Shuichi felt a wave of warmth and slickness spreading across his back, as if every pore on his skin had opened up to soak in the nourishing oil.
To be honest, he usually disliked greasy sensations—especially the feeling of oiliness when washing dishes, which he found absolutely unbearable.
But at this moment, the touch of the essential oil was an entirely different experience!
Fumika was lying on his back, warming more oil between her hands before gently applying it from his shoulders down to his arms.
With her fair, soft hands, she carefully kneaded his muscles, occasionally giving light pats to help the oil absorb faster. At the same time, she gently reminded him:
"Chiba-kun, relax a little more. Don't tense up. Take a deep breath... try to loosen your muscles..."
"I got it, but... isn't there something you forgot, Madam?"
Shuichi let out a long, contented sigh, his whole body sinking into a misty, cloud-like sensation—a strong feeling of unreality washing over him.
"Forgot what?"
"Isn't an essential oil massage usually supposed to start with the head and face?" Shuichi murmured.
Hearing this, Fumika gasped softly, her breath slightly unsteady. Her whole body felt even hotter now—so warm that the oil didn't even need to be rubbed in; just applying it to the skin was enough to generate heat.
"Didn't Chiba-kun want the oil to be applied like this…?"
"That doesn't mean it's a contradiction, does it? This method works just fine for the face too." Shuichi reached back and wrapped his arms around Fumika.
Fumika had no way to refuse the boy's expectant gaze. "If Chiba-kun really wants that, then… then I suppose it's fine…"
"I'm looking forward to it. Please, Madam, don't hold back on me." Shuichi playfully patted her ass.
The feel of it was much better than that of the pervy student council president.
Fumika carefully got off the bed to prepare again, while Shuichi flipped over and sat up, taking a short break—he might run out of oxygen later, so it was best to catch his breath now.
However, the moment he sat up, he suddenly realized… something was off.
The massage room door… Why did it seem like it wasn't fully closed?
Before going to take a shower, he had clearly checked—it had been locked from the inside.
Last Saturday, he had taken advantage of the door being slightly ajar to sneak in and ambush Fumika, so he still had a clear memory of what a properly closed door should look like.
Right now, it was obviously just slightly open.
Gazing thoughtfully at the gap, he noticed faint shifts in light and shadow—it seemed like someone was spying on them!
Shuichi immediately identified the culprit. No need to think too hard—it had to be Sayuki!
Besides himself and Fumika, she was the only other person with a key.
Interesting…
So eager to be part of this, huh?
Didn't get an invitation to listen in, so now she's sneaking a peek instead?
Shuichi picked up his phone from the nearby cart and sent a message.
[Enjoying the view, Sayuki-san?]
A faint vibration came from outside the door—so subtle that Fumika didn't notice at all.
But Shuichi, sharp-eared and already expecting a reaction, caught it immediately.
[What do you mean, 'enjoying the view'?]
The sliver of light in the door gap flickered wildly for a moment, betraying the sudden movement outside.
[I mean the photos of my body. Sayuki-san, are you doing something with them right now?]
This time, there was no vibration.
Clearly, Sayuki had switched her phone to silent mode.
[You think your body is good enough to even count as a snack?]
[But doesn't Sayuki-san just love tormenting me?]
Sayuki ignored his provocation and got straight to the point.
[The lace set you wanted—I found it. I packed it up and left it by the massage room door. Don't forget to take it later.]
[Much appreciated, Sayuki-san. What are you up to right now?]
[Showering.]
[Oh? Showering? No wonder I thought I heard faint water sounds. In that case, how about sending me a pic of those bubble-covered thighs in the bathtub?]
[…Aren't you supposed to be all over my sister right now? You still have time to flirt with me? Or… are you already done? That fast?]
Shuichi felt a wave of exasperation.
[How could it be over?! We're just getting started!]
[Alright, sure.]
…That half-hearted tone.
Shuichi couldn't help but feel annoyed, an impulse rising within him—he had the sudden urge to storm to the door, drag her inside, and pin her down on the bed for some well-deserved payback.
Too bad… he still wasn't strong enough to overpower her.
Sayuki had been working out for far longer than just a couple of years. According to Fumika, she had been training consistently since middle school. There was no way someone like him—who had only worked out for two days—could hold her down.
[By the way, Sayuki-san, since you and Fumika-san are twins, does that mean your 'needs' are the same too? You must have your own ways as well, right?]
[What exactly are you trying to say?]
[Could it be that the fingers you used to lift my chin today… Sayuki-san, you're so perverted.]
[Heh, I'll remember that. Tomorrow, I'll stretch you properly. Let's see if you still have this much courage then.]
[…]
Just as he was processing the ominous reply, a soft voice pulled him back to the present.
"Chiba-kun, are you ready? Shall we start?"
Fumika crossed her arms over her chest—whether to cover herself or to maintain the oil's warmth, Shuichi couldn't tell. Her face was flushed with shyness as she asked softly, "Chiba-kun, are you ready?"
Shuichi put down his phone, taking a moment to properly admire Madam's figure before finally lying back down, satisfied. "Then, I'll be in your care, Madam."
Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced toward the door. The gap was still there—Sayuki hadn't left.
Bold move.
She must have realized he had noticed her by now, right?
Just as that thought crossed his mind, the light above him suddenly dimmed.
Lost in distraction, Shuichi found his vision completely blocked by Fumika's big boobs.
A warm, slick sensation spread across his face, the rich fragrance of essential oils filling his nose…
…..
Outside the door, Sayuki bit her lower lip tightly, staring intently at the scene inside. As she listened to Shuichi letting out all sorts of embarrassing sounds, she silently complained in her heart.
Seriously, san… just going along with whatever he says… to this extent?!
But then again, looking at her sister's expression—so content, so full of joy—was it really that enjoyable?
And this guy… Why does he always manage to drag things out for so long?
Not only that, but how does he still have the energy to handle that level of training the next day? With his physical condition, it shouldn't even be possible…
Suspicion flickered through Sayuki's mind for a brief moment before her attention was drawn to something else—the bath towel.
…Why did it look higher than it had yesterday?
Was it just her imagination?
Hmm…
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