Chapter 106

“There are some things that need to be explained in advance.” Shirakawa Natsu pressed two fingers on the acupoints on her shoulder bone: “Yano Shimi, your figure is very tempting. I am a man after all. If I have some reaction, or accidentally press some strange places, it is possible, right?”

Miyu buried her head in the pillow, so her expression couldn’t be seen, but she managed to squeeze out a sound from between her lips: “Mmm.”

“So, if you feel there’s a problem, be sure to bring it up immediately, and I’ll stop right away.” Shirakawa Natsu ran two fingers down his spine, performing the Yellow Hair Massage Technique according to his memory.

“Um.”

The skills granted by the system are not the kind of fantastical abilities that can be automatically activated simply by shouting.

Instead, it involves transferring the skills and techniques related to those skills into one’s mind, maximizing both theoretical knowledge and proficiency.

It also includes the ability to prevent the person being massaged from turning around; to achieve this effect, the massage needs to be performed at a specific rhythm.

Shirakawa Natsumi slid her two fingers down her spine to her tailbone, and then pressed her two thumbs inward on the protrusion.

“Ah ha.” Mikoto’s body trembled and she made a sound, but she didn’t move.

Shirakawa Natsumi’s fingers circled along her tailbone to both sides, then slid upwards from her waist until they reached her armpits: “Mino Shimi’s armpits are very clean and soft. Do you clean them often?”

Mikoto tightened her arms, preventing him from pressing there any further.

Shirakawa Natsu nodded to himself. It seemed that the blond-haired massage technique could interact with the person being massaged through language. His hand slid down to the thigh: “The thigh is also very long, just like those leg models. Other men would definitely be very excited if they saw it.”

He continued to probe with language, experimenting with whether humiliating language during the massage would interrupt the “no turning back” effect.

Mi no Shiki did not turn around, but buried her head tightly in the pillow.

Shirakawa Natsumi couldn’t be sure for a moment whether it was her own will that led her to turn back, or whether it was the effect of the skill.

“Spread your legs.” Shirakawa Natsu hooked her elbows around the base of her thighs and calves, spreading them apart to make her long legs form an M shape.

As he did this, he felt his heart rate increase significantly. The blond massage technique required him to spread his legs apart, but not to this extent. He was also conducting an experiment at this point.

This posture causes the pubic bone to show a distinct inverted triangular protrusion.

Miyuki finally made a move. She buried her head in the pillow and reached behind her to hug her tailbone.

“No, I’ve already said that if you want to stop, you need to say ‘stop.’ Otherwise, you have to cooperate with me completely.” Shirakawa Natsu smiled and reached out to push her hand away, looking at Miyuki who was posing in an M shape. The first part was just to relax her whole body; the best part was yet to come.

Since it’s a “yellow-haired massage technique,” it’s naturally different from ordinary massage techniques.

“Should we stop, Miyuki?” Shirakawa Natsu asked again, while a finger was already on her tailbone, rhythmically rotating slightly.

After those relaxation techniques, Mikoto’s body lay limp on the bed like a lump of mud, and even when his tailbone was pressed, the initial trembling reaction was gone.

Even though Shirakawa Natsu’s movements were gradually going beyond the level of a normal massage, she still told them to stop.

Shirakawa Natsu’s hand moved down along the inside of her coccyx.

For some reason, a fine sheen of sweat appeared on Mi Zhi Shi’s skin.

My fingers felt like they were skating on my skin, leaving deep indentations.

He sensed that Miyuki was very nervous; she had her head buried in the pillow, unable to see where his hand would go next—the back of her neck, her armpit, her inner thigh, or perhaps…

This unease constantly agitated his mind.

My breathing became heavier, unlike the last time I was tied with ropes, when all my muscles were tense.

This time, however, she was completely relaxed, putting her mind in a special, indescribable state.

Now for the important part.

Shirakawa Natsu’s hands reached down to her black lace panties from both sides and gently slid down.

Her body was covered in fine beads of sweat, and the fibers slid effortlessly down her skin to the middle of her thighs.

Her long legs were spread wide in an M-shape, and everything was clearly visible.

Shirakawa Natsu glanced at it; it was always this clean when she saw it before. Could it really be natural?

He quietly unbuckled his belt, continuing to massage her thighs while wrapping his arms around her waist and shifting her body down slightly to get the perfect angle.

He massaged his hands and tried to lift his feet, but found that he couldn’t do it in the right position, so he decisively gave up on this foolish idea.

Mi no Shi was completely limp, and even though he was trying his best to suppress it, he was still breathing heavily.

Shirakawa Natsu glided rhythmically around, slowly, very slowly.

It seems like something is blocking it.

He was stunned. So his good brother had dated so many girlfriends, but had he never gone all the way?

He’s supposed to be a playboy, but he’s acting so serious.

In the instant he was stunned, Miyuki suddenly reached out and pushed his body back a little.

