Chapter 61
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 61
Chapter Title: 6.13 Naughty Teasing with Yuuki? 2
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“Huu... Nng...”
This is a massage. A massage.
I'm not doing anything weird.
I'm just giving a massage.
I press my thumbs into her calves and work my way up to the back of her knee.
I slide up to her knee, then press down and glide back to her calf.
Up from the calf, down from the knee.
Up, then down.
I repeat the motion several times just like that.
“Haa... Ah...!”
Every time my fingers dug in with pressure, Yuuki let out a soft moan.
...I'm clearly just giving a massage.
So why are you making those weird noises?
You aren't thinking anything strange, are you? Right, Yuuki?
“Eut... Ueut... Hic...!”
I press firmly into the back of her knee and rub in circles.
Yuuki's legs twitch like they’re itchy.
I pretend not to notice her reactions and keep massaging.
“Huu.”
I straddle Yuuki's calves as she lies prone.
Next up after the knees: thighs.
Did she sense it was their turn?
Yuuki's snow-white thighs quivered faintly.
I press my entire palm into one thigh and stroke upward.
“Haat... Nai, busu...!”
Yuuki's whole body trembled at the sensation.
Yuuki's bare skin clung to my palm like sticky rice cake.
It felt incredible.
Smooth skin. Soft texture. Muscles brimming with elasticity.
Even with her legs stretched straight and tensed, there was no hard, manly muscle to be felt.
It was unmistakably different from the muscular thighs of a guy like me—pure, squishy girl thighs.
“Huu, uung...”
Was it just my imagination that made Yuuki's voice sound so lewd?
『Naibusu! Don't defile Yuu! You scum! Pervert! Trash!』
...Guess it wasn't just my imagination.
At the very least, Akane in the next room was having a way more intense delusion than me.
I was worried she might snap and burn the house down.
“Hut?!”
Whoops.
I got distracted by Akane, and my hand slipped.
The hand kneading Yuuki's thigh “accidentally” pressed into the spot between her thigh and hip.
“Haaang?!”
-Squeeze.
Yuuki jolted and twisted her body at the touch to her sensitive spot.
I hadn't meant to target anywhere specific.
My hand just moved on its own, beyond my control.
“...Sorry, Yuuki. My hand slipped.”
I offered a perfunctory apology I didn't really mean.
Even though I knew Yuuki wouldn't get mad over something like this anyway.
“I-it's fine. Don't worry about it and keep going.”
Just the reaction I'd expected.
...Does that mean I can touch more?
Yuuki's body is so springy and chewy—it's addictive to touch.
There's a different kind of allure compared to touching a normal girl's body.
She gave permission, too.
And if she doesn't mind, maybe it's okay to touch a little more?
As I thought that, something caught my eye.
Yuuki's ears on both sides.
Her face was still buried in the pillow, out of sight.
But the tips of her ears, visible even from behind, were flushed a deep red—like something was seriously wrong.
Her translucent-white nape was tinged pink, too. Not just the nape—her whole body was flushed like it was burning with fever.
And above all—
“Yuuki, you...”
I started to mention it, then clamped my mouth shut.
If I pointed it out—if I said her panties were soaked in a certain spot—things between me and Yuuki might veer into irreversible territory.
......Yeah. Just ignore it. Pretend I didn't see.
It's a natural reaction. Just like a guy gets hard when touching a girl's body, a girl getting wet from a guy's touch is just basic physiology.
Nothing deep about it. Same as how I'm pitching a tent right now.
..........Is it really just physiological?
“...Naibusu?”
“Ah.”
I zoned out staring at Yuuki's damp panties.
She probably doesn't even realize they're wet. She's still not used to her girl's body, that's all. No need for me to make it awkward by mentioning it.
“Yuuki, wanna flip over?”
“Ah, sure.”
I suggested it to diffuse the awkwardness.
Yuuki slowly rolls over as I asked.
...Wait a sec.
I realized too late, after saying it.
Parts that weren't visible face-down would be on full display face-up.
The state of things down below for me and Yuuki—she didn't need to see that.
I quickly grab a bundle of clothes nearby and toss it over her face to cover it.
“Hm? What's this?”
It was my gym uniform.
Might still smell since I haven't washed it, but no choice right now.
Had to make do in a pinch.
“Cover your eyes with that.”
“My eyes?”
“You know massages work better if you cover your eyes, right?”
“R-really?”
Not bad logic for something I made up on the spot.
Yuuki looked puzzled but draped the gym uniform over her face anyway.
