The Massage
“Nngh, ah...”
Every time the cold oil touched my skin, my back and waist flinched and trembled.
After spreading the oil evenly over my shoulders, back, and sides, Yohan moved his hands to my lower body. He lifted each leg one by one and began carefully applying the oil.
When he tickled the soles of my feet and slipped his fingers between my toes to work the oil in, I couldn’t help but let out a shriek.
“Hyaak...?!”
“Are you all right?”
“Ah, yes. I-it just tickled a little, that’s all...”
“I still need to oil the other foot... If it bothers you, shall we skip this part?”
“No. I-it’s fine. Just keep going, please.”
It wasn’t as if it felt bad. Being touched by Teacher felt nice, and he hadn’t even gone near anything particularly private. I didn’t feel any real need to stop him.
Once he had coated both feet thoroughly, Yohan’s hands began climbing my legs, starting from the calves. Little by little, slowly, those large male hands stroked their way upward. When he worked on my calves it barely registered, but the moment he reached my thighs a strange, indescribable feeling crept in.
After oiling the outer thighs, his touch turned oddly sensual as he began caressing the inner ones. Whether it was just my imagination or not, the way he spread the oil there felt noticeably more leisurely and lingering than anywhere else.
This is... just applying oil, right?
When his fingers started rubbing right at the innermost part of my thigh—almost brushing against my groin—I nearly kicked him away with my heel. Consciously holding the reflex back left me breaking out in a light cold sweat. The sudden tension made my lower belly and hips clench tight on instinct.
I’m just being weird about this, aren’t I...? Teacher only has the purest intentions, after all.
I squeezed my eyes shut and silently repeated a mantra of calm. By the time I finished, Yohan had finished oiling my lower half and spoke.
“The back is done. Would you turn over for me? I need to oil the front as well.”
“Y-yes...!”
“You don’t have to answer quite so loudly.”
“...”
I’d been so tense that the booming reply just burst out of me. Feeling oddly embarrassed, I clenched my fists tight.
After a quick deep breath, I held the unhooked bra in place and flipped onto my back.
Squelch, slip...
The sticky, slippery sounds tickled my ears for a moment.
“All done. Flip over again, please.”
“Yes.”
Having thoroughly oiled my collarbones and lower belly as well, Yohan asked me to lie face-down on the bed once more. I obeyed and turned over again.
“It might be a bit stronger than yesterday, so tell me if it hurts.”
Yohan spoke as if gently warning me. Instead of answering, I simply nodded.
I stayed rigid with tension for a while until those large hands began softly stroking my back. It seemed less about applying pressure and more about letting my skin get used to his touch. Yohan calmly swept his palms in broad strokes down my entire back, taking care not to startle me with any sudden stimulation.
Every time that gentle touch landed, the surrounding area gave a little twitch. A strange feeling kept rising whenever Teacher laid his hands on my body.
After one full sweep of my back, he shifted position above my head and pressed the outer edges of both elbows against my back. It looked like he was about to begin the real massage.
Press—
“Ahn...”
A deep, compressing pressure forced a moan out of me automatically. My shoulders trembled as they protested the pain.
“Ah, it hurts...”
“I’m being as gentle as I can. Just hold on a little longer and it’ll start to feel good.”
“Mm, ah, ahh... Okay...”
He’d told me to speak up if it hurt, yet the moment I did he simply told me to endure it. It felt exactly like being at a hospital. No matter which clinic I went to, that was always the doctors’ standard line.
Then again, the school nurse was a kind of doctor too, so maybe it wasn’t strange.
Still, his claim that it would get better if I toughed it out wasn’t entirely empty. After enduring the stimulation for a while, my muscles really did begin to loosen and feel refreshing.
“Haa...”
As the tight spots released, a sigh slipped out naturally. When Yohan finally lifted his elbows from my back, I almost felt a twinge of regret.
Maybe because he was working bare skin directly, today’s massage felt far more intense and stimulating than yesterday’s.
Yohan shifted again, this time sitting on the edge of the bed. He rested one of my arms across his knee and brought his elbows back to my back, then began applying light, pushing pressure starting around the nape of my neck and working downward in sequence.
“Nngh, ah, aah... Haaah...”
“Does it feel good?”
“Yeees... Ah, aah. Th-there, a little harder, please.”
“Earlier you said it hurt and asked me to go easy?”
“...I don’t know. Just do it.”
I mumbled something vague when I ran out of excuses, and a soft chuckle reached my ears. My cheeks heated a little, so I buried my face deep into the pillow.
The massage continued regardless. Shoulders, spinal muscles, erector spinae, back muscles, latissimus dorsi—each in turn received firm, rhythmic pressure.
