Chapter 27 It’s All Right. It’s Just a Little Shoulder Tapping
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
”Ah… ahh… mnn… ahh… nnh…”
I was currently in the midst of administering a shoulder-tapping treatment to Sensei, who had bravely insisted, “Please give me the same treatment as Owa-san.”
Sensei, who had already been profoundly sensitive during last night’s shoulder rub, seemed utterly incapable of resisting the sheer ecstasy of a full-power shoulder tapping. She let out ragged gasps, her expression slack and utterly dazed. It was devastatingly erotic. There was no way I could ever allow another man to witness this.
Thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump.
Jiggle, jiggle, jiggle, jiggle, jiggle, jiggle, jiggle.
”Nnh… ah… ahh… ahh… ahh… aah…”
”U-um, Anma-kun. Sensei has a rather… intense look on her face. Is she all right?” Owa-san asked.
”The Class President looked just like this a moment ago, so shouldn’t it be fine?” I replied.
”Yes… it just… feels… so good… so… I’m… okay…” Sensei gasped out.
”Wait, did I really look like that…? Was I actually making that kind of face?” Owa-san muttered to herself.
The Class President appeared reeling from the revelation, but that’s generally how the treatment goes. With that, I transitioned into a final shoulder rub and brought the session to a close.
”Ah… nnh… ah… ah… nff… haa… fuu…”
”All right, Sensei. We’re finished. Excellent work,” I said.
”Th-thank you. That was incredible. It felt as though my very body was being swept away by the tide,” Sensei replied.
She was covered in a light sheen of sweat, her eyes were moist, and her face was flushed—Sensei was a vision far too provocative for the eyes. The way her nubs were so prominently asserting themselves only served to amplify the eroticism.
Sensei, having just emerged from the depths of the massage, hadn’t noticed yet, but the Class President was turning a vivid shade of crimson. She had clearly realized that both her own and Sensei’s nubs were still standing firm. She peered up at me tentatively.
”Anma-kun, I don’t mind the shoulder rubs, but you might want to refrain from the shoulder tapping from now on,” the Class President said.
”Hmm, you think so? Well, if that’s how you feel, I won’t do it unless specifically requested,” I replied.
”No, I believe it should be prohibited entirely,” she insisted.
”Ehh, a total ban?” I asked.
Shoulder tapping felt like an exceptionally convenient method to provide pleasure to girls as an extension of a standard rub. It would be a significant loss to abandon it. I briefly wondered if flicking both their nubs right now to force a peak would make the whole issue vanish into a haze… No, while it might distract them, it would undoubtedly lead to even greater complications.
”If it’s a total ban, does that mean you and Sensei won’t receive it anymore? You both seemed to be enjoying yourselves just now, and you even mentioned wanting it every day,” I pointed out.
”Well, that’s…” she stammered.
Oh, she’s actually wavering. I might be able to press my advantage here.
”What about you, Sensei? Would you like to have the shoulder tapping again?” I asked.
”Yes, I’d definitely like to request it. My body feels even lighter compared to when I only had the rub yesterday,” Sensei replied.
”See? Sensei is in favor. So, how about we just leave it as an optional treatment I only perform upon request?” I suggested.
”I suppose… but I’m quite hesitant about the other girls seeing me make such a face,” the Class President said.
Well, I suppose nobody relishes being seen gasping with a completely melted expression. However, that shouldn’t be an issue.
”From tomorrow, we’ll be utilizing the proper treatment room, so it should be fine. The other girls won’t see you. And since Jane-san will be present, we won’t be alone anyway,” I explained.
”But you’ll still see me, Anma-kun. It’s embarrassing,” she argued.
”I’ll be positioned behind you, so I won’t see much unless you turn around. You really don’t need to worry about it,” I said.
”I suppose that’s true. If that’s the case, then perhaps it’s acceptable. But won’t they be able to hear my voice?” she asked.
”Owa-sama, please rest assured. By employing our magic ¹, we can ensure that no sound escapes the room desuwa,” Jane-san said.
