Chapter 178

"...L-Like this...?"

"Yes. Just lie down and relax."

Reassuring Chinami with a gentle smile, I lightly grazed my fingernails over her upper thigh where it met her groin.

Instantly—

"Hih!"

Chinami sucked in a sharp breath and buried her face back into the pillow.

Her reaction was so intense that her calves lifted off the bed.

Seeing all five of her toes curled tight, I poked my index finger against the sole of her foot, which had gone pale from the blood draining away.

"Nwaah!? Junior...! I'd really appreciate it if you didn't do that...!!"

Watching Chinami writhe as she frantically tried to stop me, I wordlessly continued giving her pleasure.

A good while passed with me teasing only her lower body. "Huu... Huuuu..."

Her breathing had turned completely ragged as she blew hot air into the pillow.

It was clear proof of how aroused she was. Even her skin had grown warm and soft from the rise in body temperature.

Deciding that was enough, I gave a light stroke to Chinami's buttocks as she took my touch with her legs clamped tight, and then—

"Hih..."

Taking advantage of the brief, pleasure-laced whimper that escaped her lips, I lightly tapped her waist.

"Let's change positions."

"Ah... A-Already...? You haven't even applied any oil yet...?"

"I'll apply it after we switch. Don't worry."

"Nn... Is that so...? Okay, then... Should I turn over onto my back...?"

"No. Just stay still and I'll take care of it."

"Okaay..."

Helping Chinami sit up as she nodded weakly, I took a moment to tidy her disheveled hair.

Then I guided her to the edge of the bed and sat down with my legs parted. I nestled her into the small space between my thighs and wrapped my arms around her waist.

It was a rather awkward, unusual position for a massage.

Shivering at the position, Chinami spoke in a trembling voice.

"J-Junior... This really doesn't feel like a massage..."

I feel like she asked this same thing last time.

Is this deja vu?

Without answering, I rested my chin on Chinami's shoulder and stared intently at her.

Her already bright red face flushed even deeper as she shyly bowed her head.

Right in front of where we were sitting stood a mirror.

A full-length mirror positioned so she could clearly see everything happening to her body.

I intended to use it to drive up Chinami's arousal even faster.

For someone who could barely look at me during moments like this, watching her own transformation alongside my expressions would thoroughly feed her sexual curiosity.

"I'm thinking of trying a new kind of massage."

"A n-new massage...?"

"Yes. Just a moment..."

Soothing Chinami's nerves with a gentle voice, I picked up the oil bottle beside us and raised it to the level of her chest.

"Ah...?"

Taking advantage of the moment she noticed the mirror, I popped the cap off right in plain view.

Watching this unfold, Chinami let out a soft gulp.

When I rested a hand lightly against her upper chest, I could feel her heart thumping at a frantic pace.

Proof that my plan was working.

"Here we go."

I whispered this near the ear of Chinami, whose wide eyes were fixed on my face in the mirror.

"Huu...?"

As she trembled faintly from the strange sensation, I patted her abdomen softly, gently tugged on her robe's tie, and slowly tilted the bottle.

Chinami's fair skin showed through the opening of the parted robe.

As I let droplets of oil trickle between the gentle mounds of her breasts—

Drip.

The faint, distinct sound of the oil hitting her skin brushed past our ears.

Chinami must have heard it too, because her already flustered expression crumbled even further.

"Um... J-Junior..."

"Yes?"

"Do we really have to do the massage sitting like this...?"

"Yes."

"O-Okay..."

Accepting the answer with an utterly unconvinced look, Chinami pressed her lips firmly together.

But that only lasted a moment. Tilting her head with eyes full of bashfulness and innocence, she asked again.

"Why, though...? It must be uncomfortable for you to massage me like this..."

"Not uncomfortable at all."

"Ah... I see... S-Still, it'd probably be better if you didn't look in the mirror..."

"Why?"

"M-Making eye contact makes me feel so strange... Ah...! It tickles..."

Chinami scrambled to wipe away the oil that had seeped between her breasts and dripped down toward her navel.

Realizing her palms were completely slick, she glanced nervously at me and quickly tucked her hands between her legs—a sight so adorable it almost brought a fatherly smile to my face.

Spreading the oil across Chinami's stomach, I brought my lips right up to hers as she sat angled slightly toward me.

I didn't press in for an outright kiss.

I simply hovered so close that the slightest nudge would bring our lips together.

"Eh...?"

Chinami's eyes went wide, and she pulled her head back so sharply that a small fold appeared under her chin.

"J-Junior...!! You can't do that...!"

She lightly tapped my thigh in protest.

It felt just like she was disciplining a seven-year-old caught making mischief.

"Why not?"

