Normally, ten minutes is very short.
If it's playing a game or taking a test, it almost passes in an instant.
Ichika initially thought the same.
Ten minutes is too little.
But Nino and the others were still in the living room.
If she did something bad and they saw it, then it spread around the house, she'd definitely be teased by those four sisters for the rest of her life.
When Ichika lay on the bed with conflicted thoughts, trying to make up for the massage benefit that belonged to her, she realized a serious problem.
Earlier, she let Itsuki go first to relax her and to lower Nino's guard.
Only in this way could she stay alone in the bedroom.
Makoto had also guessed this, so he maintained a high standard throughout.
This was a proper, serious massage.
They were a tacit mutual pursuit.
But now, with no one else in the room and Ichika teasingly saying, "Ten minutes,"
Would Makoto still be serious?
The answer was no.
When he massaged Nino and Itsuki, he started properly from their shoulders.
But with Ichika, he switched to starting from the girl's beautiful legs.
First massaging the feet, then the calves, then the thighs, and then… back to the feet.
Yes, he was just that straightforward.
At first, Ichika felt very comfortable and relaxed. Running back and forth between school and the drama crew these days, the accumulated fatigue was perfectly relieved.
But as the massage went on, she realized something was off.
Her face was heating up.
Her body was heating up.
Her legs felt sore.
And a little itchy.
"Don't move around, you'll affect a professional massage therapist's performance," Makoto said seriously.
Ichika looked back at him, her cheeks flushed, with a faint smile asking, "Is this still a proper massage?"
"Of course it is proper. Don't you feel comfortable?"
"It's comfortable, but I…"
"What's wrong now?"
"…I think I'm starting to feel it."
She blushed and said something quite bold.
Makoto laughed and said, "That's exactly the effect I want. A proper massage means pressing you until you stand at attention."
Ichika didn't understand what "stand at attention" meant.
But she knew what she felt inside.
So she endured the hot, weak feeling in her body and softly said, "Maybe you should stop."
Makoto knew she had more to say and waited patiently.
Sure enough, Ichika's eyes became dazed and she said, "You should just play with my legs."
Up to now, she had only stayed in the room for three minutes.
That meant she gave Makoto seven minutes left.
...
After ten minutes, Ichika felt like her body had liquefied, lying on the bed unable to move for a long time.
This reaction was even stronger than what she had in the kitchen earlier.
No choice — no one was disturbing them in the bedroom. Although she hadn't set a "safe word," it was definitely safer than in the kitchen.
Especially when Ichika opened her dreamy watery eyes and saw Makoto wiping his hands with a tissue, she felt even more embarrassed.
Damn, I'm so weak!
The defeat CG showed up way too quickly.
This cucumber fairy hadn't even made a move yet, and her health bar was already drained by Makoto.
Feeling frustrated, she was also filled with shame.
Do I need to train harder?
If my body stays this weak, what will I do in the future?
The girl was caught between joy and embarrassment.
After Makoto finished wiping his hands, he checked the time and reminded her, "It's already been 12 minutes. Do you want me to help you deal with them?"
Ichika understood his meaning: he could help her get some rest time.
"No need, help me up, I can still perform!"
Ichika forced herself to sit up on the bed.
Makoto couldn't help but laugh out loud.
"What are you laughing at?" Ichika asked, annoyed.
Makoto spoke honestly, "Because you look really cute right now."
"Am I not cute normally?"
Even though her health bar had been drained, she still teased him.
"Normally, maybe about 70% cute," Makoto pretended to think.
"And now?"
"90% or even 100% cute."
"Isn't your description a bit off?"
"Don't mind those details."
"..."
As Ichika successfully stood up, Makoto turned around to straighten the bedsheets.
It was at that moment he heard a rustling sound behind him.
At first, he didn't pay much attention, thinking Ichika was adjusting her clothes.
But when he finished fixing the bed sheets and turned back, he saw the girl blushing and staring at him, suddenly reaching out her hand.
Her voice sounded a bit coquettish at that moment: "I can't wear this anymore."
Makoto glanced at the fabric in her hand and pondered, "Are you trying to give this to me as a keepsake?"
Ichika's eyelashes trembled shyly: "Do whatever you want with it, but don't bring up this topic again!"
Even though she didn't think of herself as a "high attack, low defense" type of girl, this extremely embarrassing topic was not something she dared to discuss any further.
Makoto reached out and took it without any embarrassment at all.
After all, someone in front of him was more embarrassed than he was.
Still, he made a point of saying, "I admit my hobby of playing with legs is a bit perverted, but I really don't have a habit of collecting stuff like this."
Ichika seized the opportunity and grinned slyly, "So you finally admit you're a pervert?"
Makoto was taken aback for a moment, then laughed.
Because she was so embarrassed, she was trying to find an excuse to fool her inner shame and annoyance.
Luckily, her reaction was quick, and she grasped the moment immediately.
Makoto chuckled, "Some people, even though their health bar is too low, refuse to admit it and still want to shift the blame."
"I don't understand~"
Ichika smiled brightly and turned away, not letting him catch her expression.
At that moment, Makoto asked, "Are you planning to go back like this today?"
Ichika understood his meaning and turned back with a slightly shy tone: "My skirt is quite long, don't worry, it won't reveal anything."
Makoto took a pair of short sports shorts from the wardrobe: "This is safer."
Ichika paused for a moment, then took the shorts with a bit of amusement: "I'll wash them and return them to you later."
Makoto patted the pocket holding the fabric: "I'll wash them for you too."
Ichika glared at him playfully: "Turn around first, I'm going to put on the shorts."
Makoto thought to himself that he had seen plenty of this before.
But he still turned away.
Actually, he was feeling a bit uncomfortable holding it in.
However, he gained something.
Because he realized Ichika, like Mayu, belonged to one of the Four Divine Beasts...
That reminded him of a particularly outrageous online joke: "I'm not a pervert, I just feel only my birthplace can give me a sense of security."
This time Ichika didn't linger. She changed into Makoto's sports shorts, fixed her hair and expression in the mirror, and returned to the living room.
The four chatted briefly in the living room, then the three beautiful girls said goodbye and went home.
Itsuki, being diligent, actively borrowed a schedule from Makoto, planning to continue reviewing it at home.
On the way home, Ichika acted very steady, without any flaw.
So Nino didn't suspect anything and casually started talking to Ichika about the club.
"I remember Itsuki said there's one more member in this club, right?" Nino asked.
"Yeah, she's Yukinoshita Yukino," Ichika nodded.
"Then why didn't Fushimi call her over today?"
"I asked him. He said with Yukino's current overall strength, she doesn't need extra tutoring."
"Tsk, so that's the real weight of being second in the grade?"
The three returned home. Nino was about to change shoes, and Ichika, who was standing in front of her, bent down to put on her slippers.
It was this bending motion that made Nino notice Ichika's skirt being lifted.
Naturally, she saw the sports shorts under Ichika's skirt.
Nino immediately raised a question mark in her mind.
Ichika, having dropped her guard after arriving home, didn't know any of this; she only wanted to hurry up and take a shower.
"Nino, what's wrong?"
Itsuki, having changed shoes, saw Nino standing still and couldn't help but feel puzzled.
Nino stretched out a finger and blankly pointed in the direction Ichika had gone: "Safety shorts."
Itsuki was even more confused: "What's wrong with safety shorts? Don't all girls wear them? I've even bought several pairs myself."
Nino shook her head hard: "No, I mean, she's wearing men's sports shorts!"
Itsuki: "???"
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