Author’s Preface
Maybe I should approach this with the sort of mindset that if it gets taken down, I’ve won.
Maybe.
“I’m coming in.”
“Welcome.”
I’d left the dining hall a little ahead of them and gone back to my room to get everything ready for the treatment—not that the preparations were anything complicated.
After waiting for a while, Renjōji-san eventually arrived.
“E-Excuse me…”
“Welcome.
So you decided to come after all, Ayase-san.”
“Ehehe.
I ended up coming anyway.”
Ayase-san appeared right behind her.
So she’d decided to have a treatment too.
Well, that was about what I’d expected.
“Don’t worry, I prepared for two people from the start.
I’ll finish setting things up, so could both of you get changed?”
“Okaaay.”
“Of course.”
With that, I got on with the last of my own preparations.
They’d both had one of my massages before, so they already knew the routine.
“Hadō Number Two: Hotarubi.”
I used it to light the incense I’d prepared beforehand, and a pleasant fragrance slowly began to drift through the room.
Mmm.
That smells good…
It was the sort of incense used in the traditional art of incense appreciation, and it had a calming effect that helped ease tension.
As expected of Seireitei—even the cheap stuff was leagues above anything I could get in Rukon District.
I’d saved up my part-time wages little by little to buy it.
“Hrmm…”
“Phew…”
Behind me, as I finished preparing, I could hear the rustle of the two of them changing clothes.
Ideally, I’d like to have proper treatment clothes and a changing room, but my finances weren’t anywhere near good enough for that yet.
Still, hearing them loosen their obi and remove their hakama—and the little breaths that escaped them as they did—was exciting enough that I could live with things this way for now.
“Wow!
Kosuzu-san, you really do have such a well-proportioned figure…
I’m jealous…”
“Oh?
You have a lovely, healthy figure yourself, Ayase-san.”
I could hear them complimenting each other’s bodies too.
Those two really were close, weren’t they?
Knowing I could be part of exchanges like this made me realise all over again that my current life wasn’t half bad.
“We’re finished.”
“Wow, it smells lovely in here.”
Once they’d finished changing, both of them were wearing nothing but their hadajuban and susoyoke—the under-kimono and wraparound underskirts that were basically the underwear of the era.
That made it very easy to see the shape of their bodies.
Renjōji-san had a nicely rounded, distinctly feminine figure.
Her hips had a womanly curve, and there was a pleasant fullness around her chest.
Despite all the lessons and training she did every day, there was still a light softness over her body.
Combined with her dignified air, she almost had the refined beauty of some sort of work of art.
Ayase-san, by contrast, had a much more youthful, girlish build.
She did have breasts, but there wasn’t much volume to them.
On the other hand, everything about her body gave off an energetic, lively impression.
Maybe it was because they were standing side by side, but the contrast made each of them attractive in a completely different way—the sort of appeal that made you want to pounce.
…Ah!
This is necessary because I need to see the condition of their skin, the tension in their muscles and how their bodies react.
They need to be dressed as close to naked as reasonably possible.
This absolutely is not the result of putting my personal desires first.
Absolutely not.
Absolutely not!
“Right then, both of you, over here please.”
I gestured for them to lie down on the treatment bed—well, the futon I’d borrowed from the bedding room.
They were used to this by now.
Both of them lay down without needing any further instruction.
“Let’s start with you, Renjōji-san.”
“Yes.
I’m in your hands.”
With her lying face-down, I started at her lower body, slowly working the soles of her feet loose.
Slowly, slowly, my hands moved from her ankles to her calves, then up to her thighs.
“Mm…
ngh…”
Perhaps she couldn’t hold it back any longer, because a tiny sound escaped her that was almost a moan.
“This area tends to get quite stiff, so I’m going to spend a little extra time on it.”
“Y-Yes…
Please do.”
After warning her, I concentrated on her thighs.
They were pleasantly full, and I worked them thoroughly from the outside towards the inner thigh.
“Mm…
ah…
ngh…
uuh…”
When my fingers reached the inside of her thighs, I could feel their soft, yielding texture against my fingertips.
At the same time, little breaths began escaping from her lips again and again.
Watching her body tremble faintly as she desperately tried to keep quiet made me get even more enthusiastic about my work.
“Would you like me to spend a little longer here?”
“Y…
Yes.
I-I think so…
Please…”
After the slightest hesitation, she asked me to keep going.
Well, if that was what she wanted, I would grant her request and massage the area even more carefully.
Her firm thighs quivered, and her hips gave little twitches.
The sight almost looked as though her whole body were asking me for more.
It was rather indecent-looking, really.
Ayase-san, waiting beside us for her turn, had her mouth slightly open and her face bright red, yet she couldn’t seem to tear her eyes away from Renjōji-san.
That was proof enough.
“All right, that’s enough there.
Next…”
“…Ah…”
I stopped just when it seemed I might be teasing her and moved on to the area around her hips.
We’ll pretend I didn’t hear that disappointed little breath.
“Renjōji-san, you’ve really got childbearing hips, don’t you?”
“D-Do I…?”
