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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Nekorune
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“Ugh…”
Chinami let out a long sigh as she warmed herself in the bath.
She couldn’t stop thinking about how she had acted earlier. From the moment Matsuda’s touch reached her sensitive area, she’d felt a faint tingling, like static electricity. The more he touched her there, the stronger the sensation became, until finally, a powerful current coursed through her, making her eyes roll back. And then… she’d leaked a little and gone completely limp.
“Ughhh…”
To have made such a spectacle of herself in front of her kouhai… She was so embarrassed she couldn’t bear to lift her head. The only consolation was that Matsuda didn’t seem to realize she had leaked. If he had, she wouldn’t be here; she’d be back home, curled up in bed, kicking Momo-chan’s blanket in frustration. She probably wouldn’t be able to face him again.
But was what Matsuda did really a massage? His hand had reached right above her private area, and she’d never heard of such a massage before. How should she put it…? It felt a little…risqué. Of course, it had felt good, but still.
One thing was certain: she had experienced something very, very indecent today. Something strange and unfamiliar.
A tingle.
Chinami felt a tickle down there and drew her submerged legs together. Imagining Matsuda’s touch sent a sudden thrill through her. She suddenly wanted that face massage, so she needed to hurry and wash up.
After showering thoroughly, Chinami put on a fresh gown and entered the massage room. Then, she couldn’t help but gasp.
“Good heavens…”
The bed was quite disheveled, though not exactly a disaster zone. But she was relieved it wasn’t perfectly tidy. If Matsuda had cleaned the room, he would have discovered the shameful evidence of her release, and she would have wanted to crawl into a hole and disappear.
Quickly gathering her belongings, Chinami took the damp towel and returned to the bathroom. She laid the towel on the floor, lathered it with soap, rinsed it thoroughly, wrung it out tightly, and hung it in the massage room. This wouldn’t erase the evidence completely, but it would take care of the most pressing issue.
Relieved, Chinami stealthily opened the door leading to the living area.
*slide…*
The door opened smoothly. She could see Matsuda lying on the bed, watching TV. His hair was slightly damp; she wondered where he had showered. Surely not in the toilet?
As she was thinking this, Matsuda spotted her and gestured for her to come over. Chinami quickly hid herself. A wave of intense embarrassment washed over her. She had practically been nestled against his chest, whimpering and leaking. If that wasn’t embarrassing, what was? She couldn’t even bear to look him in the face.
“Master, come here.”
Matsuda’s gentle voice, laced with a low chuckle, eased her embarrassment somewhat, and she hesitantly emerged.
“Are you done with your shower?”
“Yes…”
“Come lie down. I’ll give you a face massage.”
Hmm. Judging by Matsuda’s casual demeanor, he hadn’t noticed what had happened earlier. She was lucky. It was clear that her fortune was good today.
Shyly fidgeting with her fingers, Chinami walked over and carefully lay down on the bed. Matsuda gently lifted her head and placed it on his thigh.
“Mwah…”
Matsuda’s masculine eyes looked down at her. She wanted to ask him about the massage. What kind of massage was that? Did he have any ulterior motives? What was he thinking when she was writhing and whimpering?
But the words wouldn’t come out. It wasn’t that she was afraid to ask, but rather, she was too embarrassed. She wanted to go home and bury herself in her bed.
Still, she should get the promised face massage. And afterward, she needed to change into the clothes she’d brought. Not because she wanted to look nice, but because she suspected her uniform might smell.
Trying to calm her turbulent emotions, Chinami instinctively curled her legs and closed her eyes as her beloved kouhai’s hands drew closer.
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“Matsuda-kouhai.”
Chinami, clutching her seatbelt, called out to me. I had pulled over to the side of the road near her apartment building, after navigating the drizzle-slicked streets.
“Yes.”
“Never mind. But kouhai…”
“Yes.”
“Um… Never mind.”
After all that silence, that’s all she had to say?
I understood her shyness. She seemed fine now, but I was worried about the memory of the massage resurfacing once she’s all by herself in her room… Though, knowing Chinami, she might be alright. I hope she’ll sleep well tonight.