”Really? Is that safe? What if someone tries to call out to us from the hallway?” Owa-san asked.
”There is no cause for concern. It is not magic that isolates sound from both sides; rather, it is a one-way spell that prevents sound from traveling from the interior to the exterior. You will still be perfectly capable of hearing voices from outside desuwa,” Jane explained.
So that’s how the logic worked. Well, if it weren’t designed that way, I wouldn’t be able to hear someone knocking, which would certainly be a nuisance.
”I see. Thank you very much,” the Class President said, nodding with a look of relief.
”If you’re satisfied with that, then can we agree that I simply won’t impose the shoulder tapping on anyone?” I asked.
”Yeah. It seems like it would be quite embarrassing to have it forced,” she replied.
”Understood, I’ll keep that in mind,” I said with a brief nod.
As long as I didn’t have to make it mandatory, it didn’t really bother me. If I were to ask the other girls, ‘Sensei and the Class President are receiving a combination of shoulder rubs and tapping, what would you prefer?’ I had a strong suspicion they’d all opt for the same treatment anyway.
”By the way, I didn’t get the full story of what happened when you massaged Sensei yesterday. Was Jane-san present then as well?” the Class President asked.
”No, Jane-san only joined me starting this morning, so last night it was just the two of us,” I replied.
”Ah, so you truly were alone…” she said, her face clouding with exasperation.
Was it really such a big deal?
”If rumors spread that a man was massaging a woman alone at night, it will inevitably be interpreted in a lewd manner. Please be more cautious, Anma-kun. Even the mere fact that you’re a male who has entered the women’s dormitory has made several of the maids suspicious of you. Your reputation will plummet. I warned Sensei as well, but she always seems to end up by your side before I can intervene,” the Class President cautioned.
”It was necessary to coordinate Anma-kun’s schedule. I believe last night’s session was an essential requirement,” Sensei added.
”Ah, right. I’ll be more careful,” I said.
I had a distinct feeling that Sensei wouldn’t be the one losing sleep over the gossip…
”Well, when Sensei acts on her intuition, things usually work out somehow, so meeting Anma-kun probably wasn’t a problem in itself. In fact, it doesn’t appear that anything untoward actually happened,” Owa-san noted.
”Then isn’t it perfectly fine?” I asked.
”It might not cause immediate trouble for Sensei or her surroundings, but your own standing, Anma-kun, is going to take a massive hit. Are you really okay with that? Since this morning, several maids have already come to interrogate me about the nature of your relationship with Sensei,” she said.
”Ah, that’s not good. Thank you for handling them…” I replied.
”You’re quite welcome,” the Class President said with a satisfied smile, before her expression softened into something slightly more apologetic.
”I’m sorry for being so abrasive earlier today. A lot has been happening, and I’ve been a bit high-strung. I apologize for being so harsh with you,” she said.
”No, I didn’t take it to heart, so don’t worry about it. But what exactly has been going on?” I asked.
”It’s nothing specific, just that I’ve found myself thrust into the role of representative for the girls. I’m being bombarded with requests and concerns from the ladies-in-waiting, the maids, and the other students in our class. Everyone is feeling anxious after being suddenly transported to a different world and forced to interact with strangers. But I’m sure things will stabilize soon enough, so I’ll be fine. My head feels much clearer since the shoulder rub, so I’m doing better. Thanks,” she explained.
If she was mentally fatigued to the point where the recovery from a High-Level Massage ² was that palpable, then she was far from ‘fine,’ wasn’t she…?
Admittedly, compared to Nishiyama-sensei—who, at a glance, looked like a physically developed but airheaded middle schooler—it was only natural that people would gravitate toward the Class President, who exuded the aura of a dependable leader.
Sensei also voiced her concern, saying, “Owa-san, please don’t overexert yourself.” Domestically speaking, I felt Sensei should be the one shouldering that burden, but I was also apprehensive about leaving the diplomatic relations with the locals entirely to her. While she was undeniably talented and could handle many tasks with ease, her demeanor and thought process were just so… ‘fluffy.’ I worried people would take advantage of her.
