Chapter 102: Chinami's Mind Is Opening Up
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 102: Chinami's Mind Is Opening Up
About two hours had passed.
Chinami, who had been completely limp as she took in my touch, suddenly called out to me.
“Ju-nior...”
Her voice was sweet and alluring.
The way she squeezed her legs shut told me the pleasure between her thighs must be intense...
If I kept this up, she might just gush.
“Yes.”
“Um... maybe we should take a short break...?”
A break, right in the middle of such a good session?
Does she need to use the restroom?
Seeing how she couldn't keep her lower body still, restlessly shifting about, I figured that was it.
I straightened the towel covering Chinami’s back and asked.
“In that case, should we just call it a day?”
“Huh...? But I haven’t gotten my face massage yet...? You definitely said you’d do it one more time at the end...”
She clearly wanted more.
I could call today a success.
Nodding, I gently placed my hand on her back.
“I’ll give you a quick one after you’ve washed up, right before you leave.”
“...Okay, that sounds good.”
“I’m going to wrap a towel around you now. When I cover myself with a modesty towel, I want you to sit up with your back to me. Got it?”
“I can do it myself...”
“I want to help. You have no strength right now. It must be hard for you to even move on your own.”
“Hmph... ahem...”
Chinami cleared her throat, clutching the pillow tightly as she whipped her head to the side.
She was showing a surprisingly prim and proper side, and it was driving me crazy with how cute it was.
I gave her back a gentle pat, dimmed the lights as low as they would go, and spread a large towel open.
“Let me know when you’re ready.”
“...I’m ready.”
Chinami was covering her chest with another towel.
She didn’t seem to have any reservations about showing me her back, likely because the continuous massage had helped her get used to it.
Either that, or the dim lighting had put her at ease.
I got onto the bed, admiring Chinami’s still-flawless back as I wrapped the towel around her body.
After tying it securely so it wouldn’t come undone, I grabbed her slippers, went around to her front, and crouched down.
“Your feet.”
“.....”
Without a word, Chinami extended one foot.
I slipped the slipper onto her dainty foot, then, pretending to finish the massage, I gently kneaded my way up from the tip of her toes to her calf, and then to her thigh.
“Hah...”
Her hips twitched, a clear sign of what she was feeling. I said to her:
“While you’re in the shower, I’ll go get some juice from the snack bar. With ice. How does that sound?”
“Mmh...! I’d love that...!”
“You’d love it if I touched you here?”
“I-I meant the juice... Hngh...! Th-That spot is good, too...!”
I’d learned something new today: Chinami’s inner thighs were incredibly sensitive.
Not quite as much as the nape of her neck, but they were definitely an erogenous zone.
I focused on that spot for a moment, stopping only when Chinami’s mouth fell open slackly.
Then, I gently tapped the tip of her sharp nose with my index finger and gave her a bright smile.
“The door to the bathroom is over there. I’m going to run a bath for you, so why don’t you rest here for a bit?”
“Ah, no... that’s... I’ll do it...”
“Alright. Can I have your arm?”
“...Okay...”
She held out a limp arm.
I slid my hand under her arm, gripped her armpit, and pulled.
“Eek...!”
Pulled right off the bed, Chinami’s hands instinctively wrapped around my neck.
The height difference was so great that her arms were raised almost straight up, and I had to stop myself from laughing.
If I were to lift her now, it would be the perfect lift-and-carry position...
But our dear Chinami needs to see herself in the mirror in a reverse lift-and-carry, so I’ll save it.
“I’ll just help you to the bathroom.”
“I-I can go by my...”
“You’re wobbling all over the place, what do you mean you can go by yourself? Come on. That’s it...”
I held Chinami’s hand tightly and, as if teaching a child to walk, gently coaxed her toward the bathroom.
I needed to shower, too...
I should probably get another room, just to shower and get out.
I saw they had a prison-concept room. I’ll book that one, do a little recon for Renka’s training.
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“Haaaah...!”
As Chinami submerged herself in the full tub, a weary sigh escaped her lips.
It felt like her body was melting away.
Slurp.
Sipping the orange juice in an ice-filled cup that Junior had brought her, she felt like she was in heaven.
She normally wouldn’t even glance at a drink like this, but why did it taste so good right now?
A blissful smile spread across Chinami’s face as she sucked on the straw.
Slurp, slurp.
After finishing the juice down to the last drop, Chinami sank deeper into the bubbling bath.
Not only did the suite have a fully equipped massage room, but it also had a bath this nice.
Her entire standard for what a hotel could be was being turned upside down.
It was so nice she wanted to come back often, if she got the chance.
Maybe next time she could bring some peach iced tea and share it with Junior?
With that thought, Chinami began to wash herself.
Her slick skin gradually started to feel tacky again.
She thought the oil would be hard to wash off, but it was surprisingly easy to rinse away.
Speaking of which, Junior had tricked her.
She had specifically told him she didn't want an oil massage, but he had secretly used it on her while she was getting massaged.
