Chapter 163: A Massage Disguised as Foreplay [R-18]
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 163: A Massage Disguised as Foreplay [R-18]
[Come in.]
Having finished all my preparations, I was waiting quietly in the massage room when Chinami’s message arrived. I opened the door.
“Ahem…”
Chinami was sitting on the edge of the bed, clearing her throat.
She seemed embarrassed about our encounter before her shower.
This time, she must have tied the sash properly, as her gown wasn’t slipping off.
I should act natural.
“Did you have a nice shower?”
“Yes…”
“How was the water temperature? Was it okay?”
“It was nice and hot…”
I gave a gentle smile to Chinami, who had her hands tucked between her tightly pressed thighs, rubbing them together. I turned the dimmer switch on the wall to the left.
The orange light slowly faded.
After adjusting the brightness until you could barely make out anything unless it was right in front of you, I spoke.
“Shall we have you lie on your stomach now?”
“Yesss…”
Chinami answered shyly and lay face down on the bed.
Kneeling between her parted legs, I reached down below her slender waist and took hold of the gown’s sash.
“I’m going to untie this.”
“Oh…? Are you starting the oil massage right away?”
“I need to loosen up your muscles before that.”
“But why are you untying it already…”
“It’s easier to massage bare skin.”
“I see… Aren’t you going to use a manner towel…?”
“That’s for when you turn over.”
“Ah, yess… Hh…!”
Chinami sucked in a sharp breath and tensed her stomach.
My hand had brushed against her belly, and she had instinctively pulled it in.
I chuckled quietly at her cute reaction and pulled firmly on the sash.
The tie came undone with a soft shhh.
I took the hem of the gown and pulled it aside very slowly, letting the soft fabric brush against her back like a tickle.
“Hhek…”
Chinami exhaled sharply, lifting one leg slightly before setting it back down.
Proof that my intentions were working. She must have felt a thrill.
“Junior… it’s cold in here…”
I smiled brightly at Chinami’s complaint as she hugged a pillow tightly.
“It’ll get warmer later. Just bear with it for a moment.”
“Okay…”
“Alright, I’ll begin.”
With that, I draped a towel over Chinami’s buttocks and placed my hands on her calves, gently stroking them up and down.
“Hic…!”
Was she surprised by the touch after so long?
Chinami’s body flinched once.
Her calves tensed and became a little firm, but only for a moment.
She soon relaxed her entire body, parting her legs a little wider.
Whether it was because she had just stepped out of the shower or because her body was hot with tension, Chinami’s skin was very warm.
The fact that it was also soft made kneading it exceptionally pleasant.
It was like freshly made mochi.
“Mmm…”
I was massaging her in silence when a weary little sigh escaped Chinami’s lips. I moved my hands onto the towel covering her bottom.
“Oh…?”
She flinched and turned her head, but perhaps because I had touched her there often before, she didn’t show any strong reaction.
I had a good feeling about where this was going.
Pressing down firmly on her plump buttocks with both hands, I asked.
“How’s the pressure?”
“...It’s good…”
She hugged the pillow in her arms even tighter.
She seemed embarrassed.
She also seemed a little flushed… I should touch her now.
Having made my decision, I slipped my hand under the towel.
Slide.
My fingers delved into the fluffy towel.
The moment the first knuckle touched Chinami’s bare skin…
“Myik…”
Chinami’s toes, which had been lying flat, curled inward, wrinkling the cute soles of her feet.
Then, as I began to gently stroke her buttocks, she crossed her big and second toes as if trying to endure a tickle.
“Hhmm… Junior…”
“Yes.”
“This is a massage… uhm… ah, it’s nothing…”
I think she was about to say, ‘This isn’t a massage, is it?’
The fact that she wasn’t stopping me and asking what I was doing like she did in the club room must mean it feels pretty good, right?
She might also be intoxicated by the strangely erotic atmosphere that had begun to fill the room.
“Is anything uncomfortable?”
“...What is…?”
“This. It seems a little tight.”
Her panties were nearly swallowed by her buttocks.
I slipped my thumb under one of the lines and lifted it, causing Chinami’s shoulders to jolt.
“Mph…!”
“Shall I adjust it for you?”
“N-no…! I’m fine…! It doesn’t bother me at all…!”
I could feel Chinami’s buttocks tense up as she frantically shook her head.
Not that it made them any less soft.
I patted her hip.
“I’ll place the manner towel, so please turn over.”
“Yesss…? Already…?”
“Yes.”
“O-okay…”
Answering in an incredibly bashful voice, Chinami buried her face in the bedsheet.
