It was now Arisa’s turn to massage Yuzuru.
“…Alright, I’ll start.”
With that, Arisa placed her hands on Yuzuru’s shoulders.
Pressing firmly with her thumbs, she began working into his muscles.
“How is it?”
“Just right…”
(…Ah, this might actually be really good.)
While Yuzuru had been far more interested in giving a massage than receiving one, Arisa’s touch turned out to be unexpectedly pleasant.
Perhaps he’d been more tense than he’d realised.
“You can fall asleep if you like, you know?”
“Yeah…”
That said—
He wasn’t quite relaxed enough to fall asleep.
Because Arisa was sitting on his back.
(…She’s actually kind of… sizeable.)
Yuzuru found himself recalling what he’d seen earlier.
Every time Arisa shifted her body to massage him more thoroughly, her hips moved against his back.
“Next, I’ll do your legs.”
“Alright.”
She lifted herself off him.
Yuzuru felt a faint sense of disappointment.
“They’re quite tense.”
Murmuring that, Arisa began working on his thighs.
Then gradually moved down to his calves.
After a long-distance run, having his slightly swollen legs massaged felt wonderful.
And then—
“Ow!”
Yuzuru’s leg jerked involuntarily.
A sharp pain shot through him as soon as she pressed his foot.
He quickly snapped back to attention.
“Sorry, Arisa… are you alright?”
“I’m fine. I’m the one who should apologise. Did it hurt?”
“Well… yeah.”
Honestly, it hurt quite a bit.
But—
Apparently, painful pressure points meant something was off with your body.
Or so he’d heard.
“Go ahead.”
“Alright… I’ll try to be gentler.”
This time, she pressed more softly.
Still painful—
But just on the edge of being… oddly satisfying.
“Ugh…”
“Are you okay?”
“I-I’m fine… keep going… ah—”
She asked if he was okay—
But showed no mercy.
Yuzuru groaned as he asked—
“…Are you getting back at me for earlier?”
“Of course not. I’m simply returning the favour.”
That sounded suspiciously like she was holding a grudge.
Still, he let her continue.
It was a mild revenge at worst—
And painful as it was, it did feel good too.
Meanwhile, Arisa—
“How about here?”
Perhaps she was starting to enjoy herself—
A faint smile formed on her lips as she searched for particularly sensitive spots on his feet.
Each time she pressed one, Yuzuru’s body twitched.
“Ugh… a bit gentler…”
“Here we go!”
“H-hey, Arisa-san!?”
As he squirmed, she laughed happily.
She seemed to be having such a good time that he couldn’t bring himself to tell her to stop.
Though he did make a mental note to buy a foot massage machine online later.
“…Hm?”
At some point, Yuzuru stirred from a light doze.
His eyes opened slightly, still unfocused.
(…I was getting a massage…)
It seemed he’d fallen asleep midway.
Yawning, he tried to sit up—
But noticed his clothes were being tugged.
“…Ah.”
It was a girl with beautiful flaxen hair.
Peacefully asleep, breathing softly, one hand clutching his shirt.
Yuzuru swallowed.
(…I want to marry her.)
That was the thought that came to mind.
She was—
Like an angel. Or a fairy.
That kind of adorableness.
Almost unconsciously, he reached out and gently stroked her hair.
It was smooth—silky to the touch.
Next, he lightly poked her cheek.
His finger sank softly into her fair skin.
Arisa simply smiled faintly in her sleep, looking blissfully content.
“…”
Slowly—
Yuzuru’s hand moved towards her chest, the soft rise beneath her thin shirt.
Through the fabric, he gently prodded it with a finger.
It felt—
Incredibly soft.
Then his gaze shifted to her long, pale legs.
Carefully—
He traced a finger along her inner thigh.
“Ah…”
A small sound escaped her lips.
Yuzuru’s heart leapt.
…But she didn’t wake.
He let out a quiet breath of relief—
And grew a little bolder, letting his hand roam over her skin.
It was smooth and warm.
Whether naturally or through care—likely both—there wasn’t even a trace of roughness.
He could’ve kept touching her forever.
(So soft…)
Next, he reached for what he’d been curious about all along—
Her hips.
Gently, he squeezed.
Firm muscle beneath soft flesh.
The texture was… excellent.
Still, if he went too far, she might wake.
So he slowly withdrew his hand and looked at her face.
Her skin was faintly flushed.
But she showed no sign of waking.
“…She’s beautiful.”
The words slipped out.
He brushed a strand of hair away from her face.
Then, he touched her lips.
They were soft and slightly moist—perhaps she’d applied lip balm.
His heart pounded loudly in his chest.
Slowly, he leaned closer—
“…That’s probably not a good idea.”
At the very last moment, Yuzuru came back to his senses.
