Chapter 305

Chinami had deliberately dimmed the lights, leaving the room pitch-black.

“I'm going to turn the lights up just a bit.”

“Y-yes...?”

“Just a tiny bit. Are you not covered with a towel?”

“I—I am covered, but... it’s been so long since I've had one of these heart-pounding massages, so I'm a little embarrassed...”

“Should I give you a minute to mentally prepare yourself?”

“No... Renka is waiting, so I shouldn't delay this...”

Chinami knew full well how erotic these massages were. So why didn't she seem to mind me giving one to Renka? She wasn't outright encouraging it, but she showed almost no resistance to the idea. Our threesome with Miyuki had likely helped soften her up.

Since she knew Miyuki was my first girlfriend, I couldn't rule out the possibility that she felt she had no right to complain. She might have adopted the mindset that, as the latecomer to the relationship, she just had to accept whatever happened.

I hoped she wasn't harboring such negative thoughts. If she ever showed signs of feeling that way, I would sit her down for a serious talk immediately.

“Alright. I'll start by massaging you here and there.”

“Yes...”

I turned up the lights and adjusted the towel over Chinami's exposed back. Then, I began to gently knead her shoulders.

I started at her shoulders and worked my way down her arms, her back, and even her head, slowly massaging every inch while deliberately avoiding erogenous zones like her neck and other sensitive areas. Then, “Mmm...”

A languid sigh slipped from Chinami's lips. She was already feeling it. I knew she had a highly sensitive body, but it never failed to amaze me.

Getting back on track, if I wanted to keep these unique heroines in harmony, I couldn't just settle for the status quo. I couldn't shake the feeling that I'd have to act selfishly at least once. Well, more selfishly than I already was.

As things stood, putting the strong-willed Miyuki and Renka into a threesome together would end in disaster. I had only managed to set this up because I was currently training Renka, and because Chinami was so accommodating... but trying that with Renka and Miyuki was far too risky unless I could completely reshape their tastes.

The chances of them hurting each other's feelings were incredibly high. I couldn't exactly force them into the kind of threesome kinks you'd see on NSFW social media accounts. It would be amazing if I could plant the idea naturally, but that was easier said than done.

I'd had this thought before, but maybe the free-spirited Hiyori could be the key to all this. Whatever happened, I had to keep Renka and Chinami close to each other. That was crucial now, and it would remain just as crucial later.

“Nnn...”

A drowsy breath drifted up from below me. Repeating the same simple massage motions while lost in thought had clearly started to lull her to sleep. Snapping out of my reverie, I firmly pressed down on the side of Chinami's breast, which was squished outward against the bed.

“Mmm...!”

Chinami let out a distinct moan and twitched all over. Her legs parted, and I watched the tops of her feet, poking out from beneath the towel, stretch taut.

It was about time to begin. Making my decision, I tapped lightly on her ribs, making sure she felt the deliberate touch.

“I-is it already time to flip over...?”

Chinami spoke up first, anticipating what I was about to say. I combed my fingers through her messy hair and replied.

“Yeah. I'll cover you with a modesty towel.”

“Okay...”

I grabbed a fresh towel and spread it out wide. The bed rustled, followed closely by Chinami's cautious voice.

“I'm ready...”

“Alright. I'm placing it over you now.”

“Okaay...”

Rustle.

Finding a sense of security once her front was covered, Chinami's heavy breathing settled down slightly. I chuckled to myself as I looked down at her—she was both tense and highly aroused—and spoke in a soothing tone.

“Could you spread your legs a little?”

“L-like this?”

“Yeah. Perfect.”

The best position for massaging the groin area was the frog stretch, having her bend her knees so the space between her legs formed a diamond shape. But I decided to skip it; Chinami would be too embarrassed. I could massage her well enough without it anyway.

“A-are you finally starting?”

I grabbed the bottle of massage oil resting on a small table in the corner of the room. At her question, I gave a simple nod.

“That's right.”

“Would it be better if I covered my mouth...?”

Cover her mouth? I didn't know what she meant at first, but it quickly clicked. Renka was waiting outside, and Chinami was worried her moans might be overheard.

It was a rather perverted concern, proving she knew exactly what an oil massage would do to her. Smiling gently, I tapped her collarbone.

“You can do whatever makes you comfortable.”

“Alright... I'd like it if you gave me a fresh towel, then.”

“Why a fresh towel?”

“So I can bite down on it.”

She was clearly terrified of letting a moan slip, but would biting a towel really muffle the sound enough? I was skeptical, but I decided to indulge her anyway.

I rolled up a clean towel and pressed it to Chinami's lips. She parted them and clamped down firmly on the fabric. Then, she gave me a determined nod to signal she was ready.

