Chapter 53 The Third Night Massage ⑥
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
”Pardon me… I trust it’s a good time to come in?” asked the Class President.
Owa Kumi entered just as Corinna finished tidying up. I’d already retreated to the top of the bed. She was late – perhaps Sasaki Akari had done me a favor and stalled her at the door? On second thought, I hadn’t asked for a wingman, and I doubted she’d go out of her way for me. Maybe they were just gossiping about the foot rub. Regardless, I was planning to spill the beans during tomorrow’s Appraisal¹ anyway, so it wasn’t like it was a state secret.
Owa-san stepped toward me, unpinning her shawl and draping it over Corinna’s waiting arms. Without the cover, the peaks of her dress left absolutely nothing to the imagination – her nipples were already straining against the fabric, hard and defiant. Wait, I haven’t even touched her yet! Why is she already at full attention? I tried to keep my eyes from being caught in the gravitational pull of her chest, desperately fixing my gaze on her face instead.
Flushed and wearing a playful smirk, she caught me looking. She crossed her arms right under her bust, causing those “explosive” breasts of hers to jiggle and sway with a mind of their own. It was a lost cause. My eyes were sucked right back down.
”Hmph,” she hummed. Owa-san gave a satisfied little sound, turned her back to me, and sat down so close we were practically one person. Then, with a soft thud, she leaned her full weight against me. I caught her instinctively. Her long, loose hair spilled over my arms like silk, carrying the intoxicating scent of wildflowers. Through my tunic, I could feel the radiating heat of her back.
”Class President? Is everything okay?” I asked.
”Nothing at all♪ Now, quit stalling and get to those shoulders,” she replied.
Sakura-san, we have a problem. The Class President wasn’t just “off” – she was operating on a completely different frequency. This wasn’t me trying to woo her; this was a calculated ambush. She was seducing me.
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When I tried to create a little professional distance to actually work on her shoulders, she pouted, grumbling about why I was “pulling away.” Why? Because it’s physically impossible to massage someone while fused to their spine, that’s why! Still, I managed to start the session.
”Mmm…♡ Hehe… I heard the news from Akari, Anma-kun. You’ve added ‘hair removal’ to your repertoire, haven’t you? Shaving my pits is such a chore, and I’m always worried I’ve missed a spot. Do you think you could give me an oil massage… once I’ve slipped out of these clothes?” Owa-san asked.
”Absolutely not. Sasaki-san had a swimsuit, but you? You can’t just strip down, Class President!” I countered.
Given the state of her nipples earlier, she definitely wasn’t wearing a bra. Taking that dress off would be a point of no return. I mean, don’t get me wrong – if she’s offering a viewing, I’m buying front-row tickets. I want to see them so bad it hurts! Damn it, Sakura-san! Her warnings were like a cold bucket of water over my head. I felt like I was going to weep tears of blood from the sheer frustration.
”Ah…♡ I’ll hide my chest with my hands, silly♪ Though… I suppose they might slip when you’re working on my underarms. You might get a peek after all. Hehe…♡ If that happens, I guess I’ll just have to make Anma-kun ‘take responsibility’ for what he sees♡” Owa-san said playfully.
Take responsibility? Does she mean I get to claim her right here and now? Because I will sign that contract in a heartbeat. Besides, there is no way in hell her hands are big enough to cover those mountain peaks. Give me a break!
”W-well, tomorrow at the earliest. I’m doing a group Appraisal tomorrow, so we’ll talk after that. Maybe you can get a swimsuit made by then?” I suggested.
”Oh, how cold. I’m sure Souya-chan will do her best, but I doubt she can outfit everyone in one night. I told her to put me last on the list… so if mine isn’t ready by tomorrow… well, you know♪” she teased.
Then we do it the day after! Or not? No, if it’s tomorrow, I won’t have Sakura-san breathing down my neck. If she’s dead set on being naked tomorrow, I’m going for it. I’m rubbing those boobs. It’s not my fault – she’s the one trying to undress!
”Fine. Tomorrow then. Be prepared,” I said.
”Hehe…♡ You’re the one who needs to be prepared, Anma-kun♡” Owa-san replied.
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”Ah…♡ Ahhh…♡ Mmm…♡”
The Class President’s chest was bouncing with a life of its own today. I cursed the fact that I hadn’t set up a mirror. Honestly, considering how “unhinged” she was acting, she probably would have thanked me for it. She’d probably enjoy me staring at her tits while they bounced. She was that far gone into the “lewd” zone.