Whether it was because my body had been so stiff or because Yohan’s skill was simply outstanding... it felt incredibly good and refreshing.
He repeated the same process on the other side, then kept moving busily from spot to spot, working out every knot in my back.
When his hands reached just above my hips I tensed a little, but beyond that nothing felt particularly uncomfortable or painful. It had only hurt at the very beginning; once I adapted, even those aches started to feel pleasant and relieving.
I couldn’t tell if it was just my imagination, but it felt as though my blood was circulating better. My skin flushed faintly pink, and every breath I exhaled carried a strange heat. Yohan’s touch registered with perfect clarity. Because he was stroking and kneading bare skin, every single motion of his hands felt intensely stimulating. The shape of his fingerprints, the creases of his elbows, even the lines of his palms seemed to imprint themselves through my skin.
“Loosening the fascia like this will make a lot of the pain go away. It’ll also make it easier for you to hold proper form.”
Teacher kept explaining one thing after another, but none of it really sank in. Every time that calm, low voice entered my ears, my head felt as if it were sinking into a pleasant haze. The volume and tone were exactly the kind that seemed deliberately designed to induce drowsiness.
Once he finished the upper body, his hands quietly drifted lower. When he took hold of my soles and began pressing firmly into them, a ticklish, embarrassed feeling made me curl my toes tight. Even those curled toes were captured one by one and massaged with meticulous care.
After finishing my feet he applied pressure to my calves a few times, then his hands reached my thighs. The closer he drew to more sensitive areas, the stranger and more sensual the feeling became. I tried hard to shake off the uneasy thoughts and buried my face deep in the pillow again.
Teacher took hold of my legs, bent my knees, and gently spread them to about a forty-five-degree angle. If I had to compare it to something, it was exactly like a frog’s legs. I had no idea, but I was pretty sure any third party watching would find the pose extremely embarrassing.
Is he doing this on purpose? No... this has to be part of the massage process too...
I forced my twitching body to settle and tried to calm the tension. Even after putting me in such a mortifying position, Yohan continued the massage with an utterly casual air. He placed his palms on my thighs and pressed his body weight down, kneading the knotted muscles firmly.
“Haah, ah, ah...!”
“It’ll hurt a bit. Your legs are incredibly tight right now. This is an area you use a lot just walking or running, so fatigue builds up especially easily.”
“Haa... Nngh, i-is that so...? Ah, ahh...”
I was done for. I couldn’t understand a single word he was saying.
It didn’t seem like he was using any particularly difficult language, but the mix of pain and relief had my full attention, leaving no room to listen carefully. I just gave vague replies and let the explanations go in one ear and out the other.
The hands that had been working my thighs eventually brushed right up against my groin. It was almost the same situation as when he’d been spreading the oil earlier. Only this time his movements were a little more lingering, more blatant. Another millimeter and his fingers would have touched my private parts, yet Teacher continued the massage with complete composure.
Something about this...
From a while ago it had felt exactly as if he were testing the waters with my body.
A few scenes from the adult manga I’d read in the past floated up unbidden, and my cheeks flared hot. The incense burning in the room, the way his hands kept casually brushing against suggestive places... I hadn’t really thought about it, but looking back now, wasn’t this exactly the kind of setup that only ever appeared in dirty comics?
Just my imagination... right? It was Teacher, of all people. There was no way he would do something like that.
I had to keep fiction and reality separate. Thinking that just because I’d seen it in a manga it would happen in real life too... that was a little pathetic, wasn’t it?
Still, still, just in case. I should at least prepare myself mentally for the worst. If he really did touch my pussy, I would kick him with my heel right away. The tension made me clench my hips tight once more.
Fortunately, the thing I’d been dreading never actually happened. The way he rubbed along my groin with the edge of his hand felt a little strange, but in the end he stopped right at the edge without crossing the line.
It really had been needless worry. I kept thinking it, but my problem was always fretting over things that never came. Being prepared for danger was good, but sometimes I needed to give my heart a little more room to breathe.
Even now my Intuition was prickling and ringing its little alarm bells, but I could probably ignore that too. Lately its accuracy had been pretty terrible anyway.
Once he finished massaging around my groin, Yohan’s hands moved toward my hips. The light brush of his fingers against the underside of my buttocks was a little distracting, but this time I decided to stay relaxed. Humans learn from their mistakes, after all. I wouldn’t make the same one twice.
This time he’d just knead around the area and move on somewhere else, right?
...I was letting the tension go and reassuring myself with that thought when it happened.
It was a moment I hadn’t prepared for at all. The hands that had been firmly pressing into my thighs suddenly seized my buttocks in a hard, full grip. I couldn’t hold back the scream and jerked my head up.
“Kyaa...?!”
Ah... w-what?
My back and waist trembled a full beat later.