"What do you mean, why... You promised not to do things like th—"

Peck.

The scolding expression on Chinami's face went completely blank.

It happened the instant I stole a surprise kiss from her lips.

"Mwaaah..."

A drawn-out whimper followed immediately from Chinami.

Her head was spinning. Seeing a reaction like that for the first time made me want to bite her out of pure affection.

Unable to resist the impulse, I pulled Chinami's robe down past her shoulders and gently nipped at her flesh.

Tracing up the line of her shoulder to her neck, I left flushed red marks along her skin, making soft sucking sounds along the way.

"N-No...!"

Ignoring her protests as her cooled arousal flared back up and tied her tongue in knots, I kept at it for a while.

"Ghh...!"

Gritting her teeth, she placed a hand against my forehead to push me away, then struggled to speak as she looked at me.

"A m-mean person like you, Junior, deserves a punishment... You need to be punished..."

"What kind of punishment are you planning to give me?"

"Kh...! Pretending like nothing's happening won't w-work...!"

"Is that so?"

"Yes...! That's... Haaa..."

When my hands caressed the ribs beside her breasts, she trailed off mid-sentence, letting out a dazed moan.

To top it off, she buried herself even deeper into my embrace.

At this rate, it seemed like her entire body was one giant erogenous zone, not just the nape of her neck.

"What did you say?"

"P-Pretending... Heek...!"

"Hm? Say that again."

"Liar... You're a big liar, Junior...!"

"That's not what you were trying to say, was it?"

"Huu... Liar..."

Why did the way she called me a liar sound so overwhelmingly cute?

Her breathy, pleasure-shortened voice naturally carried a sweet coquettishness, and blending that with her already adorable way of speaking made it impossible to resist.

Seeing Chinami's abdomen and chest thoroughly slicked with oil, I poked the shoulder of the still-dazed girl.

Then I pointed toward the mirror.

"Want to take a look over there?"

"Yes...?"

"Look. You're so pretty."

At those words, Chinami's unfocused eyes drifted toward the mirror.

Her chest swelling with every ragged breath she drew.

Her disheveled bangs clinging to her forehead with sweat, and the flush blooming across her cheeks.

Even to her own eyes, it had to look incredibly lewd.

"Ah...! I don't want to..."

"What don't you want?"

"I t-told you not to stare...!"

"But I want to look. Can't I?"

"....."

"Let me look."

I soothed Chinami while tickling her waist. "...Ah...! Ah..."

As she let out a succession of short whimpers, riding the waves of pleasure, I tugged downward on her fluffy robe.

The robe glided smoothly off and fell to the floor.

At the same time, Chinami's lovely bare body was exposed, her private areas barely shielded by disposable underwear.

"J-Junior...! Pick it... pick it back up..."

"I like you."

"Nwaah...! You can't say things like that...!"

"I really like you."

Did the soft whispering in her ear feel good?

"Mmh...!"

Biting her lower lip, Chinami allowed a tiny gap to form between her tightly clamped thighs.

Slipping my hand inside, I patted her inner thigh and spoke.

"Can you relax your legs?"

"L-Like this...?"

"Good girl. Look at me."

Chinami turned her head toward me obediently.

Her expression was on the verge of melting completely. She clearly wasn't in any state to make sound judgments.

Seizing the moment, I slid my tongue between Chinami's lips.

Then I gently stroked the heated interior of her mouth with the tip.

"Eheck...!"

Her shoulders hitched, but she didn't call me mean like before.

Whether her reluctance had faded or she had simply resolved to surrender to the pleasure was something only Chinami knew, but...

She completely accepted my tongue as it swept over her teeth and gums.

How long did that go on?

Shivering to the rhythm of my tongue, Chinami parted her clenched teeth, and her tongue peeked out from within to meet the tip of mine.

"Hamup...! Mhhu..."

Panting hot breath through her nose, she moved her tongue to entwine with mine, showing surprisingly little awkwardness—as if she instinctively knew what to do.

Come to think of it, was this the first time Chinami had taken the initiative in our intimacy?

It made me happy. And proud of her.

I had intended to wrap things up quickly, but I changed my mind.

Let's take it further. Until Chinami is completely overwhelmed with desire.

Sharing a deep, wet kiss with a newly assertive Chinami, I continued caressing her sensitive spots, taking the foreplay further and further.

"Haa... Haah...!"

Her intermittently twitching body, her ragged panting, and the murky, translucent fluid dripping from between her thighs.

Touching the thick, slippery wetness with my hand, I knew Chinami was fully ripe.

In truth, I had been certain of it for a while.

Chinami's expression had utterly melted.

Anyone looking at her could tell: she was experiencing an extraordinary orgasm.