”Class President, does that feel good?” I asked.
”Yes…♡ It feels incredible…♡ Ohhh…♡ Don’t stop… make me feel even better…♡” she moaned.
She wasn’t even trying to muffle her sounds. She was pouring on the sex appeal, and it was doing a number on my crotch. What the hell did she and Jane talk about to make her this aggressive? I had to stop. My “lower half” was reaching its breaking point. A thirsty Class President is a dangerous thing…
”Mmm… hngh… Oh? Is that it? You can keep going, you know… I won’t mind…” Owa-san said.
”No, I think you’re plenty ‘relaxed’ for now,” I replied.
I pulled my hands away, despite her looking like a puppy who’d been denied a treat. She turned around, looking at me with those pleading, misty eyes, her massive breasts pressing right against me… She was practically begging for it.
It’s fine, right? I can just… take her… right?
I was about to shut down my brain and reach for her when Corinna let out a sharp, pointed cough. Right. Not today. Danger.
Owa-san looked genuinely disappointed as she stood up, but then a predatory, seductive smile spread across her lips as she crawled back onto the bed. Wait, why?! That is not a “Class President” face!
”Hehe…♡ Look at you… you’re so hard…♡ Why don’t I make you feel better instead…?” she whispered.
Before I could protest, she started stroking my cock through my pants. Holy-! Her touch was clinical and devastating. Why did she have to be this motivated on the one day I actually had to behave?
Maybe if we’re quiet? No, Sakura-san has a sixth sense for this stuff. She’d know.
”N-no, Class President. Everyone’s right outside…” I stammered.
”I put up a soundproofing spell². No one can hear a thing♡” she whispered.
”Still, it’s too sudden! You might regret it later. Just… think about it until tomorrow. If you still want to do this tomorrow, I’m all yours,” I insisted.
Why am I the one saying no?! Damn you, Sakura-san! If she hadn’t gotten in my head, I could have had her first time tonight. Fate is a cruel mistress.
”Hmph. Tomorrow, then. You think my feelings are just going to vanish? I’m almost insulted. But fine… tomorrow. Be prepared. Oh, but…” Owa-san paused.
The temperature in the room seemed to drop ten degrees. Her smile turned sharp.
”If you turn me down and then let Jane-san tempt you… I won’t be responsible for what happens. I’ll make sure you can never look at another woman again. Understood?” she asked.
”Yes, ma’am…” I replied.
”Good boy♡ See you then,” she said.
She swept out of the room. I was a wreck. I missed my chance for a peak-performance session with the Class President and I got a death threat regarding Jane. Curse you, Sakura-san! This is all your fault!
I wondered what kind of war was going on between her and Jane. Was Jane pulling the strings, or was the Class President just losing her mind?
”Um… Anma-sama? Are you actually going to keep that promise to Owa-sama?” Corinna asked.
”I don’t think I have a choice… I’m terrified of what ‘never looking at another woman’ entails. I’d love it if she just seduced me harder, but I have a feeling it’ll involve more… permanent measures,” I answered.
”I see. Well, in that case, I’ll take care of you tonight. I won’t let Anma-sama go to bed frustrated, I promise!” Corinna said.
I’m pretty sure the Class President meant “don’t sleep with anyone else,” but Corinna was looking so motivated and cute… and technically, I wasn’t breaking the letter of the law, right? Let’s go with that.
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”Yo! Saving the best for last!” said Haneda Shizuku.
A little while after Owa-san left, Haneda – the final one of the night – strolled in. When she heard “massage,” she’d requested a hand rub. She was either a genius or just a complete weirdo. Seriously, which is more awkward for a girl: a shoulder rub over clothes, or someone intimately kneading her bare hands?
”Man, I’m totally down for the hair removal too. But without a swimsuit, I’m a no-go. I’ll wait until tomorrow or the day after. Just the hands for now!” Haneda said.
”Sure, whatever you want,” I replied.
So the hair removal was a hit. And yeah, “no swimsuit, no service” was the common-sense approach. Hear that, Class President? Even Haneda gets it. If the suit isn’t ready, you wait.
I started working on her hands, hitting the pressure points I’d identified with my Pleasure Sight³.