“For a noblewoman, isn’t that a good thing?
Whoever ends up becoming your husband is going to be a lucky man.”
I said that while placing my hands on her backside, and she flushed in embarrassment.
Like her thighs, her bottom was firm and well-toned, but when I touched it, it still had a wonderfully soft springiness to it.
She had a nicely filled-out waist and hips too.
I imagine the boys in our year had quite a difficult time deciding where to look around her.
“Ah!
D-Do you really need to press that hard there?”
“Mmm, you spend a lot of time sitting too, so I need to work this area properly…
There.”
I pressed my fingers firmly into her backside.
It sank softly beneath my hands, then sprang right back into shape as soon as I let go.
A healthy sign.
I kneaded it carefully as if shaping it, and before long she seemed unable to hold back, letting out a voice as though trying to play off her reaction.
But I couldn’t exactly ease up now.
I took plenty of time with this area too, slowly and thoroughly kneading it as though I were working and shaping bread dough.
“Mm…
uugh…
haa…
ah…”
I couldn’t hear those aching little sounds at all.
I was in the middle of a massage, after all.
Ahh, massaging bottoms is fun.
From there, my hands moved upwards: hips, lower back, upper back, shoulders, then shoulder blades.
“Mmm…
That feels good…”
By the time I got this far, she was probably just enjoying the straightforward comfort of the bodywork.
Her voice sounded relieved, though perhaps just the tiniest bit disappointed too.
“Hmm…
Ah, here we are.”
As I worked from both shoulders down along the line of her back, I used a little trick of mine.
By combining the principles behind firing a Cero with the way spiritual pressure is used for healing through Kaidō, I released an extremely faint amount of spiritual pressure from my palms and used it to feel out the condition inside her body.
It was a bit like an ultrasound scan in modern medicine.
Except what I was doing let me understand even more than that.
“Ah!
There…
that feels good…
More…”
And as you can see, it worked rather well.
Combined with her reactions, it made it painfully obvious which spots she wanted me to focus on.
There, there.
This is the spot, isn’t it?
“Here?”
“Y-Yes, there!
More there…”
When I added enough pressure for it to hurt just a little, the way she asked for more became even more seductive.
The words came as she looked back at me over her shoulder.
If I were still a man, I don’t think I would have been able to keep my composure.
Also, since I was sitting over her while massaging her back, her chest was being pressed flat beneath her.
Which meant a little of it was peeking out at the sides.
Perks of the job.
“All right, onto your back now.”
“Eh…
Is that side already finished…?”
“If I only work on your back, it’ll throw the balance off.”
She looked reluctant, but slowly rolled onto her back for me.
Honestly, if you only listened to the words we were saying, you could misunderstand this scene completely.
“Right, first…”
“Hyah!?”
I lightly poked her navel with one fingertip and got a wonderfully entertaining reaction.
I’d already seen it earlier, but her body really was beautifully balanced.
There was no unnecessary fat around her stomach.
She had just enough softness that her skin felt pleasant to the touch, but underneath it I could clearly feel the muscles she’d built through daily training.
“Ticklish?
But around the stomach, this is where you start.”
“W-Wait…!
I-I understand, so…
don’t touch it so much…!”
This area must have been especially sensitive for her.
I could tell she was gritting her back teeth, desperately trying to endure it.
Starting from her navel at the centre of her stomach, I worked slowly outwards in every direction.
“F-Ah…
ngh…”
“W-Wow…
wow…”
Renjōji-san lowered her eyes and shifted restlessly, looking almost painfully affected, while Ayase-san kept making tiny noises beside us.
Meanwhile, my hands moved from her stomach downwards first.
“Hyah!”
“The front of the hips matters too, so bear with me for just a little while.”
I worked slowly from her lower abdomen towards her inner thighs, following the line from the hips towards the top of her legs.
I used the pads of all five fingers and pressed firmly, slowly searching for the places where she reacted most strongly.
I paid particular attention to the crease where the legs joined the body, working with the centre of her body in mind…
“Mm…
Mmmmm!!”
She sounded as if she were desperately holding something back.
What on earth could that be?
She had one finger between her teeth and was trying her hardest to endure whatever it was, but I had absolutely no idea.
Her breathing was rough and her entire body had grown hot.
Aha.
That was a good sign.
Proof that her metabolism was improving.
“Right, and finally—”
“Y-You’re doing there too after all…?”
I lightly rested a hand on her chest, and she spoke as though making one last attempt at resistance.
“Of course.
Like I said last time, the area around the chest is important too.
If the two sides become uneven, it can throw off your body’s balance.”
“R-Right…
Please go ahead.”
She glanced at my chest, then nodded with the solemn determination of someone making an important life decision.
I see.
In a certain sense, my own body was more persuasive than any argument I could make.
I began massaging around her chest, starting near the valley between her breasts and working out towards the slopes.
Hmm, hmm.
Enough volume to spill just a little beyond my palms.
That soft, yielding sensation was very nice indeed.
Among the girls in our year, she was probably competing for first or second place.
They were firm too.
