How To Ruin A Love Comedy – Chapter 133

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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Nekorune
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“Come in.”

I was cleaning Chinami’s mud-splattered shoes when I received her text and headed to the bathroom sink. After washing my hands thoroughly and dampening some prepared oil and towels, I carefully opened the door. Chinami lay there, face up and covered with a towel.

She was even wearing a gown. I guess she intended to take it off once I covered her with the towel.

But did she know that she looked even more alluring like this?

I placed the oil on the small nightstand, put a towel in the steamer, dimmed the lights, and said, “I’ll give you a modesty towel. Please take off your robe and lie face down.”

“Um… could you massage my head first…?”

“Oh, you wanna start there?”

“Yes…”

“Alright. Are you cold?”

“A little…”

I turned on the heater in the corner of the room and brought a rolling chair with a round seat to Chinami’s head. Sitting down, I gently stroked her slightly damp hair.

“Mmm…”

Chinami was already making drowsy sounds. Her face, freshly showered and with serum applied, was incredibly soft. A peach scent emanated from her face, suggesting she’d used her own skincare products rather than the standard ones provided by the love hotel. She seemed to have used the shampoo provided in the bathroom, though. Still, she came somewhat prepared.

Brushing her bangs up from underneath, I asked gently, “You’re wearing disposable underwear, right?”

“Yes… It’s rude to ask that… Huh…?”

A surprised gasp suddenly escaped Chinami’s lips. I had slipped my hand behind her neck. Gently kneading the back of her neck, I rubbed her cheek with the thumb of my other hand, as if applying lotion.

“Mmnn…”

She exhaled her characteristic little puff of air and relaxed her body completely. As I scratched her neck, her back straightened and her legs parted. Coupled with the purring sound she just made, she was the picture of a kitten.

“Does that feel good?”

“Yeees…”

I focused on massaging Chinami’s neck and cheeks, the areas she was now licking her lips over. Then, I gently pinched her earlobe between my thumb and forefinger.

“Mmg…”

“Are you okay? Does it hurt?”

“N-no… It doesn’t hurt…”

Chinami shook her head, her legs drawing together slightly. She seemed a bit aroused. This time, I soothed her nerves by gently massaging the inside of her ear. Then, using the edge of my hand, I slid it from behind her ear to her collarbone, repeating the motion.

Once Chinami’s breathing became languid, I placed my finger in the hollow of her collarbone and gradually applied pressure.

“Hah…”

As if feeling a tingling sensation, Chinami’s waist gave a small wiggle. Her hands, resting demurely on her stomach, began to fidget, and a blush crept up her pale face. It seemed she was starting to feel pleasure.

After about ten more minutes of massaging around her face, I picked up the oil from the nightstand. Chinami flinched and asked in a trembling voice, “Are you done with my face…?”

“No. I’ll do it again later.”

“Oh, o-okay… Should I turn over…?”

“No. Let’s do the front first. Is it okay if I lower the towel a bit?”

“Mmm… Yes…”

After receiving her reply, I lowered the towel covering Chinami’s chest to just below her sternum. The robe concealed the swell of her breasts, but a sliver of her white upper chest peeked out from the opening. Suppressing a surge of desire, I poured some oil into my hand. Spreading it evenly, I began to massage her slender arm as if enveloping it.

“The robe is getting in the way a little.”

At my words, as I started meticulously massaging her arm, Chinami’s eyes darted around.

“….Is it…? Then what should we do…?”

“Would it be alright to just lower it around your shoulders? I think it would be better to do it continuously from your arms to your shoulders.”

It’s just for the massage, nothing else.

Conveying this nuance, I persuaded Chinami. When she finally nodded after deep contemplation, I smiled. I opened the front of her robe slightly to create space and pulled it down towards her upper arm.

“Hah…”

She gasped as her pale shoulder line was revealed. I patted the area below her collarbone with my palm as a gesture of reassurance and resumed the massage, working to loosen up her entire body.

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Soft snores escaped Chinami’s nose. Her closed eyelids were wrinkle-free, suggesting she had finally relaxed into the massage after a long time and was half-asleep. The fact that she hadn’t noticed her robe slipping down further than before spoke volumes.

‘Hmm…’

I was supposed to be arousing her, but I’d only made her sleepy. Did I work too hard on the massage?

Swallowing my disappointment, I lightly patted Chinami’s neck and called out to her, “Master.”

“Mmnn…?”

“Shall we turn over? I’ll do your legs and back.”

“….Peach pound cake…”

“Excuse me…?”

