“Fufu. Hakua-san, you were really tired, weren’t you?”
” “…………” “
And the Sumie siblings were frozen in horror while watching it.
What came to Izumi’s mind was a scene from the Literature Club two months ago. The supreme “feather touch” unleashed back then under the guise of “a signal that it’s okay to turn the page of the paperback”… that sensation had definitely not been an adolescent delusion created by the situation.
In terms of situation alone, it was just a massage from a club student. However, that technique was like a “poison hand” where one touch meant the end. Is she a martial artist who made a living as an assassin?
Witnessing her master’s unseemly state, this time Meina raised her hand excitedly.
“Nanao-san, me too please~♡”
“Sure~♪”
As expected of one whoblessed by “Wisdom.” She seemed like one who wouldn’t mind this kind of humiliation at all.
Lying down on the sofa just like Hakua before her, Nanao slowly pressed both hands onto her back. She loosened the shoulders with leisurely movements.
Meina trembled and let out an ecstatic voice.
“Kuhaa~… this is effective~♡”
“Fufu. Both Meina-chan and Hakua-san have really stiff shoulders~”
Izumi suppressed the retort of “Well, of course they do.” His gaze was absolutely not stealing a look at the [H] that was being squeezed uncomfortably under Meina as she lay face down. It was the truth, the whole truth!
And thirty minutes later.
Meina, who had been rendered spineless just like Hakua, was rolled onto the floor like jelly. After polishing her skin with a morning shower, the supreme relaxation brought about by a dedicated therapist. It was already like a light resort feeling.
And Nanao, who had turned into a hunter who never stops seeking prey, her next target was──.
“Well then, next is Kasumi-chan’s turn♡”
“I won’t! I absolutely won’t do it!”
“Eh? But is it okay for your beloved big brother to have all sorts of things done to him by a strange woman?”
“You’re saying that yourself, so it doesn’t help!?”
Tell her more, Izumi thought in his heart.
However, he was also a bit embarrassed as if he were being shown his usual retorts objectively. Therefore, he could easily imagine the development after this.
“I wanted to get along with Kasumi-chan too, but I guess it can’t be helped. Then, I’ll pass this time.”
“I-I see. Then…”
Kasumi was clearly relieved, but of course, Nanao didn’t end there.
“Even though you’re Izumi-kun’s sister, I didn’t think Kasumi-chan would be scared.”
“…!”
The words were spoken in a deliberate mutter.
That easily set fire to Kasumi’s pride. Because Kasumi was the next head of the world-class enterprise, the Sumie Group. There was no way she could let herself be looked down upon by such a young girl.
Risking that pride, Kasumi declared fair and square.
“Fine! Know with your own body that challenging me, the next head of the Sumie family, is a game for foolish daredevils! I shall personally teach you that the skills of a commoner like you are, in the end, nothing more than a frog in a well—”
──Thirty minutes later, a limp Kasumi was rolled onto the flooring!
While watching her body occasionally twitching with spasms, Izumi secretly prayed, “Please let this one not end up like me…” The fact that he had given up on himself was already a charm point. Because he couldn’t imagine winning against Nanao…
And Nanao, having brilliantly completed the ranking, cheerfully set out to collapse the main dish.
“Thanks for waiting♪ It’s Izumi-kun’s turn♡”
“No, this is weird, right? What is this situation???”
It was a field of corpses.
Considering that this was not a battlefield from the Warring States period but just a room in an apartment in Tokyo, the possibility of it becoming some kind of police matter couldn’t be ruled out.
“Fufu. I’m going to make Izumi-kun enjoy it a bit more, okay?”
“Why is the development becoming like a battle manga…”
Nonetheless, Izumi couldn’t just surrender easily like this.
Even though he was disinherited, Izumi was raised as the one to inherit the world-renowned Sumie Group at one time. He couldn’t succumb to a mere club girl’s massage. Considering that the three girls before him had equal or greater education and pride, he suspected that his spirit was probably in vain, but he couldn’t succumb here with a strong will.
Because if he didn’t, wouldn’t he look like a creepy guy who wants to be massaged by a female classmate? Even if the other side wanted to do it, as an adolescent boy, he wanted to keep it that way. I’m sure everyone would understand!
Izumi followed the previous examples and lay face down on the sofa.
“…Hmm?”
But he immediately noticed a sense of discomfort.
No, it wasn’t that the sweet body heat of the three beautiful girls remained. Rather, the body heat was on the side of his back. In other words, Nanao had slowly straddled Izumi’s buttocks area. For the previous three, she should have been performing the treatment from the side of the sofa.