”But man, Anma, you’ve got it rough. If it’s too much, I can wait, you know?” Haneda remarked.
”Rough? What do you mean?” I asked.
”Are you kidding? Between the massages and the hair removal, every girl in this palace is going to be clawing at you. You’re going to be working like a rented mule from tomorrow on. It sounds exhausting,” she explained.
”I guess. It’s a useful skill. I actually want to zap my own beard,” I said.
”Hahaha, you are getting a bit scruffy. Want me to shave it for you? I’ll give you a real ‘cool guy’ look,” she laughed.
”I’ll pass. I value my nose too much to let you near it with a blade,” I teased.
”Hey! I’m not that clumsy! Rude!” she shouted.
I’m pretty sure she is. And what the hell is a “cool guy” shave anyway? It’s a face, not a topiary.
I took her other hand and kept working.
”Hmm. Hand massages are weird. Is this actually doing anything?” she asked.
”I’m hitting the points for relaxation. It might not feel like a deep tissue rub, but it should help you sleep. It’s just not as ‘intense’ as the other stuff,” I explained.
”Yeah, I definitely need the full-body treatment starting tomorrow. You’re on the hook!” Haneda said.
”Yeah, yeah. We’re done for tonight,” I replied.
”Okay-doke! Thanks, Anma. See ya tomorrow!” she chirped.
She waved a cheery goodbye and bounced out. She hadn’t even bothered taking off her shawl. Man, hand massages are a bust. They don’t do anything for my frustration. Maybe that’s for the best.
”Anma-sama, great work today. That’s the last of them. We’ll handle the cleanup, so please, take a rest,” Corinna said.
Corinna slipped out, leaving me alone. I flopped onto the bed and exhaled. I was spent. Mentally, mostly. I never realized how much energy it took to turn down a beautiful woman who was practically offering herself on a silver platter.
As I was staring at the ceiling, the door creaked open. Jane entered.
”Anma-sama, you look exhausted~desuwa,” Jane said.
”You have no idea. Jane, what is going on with the Class President?” I asked.
”Ah, I thought you might ask. She had a very… triumphant… look on her face when she left this room,” Jane replied.
Jane gave a dry chuckle. Seriously, what had gotten into her?
”Before we get into that, there’s something you need to know. Something important,” Jane said.
”Oh? What now?” I asked.
”Actually, among the summoners, it seems there is someone with a Job that ‘makes people around them feel more lewd’ and ‘reduces people’s sense of avoidance regarding lewd things.’ Have you noticed anything… unusual?” Jane asked.
Unusual? My mind flashed back to the Class President trying to stroke me through my trousers.
”You have no idea.”
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Author:
Owa (back in her room): “Oh my god… why did I say those things…?”
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Summary:
Anma finishes his nightly massage sessions with Owa Kumi and Haneda Shizuku. Owa, the Class President, becomes uncharacteristically aggressive and seductive due to a hidden ‘lewd aura’ status effect. The chapter ends with Jane revealing the existence of a Summoner whose Job influences the sexual inhibitions of those nearby.
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Character Insight:
Owa Kumi’s ‘closet pervert’ nature is fully unleashed, showing a possessive and predatory side. Anma struggles with his internal conflict between desire and the warnings given by Sakura-san.
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Behind the Scenes:
The ‘lewd aura’ is a common trope in R-18 isekai novels used to justify sudden harem developments and personality shifts in female leads.
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TL Notes:
Notes:
• Owa Kumi – The class representative. A responsible student who asks logical questions about the summoning. Like the teacher, she is noted to have a large bust. Ponytail black hair, wear glasses, sharp and determined eyes.
• Corinna – A maid with black hair wearing a maid outfit. She is described as having very large breasts that bounce when she moves.
• Akari – Female classmate with semi-long hair (157cm). D-cup breasts. Interested in foot and leg massages; prone to romantic delusions.
• Sakura – Sakura Yui. A petite student with super-long black hair (145cm) and an A-cup chest.
• Souya – Kuroki Souya. A scatterbrained girl. Female classmate. C-cup breasts. Polite and somewhat shy. Has the ability to create clothing.
• Jane – A maid with light blue hair. She has an AA-cup breast size and is desperate for breast enhancement.
• Shizuku – 158cm, C-cup, brown hair in a bob cut.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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