Chapter 71 The Fourth Day ②
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
”That’s it for the hand massage. I’ll move to your feet next. Please lie on your back on the mat,” I said.
”Yes, I understand,” Sensei replied.
I had her sit on a bath chair while I worked on her arms with the oil. It might have been easier if I’d set up a table or something, but no matter how big this bathroom is, it’s not exactly furnished for a professional clinic.
I guided her onto the mat that Corinna had prepared earlier and had her lie back. It was impressive how her massive breasts held their shape even while she was reclined, but I had to keep my eyes on the prize for now.
”I’ll start with your soles,” I said.
”Yes…” she whispered.
First, I began by kneading the pressure points from the tips of her toes to her heels. There are so many points that even with my Pleasure Sight¹, it’s a bit of a blur, but I put my faith in the skill and my High-Level Massage² as I applied pressure.
I drizzled oil over her feet, ankles, shins, knees, and thighs, rubbing it in thoroughly to ensure every inch was covered. I wasn’t sure if Pleasure Sight had updated at some point or if it was something else, but I could intuitively tell the oiled skin apart from the dry spots. I did a final sweep before moving on. The inner thighs and the base of her legs were particularly sensitive, so I spent some extra time kneading there-partly for the job, partly for my own enjoyment.
”Ah… hngh… Anma-kun³… please, can we move to the next spot soon?” she pleaded.
”Of course. In that case, please turn over onto your stomach,” I replied.
Once I finished the front of her legs, it was time for the back. Since Sensei had finally voiced a protest, I had her flip over and started again from the toes.
I let my hands wander over her slender yet firm calves and thighs as I worked my way up toward her seat. Every time I stroked her skin, she let out a soft “Ah” or “Nn,” which was music to my ears.
Her bottom, small but perfectly rounded like a peach, was mostly hidden by her swimsuit. It was a shame, really. I drizzled some oil over the fabric and kneaded the soft weight of her flesh, eliciting a sharp “Anh!” from her.
I moved up to her back and sides to continue the massage. At a glance, I didn’t see any stray hairs, but I made sure to be thorough with the hair removal around her armpits. However, the swimsuit was getting in the way here, too. Time for a tactical move.
”Sensei, do you have a moment?” I asked.
”Nn… y-yes? What is it?” she stammered.
”The swimsuit is making it difficult to massage you properly, so I’m going to unfasten it for a bit,” I said.
”Yes… wait, what? What did you just say?”
She sounded confused, but I’d already gotten my verbal “yes.” I quickly untied the strings at her back and neck. The bikini fell away, but since she was face down, her chest was hidden. No harm, no foul.
”A-um, Anma-kun. The, well… my swimsuit is off. This… this isn’t right, is it?” she asked.
”I’ve heard it’s standard practice when applying sunscreen, so it’s perfectly fine,” I assured her.
”Oh, is that so? Well, if you say so…”
”Exactly. Now, I’m going to focus on your underarms,” I said.
I talked her right into it and kept going. Truth be told, while I said I was working on her armpits, my hands were hovering right around the Spence’s tail⁴ of her breast tissue. I avoided the “decisive” spots for now, focusing instead on melting away her common sense. Looking at her increasingly dazed expression, I felt pretty confident the plan was working.
By now, her back was almost completely oiled. The only place left untouched was under her panties. I felt a pang of regret for not finishing the job, but it was time to move on.
”Nn… mmm… ah… haa… haa… nn…”
”Alright, let’s flip to the front. Lay on your back for me. There we go, nice and easy,” I said.
”Oh, yes… wait? Ah, hngh!”
As she rolled over, her breasts swayed with a soft, heavy bounce. Her pink n**ipss stood out beautifully against her pale skin. However, Sensei realized her top was completely gone and panicked, shielding herself with her hands. Drat. Still, she could only cover the centers. The sides and the undersides were fair game.
”I’ll start with your stomach now,” I said.
”Eh… ah, yes…”
It looked like she wanted to protest about being totally exposed, but since I started the stomach massage without even acknowledging it, she lost her opening. She had a look on her face like she was starting to suspect this might actually be something “naughty,” but I kept my expression professional and serious, so she couldn’t be sure.
Don’t worry, Sensei. It’s definitely naughty.
I finished the stomach quickly. All that remained were her face, her breasts, and the VIO line⁵ around her bikini area. But Sensei’s “breast guard” was iron-clad. I massaged around the base, but she wasn’t surrendering the castle just yet.
”How is it? Does it feel good?” I asked.
”Nn… y-yes. But, um, my breasts are a bit…”
”Are you embarrassed?” I asked softly.
”Yes… I’m just so ashamed, I…”
”But you enjoy that shame, don’t you, Sensei? It’s okay to let yourself feel good,” I whispered.
”Anh! Is it… really okay?” she asked.
”It’s perfectly fine,” I said.
I gave her a firm nod. Following yesterday’s lead, I wanted her to find pleasure in the exposure.