But when would her trembling legs finally calm down? She had needed my help just to walk out of the love hotel… It seemed she hadn’t yet recovered from the aftereffects of her climax.
I shifted the car into park, reclined my seat, and said, “Do you want to put your legs up here? I’ll massage them a bit.”
Chinami flinched when I patted my thigh. Blushing, unsure what to do, she tapped her cheeks with her fingers, unbuckled her seatbelt, and took off her shoes. Then, she carefully placed her legs on my thigh.
“Is this okay…?”
I smiled at her bashful question and covered her legs with a blanket.
“Yes. That’s perfect.”
I placed my hands on her legs and began to massage them gently. I noticed the corners of her lips curve upwards. She seemed to be enjoying it, which was a relief. I could finally relax a little.
“Next time, I’ll make sure you’re properly relaxed beforehand. I’m sorry.”
“…It’s okay…”
“I’ll walk you to your door. I’m too worried to let you go alone.”
“Mmm… Okay…”
She wiggled her toes, covered by her ankle socks, as she replied. It was cute. I chuckled and continued massaging her calves, then moved my hands up to her thighs.
“Hah…”
She let out a surprised gasp. I continued to caress her thighs through the blanket and asked, “Did you put your uniform away properly?”
“It’s in my bag…”
“The ribbon is cute. I think the best part of it is that it’s asymmetrical.”
Chinami looked down at the purple ribbon adorning her blouse. She fidgeted with the neatly tied ribbon and said, “Yes…”
“It suits you. It matches your image perfectly, Master.”
“Thank you… It’s very warm in the car…”
“The heater’s on.”
“Hmm… I see…”
Seeming to have run out of things to say, Chinami looked around the car, her face flushed pink like a ripe peach. I wondered if steam would start rising from her head.
“Mmm… Come to think of it, I think I put my hairpin on wrong…”
Chinami began to fuss with her Momo-chan hairpin, trying to re-adjust it. She seemed embarrassed when our eyes met. Her hands were trembling so much, I had a feeling she was going to drop it…
*clatter*
“Ah…?”
I knew it.
I chuckled and moved Chinami’s legs down to the floorboard before turning on the interior light.
“Stay still. I’ll find it for you.”
I bent over and fumbled around the floor mat. My face brushed against Chinami’s crotch, and
“Hngaah…!”
She let out a slightly coquettish gasp, and I heard a rustling sound above me. Stopping my search for the hairpin, I looked up to see…
Chinami, covering her face, completely flustered. She seemed incredibly embarrassed, as if I had buried my face in her crotch. It was amusing how she was peeking at me timidly through the gap between her index and middle fingers.
Just then, a passing car with its headlights on illuminated the interior of my car, briefly casting a light on Chinami, making her look incredibly innocent and pure. I suddenly felt the urge to kiss her.
*thump*
My hand, touching the floor mat, bumped against something, bringing me back to reality. It was Chinami’s hairpin.
Right, I should save the first kiss with Chinami for later. It hadn’t been long since her climax, and if I kissed her now, she might not be able to function properly tomorrow. There were also preparations I needed to make… It was best to wait.
But I could do this much.
Having made up my mind, I picked up the hairpin and straightened up. Then, I gently bumped my forehead against hers.
“Hic!”
Startled by the sudden action, she hiccuped. Smiling, I said, “I found your hairpin.”
Our faces were so close that our lips would touch if I just pouted.
“Hic…!”
“Shall we go now?”
“Hic… Hic! Y-yes… Let’s go…”
“Okay.”
“…Hic…! Y-you should move your face…”
“Master.”
“Y-yes…?”
“You’re cute.”
“Haaaa…”
“I look forward to working with you in the future.”
“L-likewise… Hic…! I look forward… to working with you…”
Was I imagining things, or did Chinami’s eyes start spinning whenever she heard a sudden compliment about her looks? She looked like the dizzy Momo-chan she had set up before.
My playful display of affection ended there. Gazing at Chinami intently, I tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and pulled away. Then, I grabbed her bag from the back seat and got out of the car.
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It seems that Chinami is falling.
Thank you!
Very cute 🩷