Shirakawa Natsumi then came to her senses and hurriedly said, “Would you believe me if I said I slipped in by accident?”

Miyu didn’t answer. After pushing him away a little, she resumed burying her head in the pillow.

Shirakawa Natsu waited for a while and, seeing that she didn’t call for a stop, knew she could continue.

The task is to get it to the inner thigh without being detected.

His hands continued to perform the blond massage technique on Miyuki’s body.

Meanwhile, it was rubbing against the surrounding area, and Miyuki was a little engorged, so there was no need to worry about accidentally going inside again.

He had also prepared some massage oils, but in practice he found that it was all unnecessary worry.

Good bro, there’s a lot of sweat and toxins.

Suddenly it started to feel greasy.

Miyuki no longer had the mind to pay attention to any of this. She had fallen into a strange, indescribable state, her body power drained, leaving her completely at the mercy of others.

Shirakawa Natsu felt as if her body was an inflating balloon, constantly expanding.

Finally, its body could no longer hold on and it exploded with a “pop”.

The explosion used up all his strength; he felt his legs go weak and his body staggered.

But he knew it wasn’t time to give up yet; according to the mission, he still needed to avoid being discovered by her.

Although this is just a preliminary exercise, if it is left on Kanna Hojo like this, there is absolutely no way to hide it.

He reached out again and began to move the debris left from the explosion around.

As he continued to rub, the remains, mixed with Miyuki’s sweat, were smeared all over his body.

It’s like when a bodybuilder goes on stage and is already coated with olive oil.

In short, time began to act strangely.

He let out a long breath, withdrew his hands, and smiled, “Minoshita, it’s over. How does it feel?”

Mi Zhi Shi didn’t speak. After a long while, a voice came: “Get out.”

“Huh?” Shirakawa Natsu was taken aback.

“Get out,” Mikoto repeated.

Shirakawa Natsu scratched her head, looking at Tomi no Kumi maintaining her grotesque pose, and suddenly felt that it was a bit too much.

He took advantage of his brother’s kindness in not being able to refuse him, and then enjoyed the ride.

“Sorry.” Shirakawa Natsu scratched his head, then reached out and pulled up her black lace panties that had been pulled down to her thighs, before walking dejectedly toward the door.

Before he left, he glanced at Miyuki on the bed, opened his mouth, but didn’t know what to say.

“Oh no, looks like I messed up. My brother’s angry.” Shirakawa Natsu stood at the door, watching the door about to close suddenly stop, leaving a thin crack. As if possessed, he pressed an eye into the crack.

After he left, Mikoto did not change her posture. Her skin, which seemed to be coated with olive oil, emitted a beautiful light, and she slowly reached one hand between her legs.

“Gulp.” Shirakawa Natsu swallowed hard, wondering whether his brother was angry or not.

If you’re angry, are you angry at the horrible things he’s done?

He still only cares about himself, leaving her feeling frustrated and unsatisfied.

Shirakawa Natsu didn’t get an answer; you can never truly understand a girl’s mind.

He didn’t see the end; he quietly closed the door and returned to his room.

Today’s experiment was a great success; he has roughly figured out the mechanism of the blond massage technique.

Several points need to be noted.

1. During a massage, you can interact with the other person using language to achieve a specific posture.

2. Even if only one head goes in, it still counts as going in.

The mission requires that the substance be applied to the inner thigh without being detected, but after applying it to Mino-Kami’s inner thigh today, the smell is impossible to mask. When it gets on Hojo Kanna, we’ll have to find a way to cover it up.

Now, he needs an opportunity, an opportunity to make Hojo Kanna heartbroken.

The next day, Shirakawa Natsu arrived at school as usual and saw Jingu Nao standing at the school gate from afar, tiptoeing and scanning the students entering the gate with her eyes.

Upon seeing him, her face blossomed with a smile, she waved frantically at him, then skipped over and grabbed his hand: “Xia~ Good morning.”

“Good morning.” Shirakawa Natsumi held her small hand: “Are you stupid? Waiting here, if you miss it, wouldn’t you look silly? Anyway, I have to go to the classroom.”

“No way~ because I have so many things I want to say to Natsu.” Jingu Nao shook her head: “Even if I spent 24 hours a day with Natsu, it wouldn’t be enough.”

“We don’t only have 24 hours,” Shirakawa Natsu laughed. “There are still 10, 30, 60 years, or even longer ahead of us. By then, you’ll completely not want to talk to me anymore.”

“Hmph, no way~” Jingu Nao pouted, “I’ve thought of so many topics, I’ll never get tired of them.”

“Sounds good.” Shirakawa Natsu smiled and patted her head.

The morning classes ended quickly. Although Jingu Nao was very clingy, he would give her a lot of free time if he didn’t ask her out first.

Shirakawa Natsu ate, then went to the library to find Hojo Kanna.

The mission is still in its early stages; we plan to first find out about Hojo Kanna’s situation.

If given the opportunity, you could certainly try the blond massage technique first.