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Ten minutes ago.
"Senior..." Yuto Itsuka lay on the sofa, groaning weakly, "I think I'm sick."
Mai Sakurajima had just finished vacuuming the living room and was about to wipe the windows when she heard his voice. She stopped and walked over.
"Where does it hurt?" she asked.
"I feel uncomfortable all over, especially my shoulders and waist, they're sore and swollen." Itsuki Yuto's face was buried in the soft sofa cushions, his voice sounding muffled.
"It might be a lingering effect of the fever I had a few days ago, or it might be because I've been studying too hard lately to make up for my senior's care, and my body has been completely drained."
Mai Sakurajima walked to the sofa, leaned slightly over to look at him, and asked, "Do you need to go to the hospital?"
"No need, no need, going to the hospital is making a mountain out of a molehill," Itsuka Yuto quickly waved his hand.
“I heard Hirota and the others say yesterday that massage can relieve muscle soreness. Hirota said his mother massages him every day.”
"Ah, that's wonderful, Hirota's mother~"
Mai Sakurajima looked at him silently.
"How do I press it?"
"Huh? No, no, senior, really no need!" Itsuka Yuto declined in the tone of receiving a red envelope during the New Year.
"How do I press it?"
"Uh, I can't accept this... Then please come sit here, senior." Itsuka Yuto agreed somewhat awkwardly, and then immediately moved aside from the sofa.
Mai Sakurajima sat down beside him as instructed, with her legs together and her hands on her knees.
"And then?" she asked.
Yuto Itsuka cleared his throat and carefully rested his head on Mai Sakurajima's shoulder.
She stiffened slightly, but did not push him away.
Then, he adjusted his posture, shifting his entire upper body weight onto her, and his head slid down to rest steadily on her lap.
"..."
Yuto Itsuka heard Mai Sakurajima's heartbeat.
He closed his eyes, not looking at her expression.
The spot where he was resting his head was soft and elastic to the touch; even through the fabric of his school uniform skirt, he could feel its rich texture.
A scent of spring sunshine lingered around his nose.
He waited for a full half minute, but Mai Sakurajima didn't react at all. She neither pushed him away nor said anything, as if she tacitly approved of his behavior.
Yuto Itsuki became even bolder.
"Senior, it's quite comfortable to use this as a pillow, but I always feel... something's missing," he said in a dreamlike tone.
"What is missing?"
"Um... just a moment." Itsuka Yuto opened one eye, secretly observing her expression, then took out his phone from his pocket, pretending to look for something on it.
A few seconds later, he held the phone screen up to Mai Sakurajima's face.
The screen displays an image from inside a fashion magazine, showing a model in business attire with black stockings covering her legs.
"Can you wear this, senior? I heard from Hirota that his mother always wears black stockings when she gets a massage, and he thinks it makes the massage more effective."
Thank you. I don't know if you're the guy named Hirota. Also, I'm sorry.
Sakurajima Mai stared at the picture on her phone screen, then looked down at her legs clad in cotton stockings. For the first time, a look of confusion appeared in her beautiful eyes.
"This...is it really useful?" She seemed to be seriously considering the rationality of this request.
“Of course! That’s what Hirota told me!” Itsuka Yuto said decisively.
Mai Sakurajima's gaze shifted back and forth between the phone screen and his sincere face, but she was eventually persuaded.
“…I’ll go change.” She stood up and walked towards her room.
Five Rivers, Five Rivers, your name is despicable!
Yuto Itsuka lay on the sofa, his face full of shame.
A few minutes later, Mai Sakurajima returned.
When she reappeared in the living room, Yuto Itsuka felt his breath catch for a moment.
She was still wearing the school uniform from Fengyuan High School, but she had changed into the black stockings he had specified.
The thin layer of black perfectly outlined the lines of her legs, from her slender ankles to her shapely calves, extending upwards and disappearing into the shadow of the pleated skirt, bringing an ultimate sense of ascetic and alluring beauty.
Yuto Itsuka had never witnessed such a scene in his entire life, from childhood to the present. Although it was somewhat shameful to say, he...
Mai Sakurajima seemed completely unaware of the extent of her destructive power at that moment. She walked to the sofa, sat down again, and did the same thing as before.
“Okay,” she said calmly.
Yuto Itsuka swallowed hard, forcing himself to calm down.
He changed his position, lying face down between his thighs. Even through the fabric, he could feel the warm touch and soft contours.
"Suck--"
"Ah~"
This is an indescribable beauty.
"I'm starting."
"Hmm~"
The next second, a pair of slightly cool small hands landed on his shoulders.