“Um, Nanao-san…?”
“What’s wrong?”
“No, what’s the intention behind this posture…?”
“Fufu. You don’t have to be so wary.”
While saying that nonchalantly, she was slowly intertwining her fingers as if stretching her palms.
It was strange.
Nanao usually had a sense of distance that was broken, but only toward Izumi. However, that was based on her affection for Izumi in the end… but this time alone, How to put it? The sparkle in those eyes was a bit different, or rather, it was emitting a mysterious glint like that of a predator. That’s how it felt.
As if confirming that bad premonition, Nanao’s eyes sparkled even more.
“I’m thinking of being a little serious with Izumi-kun♪”
“…Eh?”
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Her smile remains exactly as usual.
Nanao gently presses both of her hands against Izumi’s back.
──Instantly, an indescribable sensation raced through Izumi’s spine!
“Ahyan!?”
He unintentionally let out a strange voice, but in a state where the mount position has been secured, there is no escape. He tried to wiggle and shift his posture as a desperate measure, but after all, that was just adding fuel to the fire. If anything, he became hyper-aware of the sensation of Nanao’s thighs, plunging him further into an embarrassing mood.
(Huh? If I think about it, isn’t this situation kinda erotic…?)
You finally noticed…
Izumi is a man who never condones impure interactions between opposite sexes. Much less, it should be strange for a man and woman who aren’t even officially dating to be in such close contact. There was the question of “Then why are you obediently accepting a massage?”, but he had no intention of listening to that inner voice.
Then, as if striking at the gap in his heart, weight was softly applied to his back. Nanao, who was breathing somewhat heavily after massaging three people, whispered into his ear just like always.
“Fufu. Izumi-kun, you have a lot of tension built up, don’t you?”
“Stop going full ‘Black Nanao’ in this position, seriously~~~~!!”
Because the situation and the degree of contact were more intense than usual, it reached the affected area more directly. It was as effective as a suppository when one has a cold.
Nanao puffed out her cheeks, looking like she was sulking.
“Jeez. To Izumi-kun who calls people Black, I’m going to go Ei!“
With a shout of Ei!, a certain part of his back was ground into by her thumb.
“Ouch, ouch! Nanao, that hurts a bit!”
“Ah, so it is here after all~. Izumi-kun, I had an image of you being busy with study sessions with Amane-chan and desk work, so I thought maybe…”
Nanao seemed pleased with Izumi’s reaction. She covered him with her body to prevent him from trying to escape.
“Fufu. Just endure it for a little bit. I’ll make you feel good right away okay?♪”
“You, you’re definitely choosing your words on purpose, aren’t you!?”
“Let’s do lo~ts of detoxing together with me, okay?♡”
“Hasn’t the original objective changed!?”
But it didn’t matter.
Even if the original objective was [Let’s check the condition of the arm injured during the sports festival], there is no judge here to adjudicate that. In other words, even if they go off the rails, no one will get angry!
Yes!
Even if it was originally a wholesome objective!
A single man!
And a girl in love,
in one room!
It’s impossible for nothing… nothing to happen!
Izumi’s throat gulped down saliva.
It is a crisis.
Izumi has rejected Nanao’s fierce approaches time and again (from his perspective), but this time, it could be said that he is on the edge of a cliff.
If he casually shifted his gaze to the side, three beautiful girls who had been turned into jelly by Nanao’s hands were rolling around. Would he end up like that too? It felt like an ordinary person about to be swallowed by a horde of zombies. The angel in his brain (modeled after his junior, Inori) would surely whisper that rather than resisting the hardship to survive the post-apocalypse, he should just give in and become comfortable.
However, the one here is not a vulgarian like Satou.
Sumie Izumi, sixteen years old!
He has his frivolous moments, but his essence is that of a serious, pure bastard!
(I, I won’t lose… actually, it hurts!)
Fortunately, Nanao’s massage.
Compared to the three beautiful girls earlier, pain seemed to come first for Izumi. Ironically, thanks to this, Izumi was able to hold onto his meager reasoning.
They say that if a massage hurts, it’s proof it’s working, and enduring it to the end is surely the path of a man. Despite appearances, Izumi is resilient both mentally and physically, so that strategy seemed likely to succeed.
Izumi was convinced of his victory.
In the two months since he met Nanao, this was the moment he felt the strongest response.
(I absolutely won’t lo… hmm?)
But then, an abnormality.
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