Chapter 123: Massaging Rena-chan (2)

Rena-chan wore a tight-fitting white sleeveless vest that accentuated her full breasts, which were beautifully shaped. Below, she wore a white long skirt with blue floral print, a simple yet elegant look that exuded sophistication.

Kitahara placed Rena-chan on the rattan chair and sat beside her. His right hand slipped under the hem of her vest, gently kneading her lower abdomen as he asked with concern, “You said your stomach wasn’t feeling well yesterday. Are you feeling any better today?”

“Much better, Kitahara-san…” Rena-chan gently placed her hand on his hand and looked at him with a smile.

“It’s best to consolidate it,” Kitahara said, and began kneading again.

“Hmm…” The moment Kitahara used the “Enchanting Finger”, Rena-chan groaned, feeling as if a slight electric current was flowing from his palm, making her feel incredibly comfortable.

This skill not only makes people feel comfortable but also harmonizes Yin and Yang and increases the body’s immunity!

“Judging from your voice, you should be alright now.” Kitahara smiled, pressed on her lower abdomen for a while, and then couldn’t help but roll up her vest and reach his hands up.

“Ah!” Rena-chan exclaimed, pressing her hands against him and saying, “Don’t move around, Kitahara-san… it tickles.”

“Itchy?” Kitahara laughed, “Your reaction reminds me of when I was little. My mom and sister would always tease me like this, saying they were going to count my ribs. How about I count them for you too?”

“No… Ah… Hahaha…”

Rena-chan’s refusal was of course not a reason for Kitahara to stop. His nimble fingers slowly crawled up her ticklish spots, making her laugh until she was weak all over and even tears streamed down her face.

The fingers moved upwards along her ribs, one by one, like climbing stairs, and were finally pressed down by Rena-chan just as they were about to touch her sensitive spot.

“Ah…” Rena-chan gasped, tears glistening in her eyes like diamonds in the dim light.

Sensing Rena-chan’s panic, Kitahara said, “How about I give you a massage on your back first?”

Rena-chan did not answer, but simply turned over in the rattan chair, turning her back to Kitahara.

Kitahara’s hands reached behind her back and began to stroke her smooth back. Soon, the small sleeveless vest was slowly rolled up, revealing a large expanse of her snow-white skin.

With a “snap!”, Kitahara untied the straps of her bra at the back and separated them on both sides.

Rena-chan’s body tensed slightly, then relaxed again. Her beautifully shaped, inverted triangle back was completely unobstructed by Kitahara’s hands.

Her milky skin was as smooth and delicate as if it had been coated with oil, with a touch of warmth that made Kitahara’s large hands wander over it, unwilling to miss an inch.

As Kitahara moved, Rena-chan’s breathing gradually became heavier.

After lingering on her beautiful back for a while, Kitahara couldn’t resist touching slightly her breasts from behind.

The way she was lying face down pressed Rena-chan’s ample breasts into a flat, pancake shape, with clear traces of the deformity around them. This position even made Kitahara envious of the wicker chair she was pressing down on.

She couldn’t help but close her eyes, tilt her head back slightly, and a captivated expression appeared on her face as she began to enjoy it fully.

Seeing this, Kitahara massaged even more vigorously.

Mm, he had energy to spare anyway — like a young bull.

“Mmm~”

Perhaps it really was too comfortable — Rena-chan’s delicate body trembled slightly, and unconsciously a soft moan escaped from deep in her throat.

And with this muffled hum, the faint scent of her hair and her captivating body fragrance flowed into Kitahara’s nose like a tide.

That fragrance was subtle and elusive, yet it seeped in thread by thread, lingering in Kitahara’s heart, making him feel utterly intoxicated.

At this moment, Kitahara only felt his heartbeat quicken a little.

His gaze involuntarily fell on Rena-chan’s beautiful face.

Looking at her cheeks slightly flushed from comfort, and those gently trembling eyelashes, his heart was somewhat stirred…

The atmosphere in the room seemed to be shrouded in a layer of faint ambiguity, appearing especially charming.