The massage had been so good that she’d forgive him, but still...
Twinge.
“Ah...!”
Lost in thought, Chinami brought a hand between her legs and pressed down firmly.
A ticklish sensation had bloomed in her nether regions.
It had happened in the club room and at the movie theater when Junior had touched her, but this was much more intense.
It was a strange feeling.
It felt good, but also tingly... an indescribable sensation.
‘Mmm...’
If asked whether it was good or bad...
She would probably say the former.
Chinami’s gaze drifted to the disposable panties in the corner of the bathroom.
Her own cotton panties, soaked in oil.
The slight dampness she felt down there was probably because the oil absorbed by the cotton had seeped into her skin.
She had been so worried Junior would see them because they were so skimpy...
And they had gotten wedged between her butt cheeks halfway through, making it a struggle to get them out. Next time she got a massage, she thought she might bring her own panties—something with more stretch.
Like high-waisted bikini bottoms... something that covered more of her buttocks and hips.
She’d need a change of clothes, too...
And she should bring her peach-scented shampoo and body wash from home in travel-sized bottles.
And peaches to eat after the massage were a must.
The heart-pounding massage, season two, would be happening in the near future.
She would be perfectly prepared for it.
Her resolve set, Chinami began to meticulously wash her body.
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“Um... Junior...”
The bathroom door cracked open slightly, and Chinami’s voice, quieter than a mosquito’s buzz, drifted out.
I walked up to the door and answered.
“Yes.”
“Are you... planning on going back into the massage room...?”
Knowing exactly what she wanted, I pushed her underwear and clothes, which I had already taken out and folded neatly, through the crack in the door.
“Is this what you need?”
“Ah!”
Startled, Chinami quickly snatched the clothes.
“Ju-Junior...! How could you just take someone’s clothes like that...!”
From her embarrassed tone, it seemed she was mortified that I might have seen her underwear.
“Are we strangers? I’m hurt.”
“W-Well, of course we’re very close as teacher and student, but...”
“There’s oil on the floor. I just brought them so you wouldn’t have to go back into the room to change. I didn’t mean anything by it.”
“...Thank you.”
“Should I close the door?”
“Yes... please...”
I closed the bathroom door without a sound and sat on the bed to wait for Chinami.
A short while later, she emerged, fully dressed, drying her wet hair with a towel.
Seeing the look of anticipation on her face, I let out a soft laugh and patted my lap.
“Lie down here. I’ll give you a head massage.”
“Wh-What...? On... on your lap...?”
After showing me your entire ass, you’re going to be this surprised over a simple lap pillow?
No, wait, I was the one who snuck a peek at her ass.
Let’s correct that to her back.
“You don’t like it? Would you rather lie on the bed?”
“No... it’s not that I don’t like it... but shouldn’t I dry my hair first?”
“If I massage it after it’s dry, your pretty hair will get all frizzy. It’s better to do it first and then dry it.”
“But it’s still wet...”
“Then should we just end it here for today?”
“N-No, we can’t do that...!”
Chinami scurried over, sat down a short distance away, and then stiffly laid her head on my thighs.
She moved like a pair of grinding, discordant gears, and a laugh escaped me.
I gently ran my fingers through her freshly washed hair.
Even though she must have used the cheap, single-use shampoo, her hair was incredibly soft.
“How does it feel?”
“It’s hard. Like I’m resting on a bamboo pillow.”
Something else besides my thighs is hard, too.
“Not as good as a real pillow, right?”
“No...”
“You’re honest.”
I chuckled, letting out a light snort, and cupped her chin with one hand just as I had before.
Then, while gently rubbing her soft cheek with my thumb, I used my other hand to massage her scalp, scratching it lightly.
“Ooh...”
Chinami savored the sensation, her face flushing a deep red.
Seeing how quickly her expression relaxed, I felt confident I could do this for her in the club room from now on without any hesitation.
“Feel good?”
“Mhm... I’m very satisfied... I think I understand why people go out to get massages...”
Chinami smiled faintly, her gaze shifting to the vanity.
“Junior, what’s that?”
She was pointing to a long object wrapped in a cloth bag that concealed its contents.
Feeling a bit awkward, I gave her a roundabout answer.
“It’s a massager.”
“A massager...? Are there massagers that are just long and thin like that?”
“You can think of it as a vibrating massager. That’s why it’s shaped like that.”
“Really? I’d like to try it sometime.”
If you’re really that curious, I can let you try one.
A smaller one, though.
A vicious and huge object like that doesn’t suit our dear Chinami.
I’ll satisfy you with a mini vibrator that can stimulate a certain area more delicately and intensely.
“We’ll see about it next time. Are you going straight to bed when you get home?”
“Yes... I think I have to. I have plans tomorrow...”
“What kind of plans?”
“I’m going to see a movie with Renka...”
A movie with Renka, huh... You should invite me next time.
I think it would feel amazing to sit between you and Renka on the sofa inside a premium screening room.