Chapter 139: Nervous

"Oh, but if you think about it, it’s not like you’re losing much, right? After all, I’m really beautiful, aren’t I?"

"T-that sounds narcissistic." (Olivia)

"Yeah, I guess so. Haha! And, you know what? You’ll gain some experience with a beautiful girl, and that way, when you get a chance with Lys, who knows—you might satisfy her so much that you can win her over."

"...That’s... will you teach me?" (Olivia)

"It’s cute. When it comes to Lys, she immediately agrees to things and throws herself into them on her own."

"Oh, of course. We’re in this together now, aren’t we? Although you’ll learn most of it through your own body, huehue~. But answer me honestly: if you didn’t like Lys, I bet I would’ve won you over at first sight, wouldn’t I? I could see your interest in your eyes right away."

"...Ugh... Whatever. Yeah, you caught my interest right away, but, honestly, you’re not really my type... (?_?) Those things are unnecessarily big." (Olivia)

She said that while staring indifferently—and even with annoyance—at my chest.

"I see, but that might change depending on what happens next. You know what I mean, right?"

"Y-y-yes. uek!" (Olivia)

"￣へ￣, did you bite your tongue?"

"...Yes /_ \." (Olivia)

"Yeah, I see where this is going. You’ll be so nervous that we won’t actually be able to get anywhere. Aaaah~."

That’s such a cliché. I bet she’ll be so nervous and stiff that she won’t even get wet. Worse yet, she’ll be so embarrassed that blood will rush to her head when I try something as simple as kissing her, and she’ll faint or something.

It’s so predictable.

"N-no, that’s not my intention. I’ll do my part... but..." (Olivia)

"Yeah, I know that’s not your intention, but your nervousness around the unknown, plus your inexperience and the fact that I’m fucking gorgeous, don’t help."

"That last part..." (Olivia)

"Yeah, that’s the most important factor, but I’m also an excellent masseuse, hehe~. Okay, let’s start with the classic first: I’ll give you a relaxing massage, and then comes the good stuff."

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"S-seriously, what kind of shady place do you and your husband actually run?" (Olivia)

"The fact that you’re asking that right now just makes it very clear how obsessed you are with Lys—at least to the point of teaming up with shady guys you don’t know much about."

"I-I know about you. Lys told me about you two; you’re just masseurs on a street corner. Besides, Instructor Zephyr tried to recruit you guys, which means you’re at least not part of some underground or dangerous organization." (Olivia)

"Huh? You took all that into account? And does Camellia know things like that?"

"Yes, she’s personally found several people from these organizations who’ve infiltrated the academy as students." (Olivia)

"Oh, that’s great! ...So why are you doubting us now?"

"Because this is basically see-through—what kind of place uses stuff like this? Nothing’s hidden, and you even asked me to take off my underwear." (Olivia)

Apparently, Livvy didn’t like that the yukata I gave her to change into was so see-through.

Right now, she was covering her breasts and crotch with her hands, and she was blushing bright red and looked very embarrassed.

"Well, yeah, but that’s the thinnest one—we have other ones that are thicker and more covering."

"Then why didn’t you give me one of those?" (Olivia)

"Why would I give you one? You know what we’re about to do, right? I only gave you something because I thought you’d be really nervous being naked."

"This isn’t any different from being naked!" (Olivia)

"Okay, I get it. Here, take this!"

"Huh? What are these?" (Olivia)

It seemed like we might get stuck here arguing if I didn’t give her something, so I gave it to her.

"They’re Band-Aids. Put one on each nipple and a few down there—that way I won’t be able to see anything, right? And you won’t have to cover up."

"You think this is a better alternative!? You’re playing dumb, aren’t you?" (Olivia)

"Hey, take it or leave it. I plan on giving you a very invasive and unethical massage. I’ve already made a concession by not letting you be naked."