Mai Sakurajima began to massage him according to his instructions. Her movements were clumsy and she didn't quite control the pressure, but she had a strong ability to learn.
"Senior, press over there, yes, that's it~" (Nine) Ling?Liu Shiliu 7 Baerba?
"Ah~ that feels so good..."
Yuto Itsuka let out a rather blissful groan, his whole body relaxing as he lazily lay on her lap.
At this moment, simply turn your face slightly to the right, and you will see some incredible scenery.
However, Yuto Itsuka is not that kind of person; he has his own pride and bottom line.
Ten seconds later.
Ah, my neck seems a bit sore, I'll move it around a bit.
He slowly turned his face to the left, away from Mai Sakurajima.
He was simply experiencing some oxygen deprivation because his face had been buried between his thighs for too long.
Mai Sakurajima's fingers were very nimble, pressing lightly on his shoulder blades and both sides of his spine.
Yuto Itsuka could smell the fresh scent of shampoo emanating from her hair and feel her even breathing brush against the top of his head.
The frog is almost turned into bullfrog stew.
“Senior sister…” he suddenly spoke.
"Ok?"
"Your hands are so soft."
"..."
"Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!" The pressure on his shoulder suddenly increased, and Itsuka Yuto quickly begged for mercy.
The force returned to normal.
He couldn't help but curl the corners of his mouth up. Could this be considered a kind of emotional response?
After an unknown amount of time, just as Yuto Itsuka was about to fall asleep, Mai Sakurajima stopped what she was doing.
"All right."
He opened his eyes, still somewhat unsatisfied, and sat up from her lap.
Because he had been in one position for a long time, his hair was a little messy. Mai Sakurajima naturally reached out and tidied up the stray hairs on his forehead.
Yuto Itsuka's heart skipped a beat; he felt a little dokidoki right now.
So close, he looked at that flawless face, at those calm, dark blue eyes, at those cherry-colored lips.
He subconsciously moved closer slowly.
Ten centimeters, five centimeters, three centimeters... his head moved forward little by little.
He could even count the number of her eyelashes.
Just before their lips were about to touch, Mai Sakurajima suddenly spoke.
"Are you well now?"
"Ah... much better! Senior's massage is amazing, a medical genius! Curing ailments with a touch! Helping the weak and oppressed!"
Yuto Itsuka had no idea what he was babbling about.
"That's good." She stood up, picked up the water glass from the table, and went into the kitchen.
Yuto Itsuka sat alone on the sofa and raised his hand to touch his lips.
It's going to be cooked.
……
Book 1: Chapter 46: My heart beats 120 times per minute
Love is first and foremost an instinct; you're either born with it or you never will.
Yuto Itsuka believed he could do it, so he didn't make any further unreasonable demands this weekend.
Their relationship seemed to have returned to how it was at the beginning: she cooked, he ate; she cleaned, he played games.
It's just that there are some things that are hard to explain.
For example, when he gets stuck on a level in a game, she will quietly bring him a glass of water and place it next to him.
For example, there were some of his favorite snacks and drinks in the refrigerator at some point.
For example, when he looked up from his game late at night, he would always see her sitting in the corner of the living room, reading a book by the light of a small lamp.
……
Saturday evening.
Yuto Itsuka took Mai Sakurajima to a nearby hilltop park under the pretext of "wanting to go for a walk." The park was sparsely populated and offered a panoramic view of the city's nightscape.
The two walked side by side on the park path.
"Senior, do you know?" Yuto Itsuka suddenly spoke up.
"Ok?"
He didn't speak immediately, but stepped forward and took her hand.
Mai Sakurajima's body stiffened for a moment, but she did not pull away.
He looked directly into her eyes and said, "Senior, what I'm about to say might be a little sudden, I hope it won't startle you."
Yuto Itsuka confessed, "Initially, I approached you with impure motives."
"I thought you were a difficult target to win over, and I wanted to see if I could melt your heart. I used despicable methods, such as playing the victim, threatening, and taking advantage of your sense of responsibility, to keep you by my side."
Mai Sakurajima paused, turned her head to look at him quietly, and waited for him to continue.
He chuckled self-deprecatingly and continued, "I thought I was acting, playing a useless person who couldn't live without you. I told myself it was just a game, and once it was over, I could walk away."
His thumb gently caressed the back of her hand, feeling the delicate skin.
"But I messed it up."
“Every morning when I wake up, I can eat the breakfast you made; the things I carelessly leave behind will be quietly tidied up by you; when I stay up late, you will send me to sleep…”
"I've found that I'm getting more and more used to having you in my life."
"This pot of water is so warm, I don't want to jump out of it."