I smirked and licked my lips, then moved to her side and spread the towel covering her back wide open.
* * *
Seeing the towel rise into two gentle mounds over her chest made me want to skip the foreplay altogether.
I had a desperate urge to just rip the towel away and slide my cock between her breasts.
That’s how lewd it was. Chinami’s body.
Even the way she looked up at me with hazy eyes was so sexy that I was struggling to suppress the desires flooding my mind.
She exudes sensuality without even trying, just by being still. I think I understand why they say pink is a lewd color.
“Junior… why have you stopped…?”
Hearing the slight tremor in Chinami’s voice, I snapped back to my senses and picked up the bottle of oil.
The oil I’d brought this time was in a larger bottle than the one I usually used.
You could even call it a bulk size.
I opened the heavy bottle and began to drizzle its contents onto the towel covering Chinami’s front.
“Mmm…? What are you doing…?”
Chinami tilted her head slightly.
She must have found it strange that I was sprinkling it on the towel instead of her body.
Placing my palm gently on her just below her breasts, I answered.
“I’m letting it soak into the towel.”
“Why…?”
“Before applying it directly, I thought I’d coat your body with oil through the wet towel first, Master.”
“Mmm… Does that change anything…?”
When an oil-soaked towel clings to the body, it’s visually much lewder.
It’ll probably be better for when I get on top of her later, too.
“We’ll see.”
“I see…”
Chinami nodded with a look of complete incomprehension and quietly watched what I was doing.
At first, I drizzled the oil sparingly, but then I took the cap off completely, upended the bottle, and began to drench the brown towel.
Afterward, I watched the oil-laden, heavy towel cling to the lines of Chinami’s body and nodded in satisfaction.
“I’ll begin.”
“Yess…”
Chinami’s knees had risen at some point. I gently pressed them down to straighten her legs. The first place I touched was her stomach.
Sliding my hand under the towel at her side, I began to rub her now-slick abdomen in circles, moving in one direction.
“Uut…”
Chinami let out a short moan as her thighs pressed together and her calves splayed outward.
I could see her eyes, which were clutching the bedsheet tightly with her small hands, growing even hazier.
She already seemed to be feeling pleasure.
With one corner of my mouth turned up, I repeatedly pressed down gently on the area below her navel and asked in a soft voice.
“Comfortable?”
“...Yesss…”
“How does it feel? Good?”
“Mmm… it’s good…”
Her knees were trying to rise again.
Deciding it was time to start, I straightened my hand and pushed the blade of it past her lower abdomen and into the inverted triangle of her groin.
“Ngh…?”
Chinami, who had been breathing erratically, lifted her head.
She saw my hand gliding back and forth over her groin and swallowed hard.
“J-Junior… is this part of the massage, too…?”
“It is. Could you spread your legs a little? It’s hard to massage like this.”
“L-like this…?”
“You’re too tense. A little more.”
“Is… this enough…?”
“More, please.”
Her legs spread to the sides hesitantly, as if testing the waters.
I patiently coaxed her, and when I felt the outer edge of my hand sink perfectly into her groin, I gave her a benevolent smile.
“That’s perfect. Thank you.”
“Hhmm… this feels strange…”
“Strange in a bad way?”
“N-not exactly… Hyet…!”
Chinami’s hips arched high.
Because my hand, slithering past her groin like a snake, had gently brushed against her labia.
Pretending not to see her reaction, I pushed my hand in deeper.
My thick forearm went deep under the towel, creating friction with her groin.
The flesh was being pressed, but thanks to the slick coating of oil, it wouldn't be painful.
“Huuk… Huu…”
As if to prove my thought, Chinami only panted, breathing in and out raggedly, without any other major reaction.
Proof that she was receiving my touch in a good way.
I had been worried she might feel repulsed, so it was a relief.
I secretly let out a sigh of relief and raised the intensity.
My hand slid past her groin and into the gap between her thighs.
There, I curled my fingers and gently scratched the center of the disposable panties Chinami was wearing.
“Hyat…!”
Timing it with the moment Chinami tilted her head back and let out a short moan, I would pull my arm back, subtly grazing her crotch with my hand on the way out…
Then, when Chinami’s breathing became unsteady, I would rest my hand on her mons pubis and give her a moment to rest.
“Heek… Hek…”
Around the time Chinami started making little panting sounds like a puppy with her tongue slightly out, I repeated the same actions.
And so, with great patience, I continued my caresses disguised as a massage.
For a very, very long time, until Chinami’s body began to squirm, unable to bear the pleasure.