We clearly needed someone to manage and consolidate the communications from the palace staff. When I glanced toward Jane-san, our eyes locked. She gave a subtle, knowing nod. Was she planning to intervene?
”Thanks for listening to all of this. Well then, I think it’s time we headed back. Sensei, shall we?” Owa-san asked.
”Yes. Anma-kun, thank you very much,” Sensei said.
”You’re welcome. Sensei, Class President, please have a safe walk back,” I replied.
”It’s only a short distance, so there’s no need for concern, but thank you,” Owa-san said.
”I will report back on the quality of my sleep during breakfast tomorrow morning, so please look forward to it,” Sensei added.
”Ah, I’ll be waiting to hear about it,” I said.
With those parting words, the two of them departed. As the door clicked shut, Jane-san glided silently toward me.
”Regarding Owa-sama’s predicament, I shall dispatch a missive tonight to ensure that Her Highness the Princess is informed. It appears the administrative burden is exceeding what should be expected of a mere student desuwa,” Jane-san said.
”Is the Princess unaware of the situation?” I asked.
”I believe she recognizes that Owa-sama is acting as a coordinator and possesses the ability ³ to manage it. It is likely either that Her Highness holds Owa-sama in too high a regard, or that the maids are relying on her even more than anticipated desuwa,” Jane-san replied.
”I see,” I said.
She was the type of person who would push herself to the limit to achieve perfection if someone relied on her. Naturally, her reputation would grow, making her seem even more dependable. I couldn’t tell which factor was the primary cause.
When I voiced these thoughts, Jane-san nodded in agreement.
”Regardless of the underlying reason, the situation remains problematic desuwa. I suspect a dedicated assistant will be assigned to support Owa-sama. With a lady-in-waiting to act as a buffer, low-priority requests can be filtered out, and it would simplify things for Owa-sama if the point of contact is streamlined desuwa,” Jane-san explained.
”That makes sense. The Class President definitely needs to take it easier, so I’ll leave it in your hands,” I said.
”Very well, I shall begin drafting the letter immediately desuwa,” Jane-san said, seating herself at the desk to write. I hoped this would resolve the issue.
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Author’s Note:
Maid: (Nishiyama-sama… following last night, she visits a man’s room again—and this time accompanied by a student—and then both of them emerge with their nubs standing firm… just what kind of depraved activities were they engaged in? I think I’ll have to consult the maid network and see what everyone else thinks about this…)
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Summary:
Anma performs an intense ‘shoulder-tapping’ massage on Sensei, causing her to lose herself in pleasure while the Class President watches in shock. Owa-san warns Anma about his deteriorating reputation and reveals her own mental exhaustion from acting as the group’s representative. Jane-san notices Owa-san’s struggle and decides to petition the Princess for professional support to lighten her load. As the women leave, a maid notices their disheveled state, ensuring that scandalous rumors about Anma’s room will continue to spread.
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Character Insight:
This chapter underscores the growing disparity between Nishiyama-sensei’s naive intuition and Owa-san’s heavy burden of responsibility. While Sensei is the ‘adult’ in name, her youthful appearance and ‘fluffy’ attitude cause others to look to the more mature Owa-san, leading to the latter’s burnout. Anma shows a growing awareness of his social standing, though his focus remains on the efficacy of his massages. Jane-san continues to act as a silent guardian, proactively managing political and social risks for the group.
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Behind the Scene:
The use of ‘one-way magic’ for the room illustrates the power dynamics in the palace—allowing residents privacy from the inside while remaining accessible to those outside. The ‘Maid Network’ is a classic trope used to facilitate plot movement through rumor and social pressure.
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Notes:
• Jane – A maid with light blue hair. She has an AA-cup breast size and is desperate for breast enhancement.
• Nishiyama – The homeroom teacher and math instructor. She has a short stature, a womanly body with a large chest and rounded hips, and speaks in a gentle manner. Wears a white dress cinched at the waist. Her Job is Flower Mage.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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