want to go ahead and change?"

"Uh... Should I, then...?"

"Yeah, go ahead."

"...Then you need to wait in the other room..."

"Understood. I'll get things set up, so just text me when you're done."

"O-okay..."

Leaving Chinami completely in her bashful little world, I retreated to the massage room, grabbed a few towels, and waited for her message.

Not long after, my Cell Phone buzzed.

Receiving Chinami's text that she was ready, I opened the door and walked over to where she was lying face down on the bed, wearing only a robe.

I immediately reached out, slowly stroking her pale, smooth legs up and down.

"Nh-hik...!"

Chinami let out a short giggle.

Her toes instinctively curled tight before relaxing again; the sensation of my hands brushing lightly across her skin must have tickled.

"Juniooor... did you get the oil ready...?"

Chinami's muffled voice drifted up from the pillow she had completely buried her face into.

Slipping my hand under her robe to grasp her plump ass, I gave my reply.

"Of course. Your skin is cold."

"Th-that's exactly why I said I wanted to shower first..."

"I meant it's a good thing."

"...Ah... I see... Mh-hya!?"

Mid-response, Chinami suddenly jerked her hips up before dropping them back down.

It was because the hand I'd been using to massage her ass had sneakily slid right between her legs.

Lifting her head slightly from the pillow, she glanced back at me over her shoulder and spoke.

"Y-you're really just giving me a massage, right...?"

"Just relax."

Did it sound too suspicious, the way I dodged the question?

Blinking at me with obvious doubt, she eventually let out a breath and relaxed her body completely.