Chapter 120: Relaxing Time in The Bathroom [R-18]

Hayami Rina blushed faintly and said: "Kitahara-kun, you must be tired from working so hard. Let me wash you!"

Kitahara heard this and smiled. His penis gradually rose to the surface of the water. He pointed at it and said: "Then I’ll trouble Rina-nee to wash this first!"

Hayami Rina looked at it and her breath caught. She swallowed hard, her cheeks burning, but she did not look away. Her hand reached for the bottle of body wash beside the tub, squeezed a generous amount into her palm, and then wrapped her fingers around his penis. The slippery gel made her grip slide smoothly up and down, and she watched his face as she did it, her own expression shy yet pleased.

"Like this...?" she murmured.

Kitahara leaned his head back against the edge of the tub and let out a low, satisfied breath. "Mm... just like that."

Encouraged, Rina shifted closer in the water. She pressed her pair of breasts together around him, the soft, slippery flesh enveloping his penis in a warm, wet embrace. The body wash made everything glide, and she moved her body slowly, massaging him between her fruits, watching his reactions with careful, eager eyes.

Kitahara was utterly satisfied. After so many days together, Rina seemed to understand his tastes now — understood what he liked, how he liked it — and she was only getting better at pleasing him.

Every movement was more confident than the last, more attuned to what made him groan. He found himself utterly captivated, unable to look away from her.

"Rina-nee," he breathed, "you’ve gotten really good at this..."

Her blush deepened, she said, "Because... I want to make you feel good, Kitahara-kun!"

Kitahara smiled and said: "I want to satisfy Rina-nee too!"

With that, he reached out and began kneading her pair of breasts, his fingers sinking into the soft, slippery flesh. Rina let out a startled gasp, her body trembling at his touch.

"Ah... Kitahara-kun..." she breathed, her hands faltering for a moment before resuming their work. "If you do that... I won’t be able to concentrate..."

"Then don’t concentrate," he murmured, his thumbs circling her flushed tips. "Just let me take care of you!"

Her breasts were warm and heavy in his palms, slick from the water and body wash, and he squeezed them slowly, kneading them until her tips stiffened and she was panting softly. Rina’s eyes grew hazy with pleasure, her lips parting as small moans escaped her, and her movements around his penis became slower, more distracted, as she melted into his hands.

Kitahara unconsciously compared Rina’s breasts with Aso Ai’s. Although he had never had the chance to appreciate the voice actress’s huge breasts, he could guess that they were certainly no smaller than Rina-nee’s — perhaps even bigger!

Hayami Rina leaned against Kitahara’s waist with her eyes closed, her face shifting between this side and that side, her expression full of unease and lewdness. Every now and then she would place her hand on Kitahara’s hand, as if to refuse him, or as if to guide him.

In no time, Hayami Rina’s body yielded completely under Kitahara’s kneading and squeezing, her skin bare and warm beneath his hands in the water.

His large hands seemed to carry a bit of electricity, and the way they pinched her nipples made her feel a tingling sensation, causing her to moan involuntarily.

"Mmm... Ah... Kitahara-kun... Your hands are... Ah..."

As she moaned, Kitahara suddenly pinched her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. A gentle pinch sent a tingling sensation from her nipple down to her lower body, causing Hayami Rina’s body to tense and reach a small orgasm!

Hayami Rina suddenly squeezed her legs together and rubbed them back and forth. After a long while, she finally looked up at Kitahara with her eyes watery.

Kitahara looked into her eyes. "How was it? Was my massage comfortable?"

"Mmm! That feels good..." Hayami Rina nodded, paused for a moment, then suddenly pressed down on Kitahara’s hand and said, "Your technique is so good, do you often practice on other people?"

Kitahara laughed. "You know, you’re one of the few people I’ve ever pressed like this!"

"Humph!" Hayami Rina turned her head away with a little huff, lips pushed out in a pout.

Of course she was only being a little sulky—she wasn’t jealous in the slightest. Because, after all, if she couldn’t fully satisfy Kitahara-kun, and that was why he went looking elsewhere, then it only made her feel she had to try harder to please him!

However, neither of them dwelled on this issue.

After this mini-climax, Hayami Rina lay face down against the curved edge of the tub, legs spread apart, arms stretched out along the rim, warm water lapping at her sides.

Kitahara watched her for a moment, the hurried rhythm of her breathing, the way the water beaded and ran along the curve of her spine. "Your back looks tense," he said, already shifting closer. "Let me massage it for you!"

Kitahara liked her sulky look—the way her cheeks puffed up slightly, her brows drawing together, her lips pressed into a pout she couldn’t quite hold. It was like watching a storm gather in miniature: harmless, endearing, and impossible not to provoke just to see it again!

It was more like a caress than a massage; her skin was slightly warm from the bath, and the shape of her back was beautiful, water beading and running in thin lines down her spine.

Hayami Rina’s voluptuous body—skin fair, lines beautiful, and below her slender waist, two full, round buttocks rising just above the waterline. Kitahara gave them a couple of squeezes; they were round and perky, with an excellent feel!

"Hmm~" Hayami Rina made an unexpected, inexplicable sound, and her calf couldn’t help but lift upward out of the water.

As Kitahara’s large hands kneaded her back and forth, some downy black hair peeked out from beneath her buttocks. Hayami Rina’s figure was already plush and curvy, but her pubic area was even fuller, women like this were said to have very strong sex drives.

Kitahara rubbed his hard penis against her labia, then grabbed her hips and lifted her rear up, angling her just right—and immediately thrust it inside!