"W-what happened to that whole ’having my heart’ thing? Do you think you’ll be able to do that by doing this? Because the only thing you’re definitely doing is making me think you’re an even bigger pervert than I already thought!" (Olivia)

"Yes, now it’s clear to you that I’m a huge pervert, which means you know me better—you know more about me and what I’m capable of—so your expectations of me will be so low that it gives me plenty of wiggle room."

"Ugh! You really are awful—even your actions that seem to push me away just look like an even bigger trap I can’t escape, and you say it outright because you know I have no choice but to accept your manipulation." (Olivia)

"Hey, that sounds bad when you put it that way. I’m just mentioning it because I know you’re smart enough to come to that conclusion, and it’s better to get it out of the way to avoid misunderstandings. After all, I want to win your heart."

"Hmph, keep dreaming—that’s never going to happen." (Olivia)

"Well, anyway, I don’t really expect to win your heart today. That’s something that will take time, mainly because right now you’re on the defensive, and Lys has basically already filled that spot."

"You’ll never replace her." (Olivia)

"And I’m not going to do it. My plan is to carve out my own space. Haha! So, do you want the Band-Aids or not?"

"Gnnn! Fine, give them to me!" (Olivia)

"Hmm... you know, my plan was to give you a massage to calm your nerves, but now that you’re angry, it seems like they’ve gone away. What do you say? Do you want to get down to business?"

"Hmph, you can do whatever you want; I don’t care. I-I can handle anything." (Olivia)

"Nah, forget it! Your voice trembled, and it’s already obvious that as soon as we get started, you’ll get nervous and won’t even get wet. Put on your band-aids, and I’ll give you the best massage of your life!"

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"I-I can see you’re really good at this, and I-I really feel myself relaxing, but it’s not the big deal you led me to believe it was, or what I heard from Lys. Yeah, at the end of the day, it’s just about touching the body—there’s nothing grand about it." (Olivia)

"Huh? What are you talking about all of a sudden? I haven’t really even started yet. I was just loosening up some of your muscles—they seem a little tense."

She seemed to think my massage wasn’t all that great, but right now I was just doing some preliminary work.

She was lying face down, since, as always, I like to start with the back—it has plenty of spots to explore and make the most of.

"Hmph, you’re just bluffing because your abilities are deplorable." (Olivia)

"Oh! Are you trying to provoke me or something?... That could work against you, you know?my cute Livvy. Haha! By the way, you’re a pure mage, right? Or do you have a hybrid profession?"

As I was examining her physical issues, I also noticed that her spine was slightly hunched—perhaps from spending too much time sitting, and likely due to a lack of physical activity....

I also noticed she had the same problem as my big sister Rose, so I wanted to confirm a few things.

"I’m a mage—a really dangerous one, with an eight-rank potential! And I’m already at level four! You’re the one who should be careful." (Olivia)

"Eek, how scary! Sweet Livvy wants to get violent with me. I’m so scared that, without meaning to, I might end up licking you."

"Stop with the licking—that sounds gross." (Olivia)

"Haha! We’ll see if you still think that way."

Well, as I expected, she’s in a magical profession, and her magical nervous system seems a little damaged—but only very slightly compared to Sister Rose’s.

It’s practically nothing—maybe because she’s young, or maybe she’s better than Sister Rose at preventing damage to her magical nervous system.

Honestly, after hearing what Sister Rose said about how this massage would attract a lot of attention, I promised myself I’d avoid using it as much as possible, but I think with this cutie I’m working with, it’s not a bad idea to use it.

But that’s for later.

First, I wanted to fix up her physical body a bit—the more I looked at it, the more neglected and disheveled it seemed to me.

"All right, here I go. I’d recommend gritting your teeth because this joint treatment might hurt a little."

Yes, I’d start with the areas of her spine that were the stiffest. I placed one hand on her shoulder and the other near the middle of her back.

As I stabilized her body, I mentally calculated the direction, range of motion, and force I needed to apply.

It wasn’t just a matter of pushing; I had to assess the resistance of her tissues and the response of her joints.

"Huh? What do you mean by...?" (Olivia)

Crack!

"?Kyaaaa!" (Olivia)