Her eyes were overwhelmingly resolute. It wasn't like she was about to undergo major surgery without anesthesia, but... it was still cute.

I let out a soft chuckle. Pulling the modesty towel down just enough to reveal her upper chest, I pulled her arms free, popped the cap off the massage oil, and tilted the bottle.

Drip, drip. Clear liquid fell onto her arm.

“Mmph...”

Maybe it was the strange sensation of feeling that slick liquid after so long. Chinami let out a cute, muffled hum through her nose. Her fists curled inward, and her arms went rigid.

“Are you okay?”

She answered with a simple nod. I wiped a bead of nervous sweat from her forehead with a small cloth, then finally set to work on her arms.

Rub, rub.

Placing my hands where the oil had pooled, I glided them up and down the full length of her arms in slow, sweeping motions, letting the friction build. Once the oil was thoroughly rubbed in, I transitioned to acupressure, pressing firmly down from her shoulders all the way to her wrists.

“Huummm...”

A muffled cry I had never heard in all my time knowing Chinami reached my ears. Her eyes were unfocused behind her closed lids; was she feeling relaxed? Her moans were unexpectedly arousing. Keeping something in her mouth from time to time might not be a bad idea.

I spent three minutes thoroughly working the oil into her arms before folding back the towel covering her lower half, exposing her legs all the way up to her waist.

“Hmph...?”

Chinami immediately sucked in a sharp breath. She must have been startled when I stripped the towel back without warning.

“I'm going to massage your legs now,” I murmured to reassure her.

I drizzled more oil over her thighs. Drip, drip. The thin, slippery liquid ran down the curves of her legs and dripped onto the bed. Her thighs twitched every time the cool oil made contact, and the moment my hands finally touched her skin, her toes curled up adorably.

Her legs looked a little thinner than they used to... she must have lost some weight. They still looked gorgeous, so it wasn't an issue, but it was a little... just a tiny bit disappointing. I'd have to feed her more snacks to get her back to her softer, plumper self.

Slide, slide.

Her legs offered far more surface area than her arms, and as I dragged my hands all the way from her calves up to her thighs, her knees naturally lifted the moment my fingers brushed her inner thighs.

I glanced up to check her reaction, only to find her hiding her face behind her arms. She was already getting incredibly turned on. I let my fingers trail casually up toward her groin while she kept her teeth clamped tightly on the towel.

“Mmmph...!”

That erotic, muffled squeal slipped out of her mouth, and her legs fell even wider apart. She was responding wonderfully, probably because it had been so long. That was enough of the fake massage. It was time for the real foreplay.

I climbed fully onto the bed and positioned myself between her legs. While she was still reeling from the surprise, I used my thumbs to gently caress both sides of her groin, brushing along the creases of her thighs. I made sure to angle my hands so that my fingernails barely grazed her plump labia.

“Mmph...! Hnn...”

Her reaction was instant the moment I touched such an incredibly sensitive spot. Pulling her oil-slicked arms against her chest, her leg muscles instantly tensed up.

“How is it? Are you okay?”

She shook her head fiercely from side to side at my whispered question. But contrary to her silent claim that she was not okay, her legs parted even further, spreading so wide that her ankles hung off the sides of the bed.

She was flexing and pointing her toes, completely unsure of what to do with herself. She was expressing her sheer pleasure with her entire body. I gave her thigh a gentle pat, deciding it was time to turn the intensity up a notch.

Leaning forward, I reached between the strings of her disposable paper panties. Pretending to massage her lower abdomen, I slid my hand down to her mons pubis, pressing down firmly with my fingertips.

“Mmph...!”

Her whole body twitched and bounced slightly with every press of my fingers. I could feel her skin growing softer and her body heat spiking in real time. Her body was adapting to my touch in direct proportion to her escalating pleasure.

Hot, heavy breaths escaped from her small, sharp nose. Feeling her breath tickling my hair and forehead, I gently tapped my index finger against her slit.

“Nngh...!”

Chinami's hips slowly lifted off the bed and fell back down. A slick, wet sensation spread across my fingertip. She was already dripping wet.

A reaction this intense from such a light touch... Chinami must have built up a lot of frustration, too. How should I relieve all that pent-up lust?

With that pleasant dilemma in mind, I shifted my position. At a glance, Chinami looked like she was suffering, but the truth was that she was just incredibly aroused. Slipping my arms under her back, I pulled her upper body up into a seated position. She leaned back against me powerlessly as I settled in right behind her.

Rather than trying something new, it was better to stick with what worked. I would start with my guaranteed success pattern before moving on to anything else. The classics were classics for a reason.

Tap.

Resting my chin on her soft, pale shoulder, I found a comfortable position. I pressed my cheek flush against hers, and finally, my hands went to work.