The Gal Next to Me Is Trying Too Hard to Make Me Fall in Love With Her
“Um… Ah, Amagi-san?”
“Hmm?”
“Well, lying on back… it’s kind of embarrassing…”
“Why? What’s different from before?”
“No… I mean… well…”
She’s straddling me.
Amagi-san, on top of my left leg.
Her weight and warmth.
In the dim light, her pale skin glowed eerily, and her devilish smile seemed even more seductive than usual. In this position, it was impossible not to take in that visual information.
“You feeling weird, maybe? Ara ara? Customer, this is a regular massage parlor, you know?”
“N-no, I’m not! Feeling weird or anything…!”
“…I could give you a special service, if you’re the customer?”
“No, thank you!”
I refused flatly and took a deep breath.
Right. Right, this is just a regular massage.
Amagi is just trying to take care of me.
So it would be rude for me to start getting any ideas.
…Shut up, puberty. I won’t forgive you if you get any funny ideas.
“Alright, here we go!”
She said, and started massaging my free right leg.
“Ugh…! T-Truly, you’re so skilled…!”
“Right? But if it hurts, tell me, okay?”
“Y-Yes… Ah…!”
Just like when I was face-down, the massage made me involuntarily moan.
Amagi’s hands pinpointed exactly where it needed work, applying perfect pressure to create pure pleasure.
It was truly amazing, wonderful… but.
“…Um, excuse me…”
“Hm? Does something hurt?”
“No, it’s just… nothing…”
Occasionally, her fingers brushed against my groin.
It produced a sensation distinct from the massage’s pleasure, fleeting and minimal.
…It’s probably just my imagination. Or rather, I shouldn’t be thinking about it.
No matter how skilled Amagi is, she’s still an amateur. It’s understandable if she accidentally touches places she shouldn’t.
“Alright, next is your left leg!”
She straddled my right leg, which had just finished its massage, and began working on my left leg.
It feels good. It feels good, but… her fingers touch my groin more frequently than before.
“Feels good?”
“…Y-yes.”
“Where exactly?”
“Where… I mean… My-my leg…”
“Anywhere else?”
“…Anywhere else?”
“Anywhere else you want me to touch more…?”
She gently traced my lower abdomen with her fingertips.
Her glossy red eyes, gleaming with light, held an emotion that wasn’t beautiful as they looked at me. Like a starving tiger that had found its prey, she let out a breath that was both powerful and quiet.
“…Hehe. Well then, let’s move on to the next spot for the massage.”
Leaving only a tingling sensation behind, she stepped off the bed for a moment.
Then,
“Saeki, go a little lower.”
“Ah, yes.”
“Alright, can you lift your head up?”
“…Huh?”
“If you don’t hurry up, I can’t massage you.”
I lifted my head as instructed, and she slid her own knee into place there.
The so-called lap pillow was complete.
“Hey! This is no good, right!?”
“Why?”
“Why… well…!”
“Because all you can see are breasts? If there are breasts, does that mean I can’t massage you? Does it become improper relations?”
“W-Wait, we never talked about that, did we!?”
“I just want to provide wholesome service to my beloved husband, okay? Just shut up and enjoy it, alright?”
With that, she began kneading my neckline.
It felt good, sure, but I couldn’t concentrate at all. More than half my field of vision was taken up by Amagi’s chest, and I couldn’t see her face at all.
Every time she bent over, that overwhelming mass brushed against my face.
Even through her tank top, it felt soft, warm, smelled good… Instinctively, I found myself liking it.
My vision was completely blocked, I felt suffocated, and yet my body rejoiced on its own.
The blood inside me, the desire, the adolescence.
I could feel it breaking free from every restraint, racing toward a certain point.
“Saeki, are you breathing okay? You alright?”
This is bad.
“Your body’s really tense too… Why don’t you take a deep breath and calm down?”
This is bad.
“To make you feel safe, I’ll give you a hug. Here, a big hug… Oh, wait, maybe my breasts are blocking your breath?”
Very, very bad.
“Huh…? Saeki…?”
A voice tinged with confusion.
I know better than anyone why I am making that sound.
“Mouu…♡ What are you thinking about during a simple massage, huh?♡”
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The purpose of this massage is to relieve Saeki’s fatigue and heal him, but there’s actually another hidden goal.
It’s to stir up his desire, stir it up, stir it up relentlessly, and push him to the brink of explosion.
If possible, to steer things toward a naughty development.
To engage in the true act of a married couple.
To achieve that, first, create an erotic atmosphere with lighting and scent.
Massage him earnestly and thoroughly while he’s face down to lower his guard. Then, once he’s face up, gradually but surely stimulate his wild side. Attack his groin relentlessly to build his anticipation, then awaken him with the finishing touch of the breast blindfold… That was the plan.
“Saeki, are you breathing okay? You alright?”
This is it, I thought.
“Your body’s really tense too… Take a deep breath, calm down?”
I could smell victory.
“To make you feel safe, I’ll hold you tight. See, like this… Oh, wait, maybe my breasts are blocking your breath?”
I couldn’t stop grinning.
“Huh…? Saeki…?”
The rough, selfish side of Saeki—the one who’s usually so gentle and considerate.
…It’s scary, after all.
Really, really scary.
But strangely, it makes me just as happy.
He’s cute, precious, desirable—I can’t take my eyes off him.
“Ugh…♡ What are you thinking about during a simple massage, huh?♡”
The moment I said that—.
With a thud, Saeki pushed me away and sat up.
Huh… H-Honestly, did you really lose control?
Did you just… lose it…!?
“…Ah, Amagi-san, I’m sorry…!”
“Huh? — Whoa!”
Suddenly, he grabbed my shoulders hard enough to hurt and slammed me face-down onto the bed.
Oh, oh no…! This is the real deal, he’s switched on!
What do I do, what do I do, what do I do?! Um, what do you do in a situation like this…?! Should I take the lead… but I have no experience!
…Well, whatever happens, happens.
It’s okay, Saeki. I’ll take care of everything for you♡
“Hnnn ♡♡♡”
An unfamiliar pleasure suddenly shot through my body, and a deep, throaty moan escaped my throat.
What is this? I don’t know this! I don’t know this, it’s scary…!
“Hey… Sae, Saeki!”
“I’m so sorry, Amagi-san!”
“You don’t need to apologize… N-stop, n-uh ♡ Uh, I am making a weird voice…♡”
“If you keep massaging me like this, I’m going to go crazy…!”
“It’s so squirmy ♡♡♡ My voice’s getting ugly, so stop — ♡♡♡”
“So, I’ll have to take over. …If we are a married couple, I have to be considerate of my wife, too.”
As I lay face down, Saeki applied merciless, precise acupressure to my back.
The pleasure was unlike anything I’d ever experienced before, and sparks flew in my head. I didn’t want to make any dirty noises, but I couldn’t help it.
“Sa-a-a-eki…♡ Uh, you’re too good…♡ A-a-aah♡♡♡”
“My sister trained me extensively… Well, I’m glad you like it…!”
“Ahhh, my head’s gonna explode ~“
Thus, my plan failed, and I learned firsthand that there was no way I could beat Saeki with these kinds of domestic skills.
Maiban