Makoto knelt in front of Yumiko and gently brushed away her small, delicate hand.
Yumiko obediently didn't resist.
She thought he'd just massage her stomach over her clothes.
But to her surprise, Makoto slipped his hand directly under her shirt.
In an instant, his warm palm was pressed against her smooth, flat belly.
"You…"
Yumiko's mouth fell open, about to say something, when Makoto calmly said, "This works better. Lucky for you, I'm actually pretty skilled at acupressure."
"R-Really?"
Yumiko's eyes blinked rapidly.
Although she was terribly embarrassed, the gentle pressure of his hand actually made her feel a lot better.
And it felt… more intimate.
She even secretly compared the temperature of his hand now to when she had rested her feet in his palm earlier—it didn't even come close.
It was like suddenly being given a heating pad on a cold winter day.
Soothing. Comforting.
But Yumiko still couldn't help but wonder:
He slid his hand under my shirt so naturally and directly—does that mean we're already close enough to be more than just friends?
If not, wouldn't a normal friend at least ask first?
She was still overthinking it when Makoto's voice sounded next to her ear. "Feeling better now?"
"Mhm, much better."
Yumiko nodded, cheeks still red.
Then, unable to resist, she said in a quiet, hopeful voice, "You can move your hand a little more too…"
Makoto: "If I move too much, I'm afraid you won't be able to move at all."
Yumiko blinked in confusion. "What do you mean?"
Makoto smiled. "To be honest, in terms of massage skills, I'm probably top tier among my peers."
"No way."
Yumiko's curiosity was piqued. And since she really was feeling more comfortable, the stomach pain nearly gone, she invited him: "Then do more."
"Alright."
With that, Makoto slipped into professional massage mode.
In an instant, Yumiko's body went rigid, her face flushed, long lashes trembling, her already watery eyes turning even more seductive.
She instinctively pressed her lips together, not wanting to make any embarrassing sounds.
But the feeling was just too good.
It felt like soaking in a hot spring—her whole body relaxed.
Not only did her stomach feel better, even that restless heat inside her was being soothed with every movement of his hand.
"Mmmmmm…"
Even though she clenched her teeth, Yumiko still let out a series of incoherent sounds.
Makoto teased with a smile, "Now you see why I said that, right?"
Yumiko glared at him, annoyed yet shy, but said nothing. Instead, she closed her glistening eyes and leaned back comfortably.
Her meaning was clear: That feels amazing—go harder!
Makoto thought, You said it, not me.
He had once gone harder with someone before, and that girl almost ended up meowing from the massage.
That girl was Nino.
As for Ichika, she ended up leaving behind "battle scars."
"Are you sure you want to keep going?"
Makoto kindly asked.
"Yes, keep going."
Yumiko replied without hesitation.
She opened her dewy eyes, blushing and smiling shyly at him. "I can handle it."
Makoto: "Handle what exactly?"
"About that strange sound just now, don't worry, I can totally hold it in, it won't disturb you."
Makoto immediately laughed.
I really like girls who act tough like you.
The last person who acted this tough ended up changing pants and skirts that very day.
Makoto started to apply more pressure.
Yumiko, who was originally hiding her embarrassment behind confidence, suddenly felt something was off.
!!!
I really can't hold it in!
The warm feeling from his palm was completely different from before.
If earlier Yumiko felt like she was soaking in a hot spring, now she felt like her entire body was immersed in it, with only half her face exposed, every inch of her body sending signals of comfort.
In just three seconds, the tough exterior she tried to maintain broke down; her pearly white teeth parted and she emitted a heavenly moaning sound.
The sound was melodious and charming, gently prolonged, echoing throughout the bedroom, swirling around.
Yumiko herself was startled.
Did I really moan so shamelessly?
Her remaining rationality quickly glanced at Makoto, seeing him calmly say, "That's normal."
It was a very ordinary sentence, but at a moment like this, hearing it felt like a tease to Yumiko.
But the problem was, she could no longer keep up the tough act.
The little bit of reason she had left gradually faded away with time.
At this moment, her beautiful legs in black stockings were crossed; her slippers had been kicked off at some point, her small feet unconsciously raised.
Through the thin stockings, her smooth, fair toes curled adorably, moving slightly.
Her breathing became rapid, her red lips constantly opening and closing. Her teeth tried to bite her lips to stop herself from being so embarrassed, but in the end, she couldn't.
"Mm…"
She lost control again.
This time, she didn't even have the presence of mind to observe Makoto's reaction.
Because she just couldn't take it anymore.
Really couldn't take it.
During the shoot earlier, she had already felt a surge of impulse.
And now that Makoto was pressing harder as she requested, the urge inside her grew even stronger, erupting like a volcano, uncontrollable.
The influence brought by [Nino's Gift] hadn't completely faded away, and now it added to this new impulse.
With this strong agitation, she stared intensely at Makoto's face with her glazed eyes.
She was still making one last effort to endure.
Just then, a phone rang.
It was Makoto's phone.
The screen displayed the contact name "Ichika."
The sudden ringtone was like a fuse detonating her reason. Yumiko suddenly pressed down on Makoto's hand.
She wasn't stopping him from continuing to massage her, but from answering the call.
The next second, she lowered her head and forcefully kissed him with eyes full of charm.
Forget it, I'm going all out!
The girl thought impulsively.
The prize pool that had been accumulating finally paid out.
At this moment, the phone kept ringing.
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