“Yuuki, no need to cover your whole face.”
Just the eyes would've been fine.
But Yuuki had the uniform over not just her eyes, but her nose, mouth—her entire face.
Wouldn't that make it hard to breathe?
“N-no, it's fine. Actually better this way—no light gets in.”
“Hm... Well, if it's more comfy for you.”
Yeah, that covers it for sure.
Worked out great for me, honestly.
...But.
Is it really great?
-Gulp.
Facing Yuuki in her underwear head-on, I swallowed dryly.
My throat felt parched. I could feel a bead of sweat trickling down my temple.
Not from the massage being tiring.
I was tense.
Seeing Yuuki's half-naked body had me on edge.
Snow-white skin. Perky breasts swelling up. Panties growing damp.
...Let's be honest.
Deep down, I was boiling with desire.
Having her cover her face might've been a mistake.
With her face hidden, Yuuki's body was undeniably that of a girl.
My brain and body registered it as nothing but “a woman's body.” It didn't matter that its owner used to be a guy or my friend. All that existed there was “a woman.”
Setting aside that Yuuki was originally a guy and judging objectively, it was a top-tier figure. Slender yet perfectly balanced, breasts not too big or small, an ideal proportion.
“Naibusu? Need anything else?”
She asked since I'd gone quiet.
“N-no. Ahem.”
I cleared my throat awkwardly and resumed the massage.
I lift one of Yuuki's legs onto my knee.
Grab her foot and knead the calf.
“Huu... Suu...”
Yuuki sighs in what seems like pleasure.
For some reason, even her breathing sounded seductive.
“Uung... Aah...”
Every time my fingers stimulated her body, she trembled and moaned.
Yuuki was just entrusting her body to me completely.
Blissfully unaware of what thoughts seeing her body might spark in me.
“Suu... Haa... There, feels good...”
Yuuki trusted me without a shred of doubt.
She'd handed herself over to me entirely.
“Ah... Naibusu... Haaang...!”
...Was that voice for Akane's ears in the next room?
That sultry tone would mislead anyone who heard it.
“Sorry. Did that hurt?”
“...No. It's fine. Do the upper part too.”
The upper part.
Her thigh, huh.
I tuck one of Yuuki's legs under my armpit and start kneading her thigh with both hands.
“Eut...!”
The plump flesh shifts shape under my hands.
It distorts with every squeeze, then bounces back when I release.
“Haut...!”
Red handprints bloom on her pale thigh.
Something about the sight tickled deep inside me.
“Haa... Nng...”
It wasn't just her panties getting wet.
Yuuki's breaths were growing damper by the second.
This wasn't lewd stuff.
Yet even I flinched at how erotic Yuuki's voice sounded.
“Haa, Naibusu... Aah... Naibusu...!”
...Yuuki's acting was impressive.
It almost tricked me into thinking she was really feeling it from my touch.
......Almost, right?
I force myself to glance at Yuuki's panties again.
The wet stain is spreading wider.
The pure white fabric has darkened, thoroughly soaked.
Those panties seemed to tempt me.
Begging me to touch. To strip them off.
Calling out that an aroused woman's hole waited inside.
I want to touch it. Peel them off. Thrust in. Bury my face and lick like a dog.
What if... I did touch?
How would Yuuki react?
“Haa, Naibusu, aah...!”
Would she get mad?
No. Yuuki never gets mad at me, no matter what.
Not even if I touched her panties, stripped them, groped directly—or lost control and pinned her down right here.
She'd blame herself for carelessly tempting me with this body, not me for pouncing.
Then? Would she freak out and bolt like last time?
Nah, she might even see it as a perfect chance to show Akane.
If I pinned her now, I wouldn't lose anything. This was her idea from the start, right?
So maybe it's fine? Maybe she wants me to touch?
“Naibusu, there, ah, there...!”
Yuuki writhes like she's trying to escape my hands.
But her bucking hips looked like she was demanding more touch.
Her flesh twisted lewdly, craving greater pleasure.
Begging for stronger stimulation, more direct caresses.
...Yeah.
Yuuki's enjoying it too, isn't she?
Deep down, she probably wants it.
Wants me to touch. Wants me to pounce.
She wouldn't act like this otherwise.
Good for Yuuki, good for me.
No one's hurt, right?
So let's touch.
I reach straight for Yuuki's panties—
-BAM!!
A deafening crash, like the door was being smashed in.
...No need to guess who knocked.
“Naibusu—!!”
It was Akane.