”Your breasts were bouncing and feeling good when I was doing the shoulder rub, weren’t they? This is no different. There’s absolutely nothing wrong with enjoying an oil massage there,” I said.
”Nn… I suppose you’re right…”
She was starting to drift. Time for the next step.
”Sensei,” I said.
”Nfu… nyandeshō… ?”
She was still covering her n**ipss, but her defenses were getting soft and mushy. The relaxation from the High-Level Massage was just too potent. I felt like one more push would do it.
”Since we’re doing full-body hair removal, I need to do your VIO line hair removal next. I’m going to shift your swimsuit down now, so please bear with me,” I said.
”Y-yes… wait, ah! nyaa!”
Swept up in the heat of the moment once again, I slid Nishiyama-sensei’s panties down to her thighs, exposing her private stash to the light. Her pubic hair-fine, soft, and likely light-colored-had been meticulously groomed into a neat oval. I couldn’t tell if the glistening moisture was from the massage oil or her own sweet nectar.
Having only seen Jane and Corinna-who were both completely smooth-this was my first time seeing the real thing in the flesh. I couldn’t help but let out a low, “Whoa…”
Beneath the hair, her p**sy was clamped shut, yet a steady trail of moisture seeped from her slit. I might have teased her a little too much.
It was a damn shame, really. Since Sensei hadn’t learned any contraception magic ⁶ yet, I couldn’t risk painting her insides. A deep, messy creampie might have satisfied me, but for now, it looked like the “Teasing Play” was going to be a permanent fixture of our session.
Nishiyama-sensei’s face, already crimson, flushed an even deeper shade of red as she tried to cover herself with both hands. In doing so, her arms only served to squeeze and emphasize her breasts. It was a classic case of hiding the treasure but leaving the vault wide open. I should make that a new proverb.
I quickly pulled Sensei up, stepping behind her and turning her toward the mirror. We settled into the standard Breast Enhancement Massage ⁷ stance. I cupped her breasts with both hands and began to knead them deeply.
Between the full-body foreplay and the lingering arousal, she was already primed; her sensitivity was through the roof. I decided right then to redline it-we were going to race toward the climax at top speed!
”Hngh… Ah… Nha… Nyaah… An… My tits… Stop… My n**ipss… I’m going… I’m going!!” Sensei cried out.
”This is a massage for big breasts, Sensei. You have to make sure you enjoy every bit of it. Right, Sensei? …Sensei?” I asked.
”Nya… Nyaa… I’m c**ming-nyu…!! Nyaaaaaaaa…!! Nyaa… Haaah… Nn… Ah…” Sensei moaned.
Slick… squish…
Stripped of her swimsuit, held firmly from behind, and her breasts worked over until she couldn’t take it-she finally hit her limit and squirted, falling into a total climax.
Watching her own debauchery in the mirror must have been the final straw for her mental capacity. Sensei’s eyes rolled back, and she slumped powerlessly against me. Her hands fell away, leaving her p**sy peeking out for me to see.
I had intended for this to be the start of the main event, but now I was stuck. As I stood there at a loss, still absentmindedly kneading Sensei’s soft breasts, Corinna approached. She looked absolutely exasperated.
”Anma-sama, you went entirely too far,” Corinna said.
”My bad, my bad. I got a little carried away. Are we okay on time?” I asked.
”We are most certainly not okay,” Corinna replied. “First, please release her breasts. Then, finish the rest of the procedure immediately. I will take care of Nishiyama-sama afterward, so please, Anma-sama, get changed in a hurry.”
What a waste. I enjoyed the appetizers so much that the main dish ended up passing out. I’m genuinely heartbroken.
”Is it okay if I save the ‘down there’ hair removal for next time?” I asked.
”The side effects make consecutive treatments difficult,” Corinna explained. “It’s better to finish it now while she’s unconscious rather than leaving her half-finished for two weeks. But… no funny business. I’m watching you.”
Corinna-sensei is officially pissed.
Wallowing in my own sadness, I proceeded with Sensei’s full-body hair removal. Even though it was just a surface-level treatment, it was pretty fun to hear her let out little “Ah… Nyaa…” whimpers every time I brushed against her p**sy. Sensei might actually be a cat at heart.
By the time I had swapped my T-shirt and swim trunks for my regular clothes and returned to the room, Corinna had snapped Sensei awake, washed off the oil, stripped her out of the messy swimsuit, and tucked her into a one-piece dress.
Now, I’m back in the treatment room, facing Sensei one-on-one. Corinna is busy changing back into her Maid clothes. She muttered something about needing to call another Maid if this was how the massages were going to go. Apparently, changing clothes this often is inefficient. I guess I’ll have to optimize things tomorrow.
Sensei looked up at me, her eyes filled with a flickering anxiety.
”Um… Anma-kun. Could you… keep what happened earlier a secret from the others?” Nishiyama-sensei asked.