The room was quiet, and neither of them said a word.

Only the pattering rain outside the window, like a gentle serenade, tapped against the windowsill with crisp, pleasant sounds.

Hayami Rena was comfortably enjoying the massage service from Kitahara Chiki’s gentle, large hands.

She had her eyes slightly closed, but her long eyelashes fluttered gently from time to time like butterfly wings, as if telling of the restless waves in her heart.

Her fair, delicate cheeks had at some point been tinged with a faint blush, tempting like a ripe apple, making one wonder what she was thinking at this moment.

And Kitahara was fully focused on continuing the movements of his hands.

Having just finished massaging Hayami Rena’s shoulders, his palms had slowly moved to her slender, soft waist, gently kneading.

With every press and rub of his fingers, Rena’s body would involuntarily tremble slightly, and this subtle reaction filled the air of the entire room with a sweet atmosphere.

…

“Knock knock~ Kitahara-kun, Little Sister, take a break and have some coffee to refresh yourselves! Huh? What are you two doing…?”

The door was knocked twice, then opened, and Hayami Rina came in carrying a tea tray.

Seeing the situation in the room, she was somewhat surprised.

This wasn’t what she had imagined?

Weren’t they supposed to be respecting each other and creating their own works?

How did hands get involved?

Kitahara-kun’s efficiency is really high!

“Ah! Big Sister, my back hurts a little and Kitahara-kun was massaging it for me — there’s nothing else going on, Big Sister, please don’t misunderstand!”

Seeing her sister come in, Rena-chan bounced up from the small bed in the study with a “spring.”

Her movement was so fast that she almost lost her balance and fell.

After steadying herself, Rena-chan’s face instantly flushed bright red, like a ripe apple.

Her beautiful big eyes blinked frantically, her gaze wandering, not daring to meet her sister’s eyes at all — just like a child who had done something wrong and was afraid of being scolded.

“Huh? Rena-chan, why are you so nervous? What could I misunderstand? You two can just continue — isn’t it just a normal massage?”

Hayami Rina said with a smile.

“Yeah, Rena-chan, why did you suddenly get up? I wasn’t finished yet?” Kitahara also said, surprised.

“Uh…”

Rena-chan looked at her sister and found her expression normal — indeed not a trace of anger or displeasure.

And even somewhat abnormally… happy.

Then she looked at Kitahara Chiki, who was also completely calm and composed — so upright it was almost wicked.

Only she herself was the abnormal one.

But clearly her reaction was the normal one, wasn’t it?

She was somewhat confused?

What was wrong with this world?

Had it gone mad?

“Um… I won’t continue the massage. I’m already much better. Thank you, Kitahara-kun, for solving a big problem for me. I… let me have some coffee first.”

Rena-chan said somewhat incoherently.

She really did need some coffee to calm down.

Seeing this, Kitahara didn’t insist, and also took a cup of coffee that Hayami Rina had brought and began drinking.

“Kitahara-kun, a dance teacher will be coming to the house later to give lessons. There might be some noise, but it won’t be very loud — please bear with it.”

Hayami Rina came to Kitahara’s side and said apologetically.

“Belly dance? Why is she coming to the house?” Kitahara asked.

“Yes, it’s raining today, isn’t it? I didn’t want to go out, and I was originally thinking of asking for leave from the dance class I had scheduled. I just called, and the teacher said she could come to the house to teach — I thought that was fine, so I agreed.”

Hayami Rina explained somewhat embarrassedly.

She had just taken a nap, and after waking up felt a bit lazy and didn’t want to go out.

When she called, the other side said they could come to the house, and she was somewhat tempted — practicing dance and sweating a bit would be good, and after finishing she could go pick up Aya from school.

So she agreed.

It’s just that dance must be practiced with music, which would produce some noise and affect Kitahara-kun’s creative work…

She had already thought it through — she would turn the music volume to the minimum.

“That’s fine! Practicing at home is no problem — don’t worry about disturbing me. You can practice at home from now on too. By the way, have Rena-chan practice with you!”

Kitahara was very understanding and considerate!