Yuzuru's gaze lingered on that expanse of white for a second, then he continued the massage as if nothing had happened.
But his hand movements became more meticulous—starting from the ankle, he moved slowly along the curve of the heel to the arch of the foot, and then gently grasped the rounded toes, leaving no inch of skin untouched, as if he were playing with a precious work of art.
It must be said that the girl's delicate feet felt amazing to the touch.
It is as white and tender as mutton fat jade, as smooth as silk, and as soft as if it were boneless. It seems that it would melt in your hand if you held it gently, making you love it so much that you can't put it down.
Don't get me wrong, he really was just giving a "massage".
"Hanyu-kun..." Aoko's voice trembled, "Is it... done yet...?"
"Bear with it, it'll be over soon." Yu Shengnan said this, but secretly injected a wisp of spiritual energy into her hand, accelerating the recovery of her injuries and making the girl's senses more acute.
"Mmm..."
Kuroba Chikage watched with great interest, thinking to herself that her master was indeed a great demon, even managing to make massages into something fancy.
However... looking at the girl whose ears were bright red, whom she had originally intended to be her daughter-in-law, she suddenly understood her master's perverse sense of humor.
Because it's really exciting!
Just being a spectator made her feel a little hot.
"Qingzi's feet are very beautiful; they need to be well cared for."
"No, no need..."
These words made the girl's ears turn bright red instantly. She hurriedly looked away, only to meet Kuroba Chikage's meaningful gaze.
"Aoko-chan's face is so red~" Kuroba Chikage stretched out her finger and gently tapped the girl's flushed cheek, with a hint of teasing, "Is it because Yuzuru-nii's massage was too comfortable?"
"No, no, that's not true!"
Aoko retorted, embarrassed and annoyed, but then cried out in surprise at Yuzuru's sudden increase in pressure, "Ah! Gently, gently..."
The strange noises sound like a massage to those who know the context, but others might think something else is wrong...
Kuroba Chikage chuckled softly and whispered something in Yuusuke Nan's ear.
A flicker of interest flashed in the boy's eyes, and he suddenly changed his technique—his index finger began to slowly slide up along the meridians on Qingzi's instep, infusing a wisp of spiritual energy with each inch of movement, leaping and weaving beneath her skin, bringing an unprecedented sense of stimulation.
"ah!"
Aoko suddenly arched her body. This stimulation was far beyond her tolerance. The girl's legs involuntarily tightened, as if she wanted to resist this indescribable feeling. However, the hem of her school uniform skirt was pushed up a bit, revealing more of her snow-white skin.
"Relax," Yuzuru's voice carried a seductive charm. "It'll be over soon. You don't want to be limping around afterward, do you?"
That's what he said, but his actions became increasingly tedious.
Sometimes he would gently scrape the soles of her feet with his fingertips, sometimes he would pinch her round toes and gently pull them, and he would even mischievously draw circles on the most sensitive spot on her ankle. The girl was made weak all over by him and could only lean helplessly against Kuroba Chikage's chest, panting softly, full of confusion and helplessness.
"Aunt Qianying..." The girl's eyes welled up with tears as she looked at the older woman for help, "Is this... really normal...?"
"Of course," Kuroba Chikage lied without batting an eye, her fingers gently stroking Aoko's long hair. "That's how massages are effective, you know~"
These naive little girls are the easiest to fool.
As she spoke, she winked at Yuzuru Nan.
The boy understood immediately, a slight, almost imperceptible smirk appearing on his lips. Suddenly, he pressed his thumb firmly against an acupoint on the sole of Qingzi's foot—
"Ah!" Aoko let out a sweet cry of surprise, her whole body trembling as if she had been electrocuted. A warm current rushed from the soles of her feet to the top of her head, instantly making her break out in a fine sweat that slid down her fair skin.
"Alright." Yu Shengnan released his grip at the opportune moment, enjoying the sight of the girl slumped on the sofa with satisfaction. "The bruising has dissipated."
Aoko was panting heavily, her cheeks flushed, and the stray hairs on her forehead were damp with sweat, clinging to her skin in strands, adding to her pitiful charm.
Her ankle was indeed no longer painful, but her whole body felt strangely weak, especially in a certain embarrassing area...
"Th-thank you..."
The girl thanked him in a voice barely audible.
She felt something was off, but couldn't quite put her finger on it—after all, her foot didn't hurt anymore, and Aunt Qianying had been there the whole time, so everything seemed to make sense...
Looking at Aoko's bewildered expression, Kuroba Chikage couldn't help but sigh inwardly. This silly girl had no idea what kind of "treatment" she had just undergone, and she was still saying thank you.
She glanced at her master, who was wiping his hands with an innocent expression, as if he wasn't the one who had just manipulated the girl.
"I'll go prepare the ingredients for dinner."
Kuroba Chikage rose gracefully.
Schools in Japan let out early in the afternoon.
So even though the "massage" took a long time, the sky outside was just beginning to darken, and a magnificent sunset painted the horizon, making the whole world look like a dream.
As she passed by Hanyu Nanami, she whispered in a voice only the two of them could hear, "Master is really...so mean~"
Yuzuru shrugged and watched Kuroba Chikage walk towards the kitchen.
He really was just giving a massage!
However, as a professional massage therapist, isn't it reasonable to charge a small amount of money for massaging customers?
Unfortunately, only one of Aoko's feet was injured; otherwise, he could have given her a buy-one-get-one-free opportunity to experience a more comprehensive "massage service."
Thinking this, Yuzuru Nan turned to Aoko, who was still catching her breath, with a hint of regret and considerately handed her a glass of water: "Are you feeling better?"
"Um......"
Aoko sipped her drink slowly, not daring to look the boy in the eye.
Her toes curled unconsciously, as if she was still savoring the sensation from just now.
After drinking a glass of water, the girl recovered.
Although the massage was a bit strange, her feet really don't hurt anymore! How amazing!
"Hanyu, your massage technique is amazing! Who taught you?" Aoko blinked her big eyes, instantly forgetting her earlier embarrassment. Her composure was truly astonishing.
She mainly wanted to learn so she could massage her mother.
Even a chuunibyou (middle school syndrome) girl has a filial heart.
"It's a family heirloom technique~" Yuzuru smiled mysteriously.
"Ah...Is that so...?"
The girl sighed in disappointment.
Since it's a family tradition, it seems she won't be able to learn it.
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