This was a little dangerous—I could get addicted to it.
I was starting to get a bit excited.
“Kh…
ih…
uuh…
mm…!”
I worked from the rib side, then from the collarbone side.
Again and again, carefully and thoroughly, making tiny adjustments to the amount of pressure so I could give her the best stimulation according to her reactions.
Slow circles.
Checking the texture as I went.
Cupping the soft flesh in my palms and working it gently…
Each time, she squirmed and gritted her teeth.
By the time the treatment was finished, she was drenched in sweat.
I wonder what that was about?
I had absolutely no idea.
“Your turn, Ayase-san.
Sorry to keep you waiting.”
“…Aya!?
Y-Yesh!
P-Please take care of me!?”
She must have been staring at Renjōji-san’s treatment the entire time.
She looked completely absent-minded, but my voice finally seemed to bring her back to reality.
“Right, same as before.
We’ll start with your lower body…”
“Hyah!”
I don’t know what had happened while she was waiting, but her body was already warm and slightly damp.
That should make the massage even more effective.
Each time I worked from her ankles up towards her thighs, she let out a tiny shriek and looked as if she might jump right off the futon.
Hmm.
Sensitive skin, perhaps?
She was small to begin with and didn’t have much flesh on her, so combined with how warm she’d become, maybe she was simply reacting more strongly to the stimulation.
“Ayase-san, I’m sorry, but could you bear with it a little longer?”
“B-Bear with it!?
O-Okay!!”
By then I’d already moved from her thighs to the area around her hips.
If I thoroughly worked around her backside like this, again and again—
“~~~~!!”
She clenched both fists as hard as she could, desperately enduring it.
Watching her like that made my heart race for some reason.
A little mischievous impulse came over me, so I eased almost all the pressure away and changed to touches so faint they were barely there.
“…Phew.”
A tiny breath of relief escaped her.
Well, of course.
The stimulation was weaker now.
But that sort of complacency can be fatal.
“Hmm?
Ahh, here.”
“…!?!?”
Just as she started getting used to it, I dug in firmly near the crease of her thigh, working from the inside towards the outside.
She immediately let out a soundless cry.
Apparently that was a particularly effective spot.
Her ragged little breaths echoed softly through the room.
“Onto your back next.”
“…Fhai?”
She looked thoroughly dazed, almost dreamlike, as I slowly rolled her body over.
Even after that, she still didn’t seem to have fully come back to herself.
“Next is your stomach.
Are you all right?”
“I’m…
fiiiine…”
Well, if she said she was fine, then there was no problem.
If Renjōji-san was what you’d call womanly, then Ayase-san was more of a petite, girlish type.
Her chest was almost flat, though there was at least a little curve there.
Her stomach was so slender it almost felt lacking, and her thighs had only the bare minimum of flesh.
Long, slim legs like a deer’s.
But tastes differ.
There’s no objectively better or worse here.
“Let’s start from the navel.”
“…!!”
The stimulation seemed to force her consciousness back awake.
Still, she followed my instructions and endured it desperately.
Yes, yes.
Good girl.
Then let’s keep working around the stomach nice and slowly…
“!!
…!?!?”
Maybe it felt several times stronger than being tickled in the side?
Watching her grit her teeth and endure that sort of sensation was strangely captivating.
“Now, further down.”
“Mm…!”
I worked slowly along the inner thighs from the front, pressing carefully with my fingers.
I treated those healthy legs with care, as though I were maintaining a sword.
From the outside towards the inside, drawing everything towards the centre line of the body…
“F…
uuh…!!
Hh…
nn…!
Th-There…”
Her normally energetic voice had become heated in a way I’d never heard before.
The thought that I was the only person getting to hear a voice she probably showed no one else made me put a little more effort into my hands without even meaning to.
Again and again, I carefully loosened her body, and before I knew it, the area around her hips was trembling in tiny spasms.
“Finally, around the chest.”
“P-Please!!”
Like Renjōji-san, she glanced at my chest and seemed to make up her mind.
Maybe she was thinking, ‘Just give me half of that—no, even ten per cent would do!’
So I gave this part plenty of attention too.
Her breasts fit completely within my palms—if anything, they left me wanting a little more—but there was still definite softness there.
As though granting her wish, I worked slowly and carefully, almost teasingly.
I put my heart into smoothing the flow through her body and keeping the blood moving freely.
I carefully stimulated the muscles, praying that her pectorals would develop, and massaged her breasts slowly with my whole palms.
“…Mm…
ngh…
ih…
uuh…!”
Ayase-san let out heated little sounds again and again, her body trembling each time.
By the time her treatment was over, she too was drenched in sweat, and her legs had apparently given out so badly that she couldn’t stand.
And with that, the procedure was complete.
A job well done.
Author’s Note
It took sixteen chapters, but we finally got here.
This is roughly the level of description I’m aiming for.
I’m still feeling things out.
(The reason I started with original characters is that if I jumped straight to canon characters, people might think, ‘You made us wait all this time for this?’ So this is a trial run.)
…?
I don’t know what you’re imagining, but this was a massage.