“It’s delicious… I want to eat it with you…”

Muttering something nonsensical and smacking her lips, Chinami slowly turned over. Even considering she was half-asleep, the fact that she did so without even a modesty towel suggested her guard was completely down.

But peach pound cake? What was that about? The name alone made me feel a little queasy.

Chinami’s plump buttocks lay before me as she obediently lay face down. Placing my hand gently on her thigh, I said, “Let’s go eat it together sometime.”

“Yeees… Uh…?”

Chinami’s head turned to the side, her drawn-out reply interrupted by a flinch. She finally realized her back wasn’t covered by a towel.

Before she could say anything, I acted naturally, letting the oil drip onto her thighs.

“Ah…?”

As she looked on in bewilderment, I began massaging her gleaming legs, pressing into the hollow of her knees.

“Ahh…!”

She let out a coquettish moan and curled her dainty toes. She had reacted similarly last time, and it was just as cute now.

“Does that feel good?”

“….I don’t know…”

“How’s the pressure? Is it okay?”

“I don’t know…!”

“I need your feedback to adjust the pressure. Should I just do it as I see fit?”

“Yes…! Do it as you see fit…!”

“Why are you getting angry?”

“I’m not angry…! Kouhai…! Be quiet…! Focus…!”

Chinami scolded me sternly, burying her face in the pillow. It seemed she was more aroused than surprised by the sudden touch. Was it because of the dim lighting? She was adapting quite quickly.

That was a good thing. It saved me the trouble of having to soothe her.

Chuckling softly, I tickled the soles of Chinami’s small feet with my fingernails.

“Mheh…”

Chinami let out a delicate giggle and moved her legs from side to side. Seeing the delicate wrinkles on the soles of her feet made me want to tease her more.

Resisting the urge, I kneaded her calves and thighs with moderate pressure.

“….Huu…”

As I worked on her legs, I gradually grew bolder, moving my hands smoothly from her thighs to the bottom of her buttocks. Continuing the gentle caress with the oil, the slightly ventilated atmosphere quickly became thick with tension again.

“Huah…”

At some point, Chinami had started hugging the pillow tightly, surrendering to my touch. Her upper body was slightly raised due to her arms gathered below, causing her ribcage to stretch and her shoulder blades and erector spinae muscles to become somewhat prominent. Her small back held a delicate framework of bones. I expected her to be simply cute, but this was incredibly erotic. Was it the lighting? No, I would have felt the same even in bright light.

Deciding to be a bit bolder, I caressed and oiled Chinami’s entire buttocks.

“Hmmg…!?”

Chinami’s body visibly wriggled. It looked as if she might sit up at any moment, but my worries were unfounded. It was proof that she trusted me deeply. I had anticipated a stronger resistance, so this was a relief.

After gently stroking her now glistening buttocks, I heard Chinami let out a very suggestive moan.

“…Hmmn…”

Straightening my hand, I slipped it between her buttocks.

“Heh…?”

Chinami’s hips lifted slightly as she felt my hand against her vulva. The reaction wasn’t bad. Should I be a little more daring?

Quickly making up my mind, I pretended to massage her inner thighs, brushing against her crotch. I pressed the middle knuckle of my middle finger firmly against her sensitive area.

And then,

“Mwaahh…!”

Chinami thrashed her legs against the bed as if splashing in water. She let out the same moan as when I first massaged her, but her reaction was much more intense. She was definitely feeling it.

Chinami’s vulva, felt through the fabric of her panties, was very moist. It meant she was wet, very wet. From what I could tell, it was less viscous than Miyuki’s… Was Chinami more of a “watermelon” type?

I needed to touch her a bit more to be sure.

“Are you okay?”

I maintained the pressure on Chinami’s panties, covering her vulva. Chinami nodded in response.

“Should I do more?”

“…”

“What should we do? A little more? Or should we stop?”

“…Do it…”

She was saying something, but I couldn’t hear her clearly. I moved my ear closer to Chinami’s head and asked again, “Huh? What did you say?”

“My body feels strange… I think it’s because of you…”

She whined in an incredibly embarrassed voice. It seemed she was unfamiliar with feeling this kind of desire.

I wiped my fingers on the towel and straightened Chinami’s messy bangs. Then, I gave her a gentle smile.

“Should we take a break and then come back to this?”

“No… Hurry up and put me back to normal…”

“Don’t you think it might get stranger if I continue?”

“It’ll be fine…”

“Really?”

“You’re hard of hearing, Matsuda-kouhai… You should go to the ENT clinic tomorrow…”

Why was she complaining so cutely?

It made me want to ravage her.

I poked her cheeks, which were flushed crimson, and said, “Then I’ll continue.”

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