”Of course. As a professional, I keep all my clients’ secrets,” I replied.
She let out a visible sigh of relief. God, she’s so cute. As she relaxed, I moved in and abruptly claimed her lips.
Her eyes went wide. I squeezed her chest and stroked her hips. With every touch, I could see her gaze begin to melt, the strength draining from her limbs. I pulled my hand from her breast only to wrap it around her waist, pulling her into a crushingly tight embrace. Her breasts were flattened hard against my chest.
I used my tongue to pry open her pliant, pleasure-dazed lips, tangling our tongues together. She tried to pull back in surprise, but I cupped the back of her head, holding her steady so she couldn’t escape.
The wet sounds of our kiss-mwah… nnh… sluup…-echoed through the quiet room. She eventually stopped resisting and let me ravage her mouth as I pleased. When she started to run out of breath and tapped my shoulder, I finally pulled away.
A silver bridge of saliva stretched between us. I went back to kneading her breasts as her brain struggled to process the pleasure, and I decided to drive my point home. I wanted to establish her status today, so that as soon as she learned contraception magic tomorrow, we could get straight to the real s*x.
”A-Anma-kun…” Sensei whispered.
”Sensei… what happens when we’re alone is our little secret. If you keep it, I can make you feel this good every single day,” I said.
”But… we’re teacher and student… hngh…” she murmured.
”This is another world. Our status in Japan doesn’t mean a thing here. My hands made you climax, so as of today, you’re my woman. And I’m going to make you feel good every single day,” I told her.
”But… ah… Ahnn…” she let out.
”Look, your body already knows the truth. Now you just need your heart to catch up. And besides…” I started.
”Besides?” she asked.
”If you won’t accept it, I’ll just have to keep making you feel good every day until you have no choice but to want it,” I replied.
”…Hehe,” she giggled softly.
Sensei’s youthful face broke into a smile-one far more sensual than I expected from her. She threw her arms around me and pressed her lips to mine.
Mwah. Just a quick, teasing kiss.
”You’re a cruel person. But if that’s the case, it doesn’t really matter if I accept it or not, does it?” Sensei said with a smile.
”True. But personally, I want us to enjoy this from the bottom of our hearts… So, Sensei… will you be mine?” I asked.
”…Yes,” she whispered.
She nodded with a radiant, happy smile. Jackpot. Sensei, caught!
After one last kiss, I draped a shawl over her shoulders, gave her some cold water, and sent her back to the waiting room. I’d left her head a bit “fluffy,” so hopefully the water would help her look professional enough to face the others.
Though, I might have gone a bit overboard.
”Anma-sama, didn’t I tell you no funny business?” Corinna asked.
”Yeah… sorry,” I muttered.
I shrank back under Corinna’s icy glare. But hey, she saw us and didn’t stop us. I’ll take that as a win.
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Author’s Note:
Stella: “The side effects of the hair removal skill combined with the estrus and reason-diminishing effects of that lewd ability… what a double punch. To think she’d turn into such a mess just from kissing and breast-play. That level of arousal is magnificent… it’s like a potent aphrodisiac. I simply must experience it for myself!”
Jane: “Knowing you, you’d probably spread your legs with full-throttle horniness even without any help, wouldn’t you-desuwa?”
Stella: “Be that as it may, if you two have s*x in the bathroom, I won’t be able to peek!”
Jane: “I see absolutely no problem with that.”
Stella: “(´・ω・｀)”
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Summary:
Anma-kun continues his intimate oil massage on Sensei, moving from her limbs to her back and front. He tactfully convinces her to remove her bikini top under the guise of professional necessity. The chapter ends as he prepares to begin hair removal on her most private areas.
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Trivia:
- The massage is taking place in a bathhouse environment.
- Anma-kun is intentionally using psychological manipulation (shame-play) to break down Sensei’s resistance.
- The ‘Pleasure Sight’ ability allows him to see areas that have or haven’t been oiled yet.
- Sensei uses a cat-like verbal tic (nyaa/nyandeshō) when her guard drops
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Character Insight:
Anma-kun shows a high level of calculated boldness, using ‘logic’ to bypass Sensei’s modesty. Sensei exhibits a submissive streak, becoming easily swayed by his professional-sounding justifications.
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Behind the Scenes:
Spence’s tail (axillary tail) is a real anatomical term for the extension of the tissue of the breast that extends into the axilla (armpit).
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TL Notes:
Notes:
• Corinna – A maid with black hair wearing a maid outfit. She is described as having very large breasts that bounce when she moves.
• Nishiyama – The homeroom teacher and math instructor. She has a short stature, a womanly body with a large chest, long dark brown hair, and rounded hips, and speaks in a gentle manner. Wears a white dress cinched at the waist. Her Job is Flower Mage.
• Jane – A maid with light blue hair. She has an AA-cup breast size and is desperate for breast enhancement.
• Stella – General manager of health-related affairs. She has F-cup breasts and is described as shy around men.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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