*Thud! Thud! Thud!*
The knocking was loud and forceful, as if the person outside was venting their frustration.
Kamizuki Hikari opened the door and saw the visitor—Kurama Yakumo!
"You're here—Haaah~—early!" He yawned mid-sentence.
"Move!"
Yakumo shoved Hikari aside and marched straight toward his room.
"Wait, what are you doing?"
Was this the legendary ultimate enthusiasm of a fan? Coming all this way just to—
"Shut up. Kurenai-sensei woke me up, and I didn't get my full twelve hours of sleep. From now on, this bed is mine!"
With that, Yakumo plopped herself onto Hikari's still-warm bed, kicked off her shoes, and unceremoniously sprawled across it.
"Seriously... you've got some nerve, kid."
Hikari was genuinely speechless at Yakumo's audacity.
'I'm a single man, and you, a young girl, just waltz into my room and climb into my bed? Aren't you afraid I might actually do something?'
"So, when do you plan to wake up?"
For a patient, Yakumo was incredibly self-indulgent.
"Mmm... let me sleep until the end of time." Yakumo murmured softly before her breathing steadied, clearly about to drift off.
"Weren't you supposed to come here for treatment today?" Hikari decided to ask. If she wasn't interested, he could just go out and enjoy his day.
"Yeah, but that's after I wake up..." Yakumo mumbled drowsily.
"So, you expect me to just wait for you?" Hikari nearly laughed in exasperation.
This time, he didn't wait for her reply. Instead, he grabbed the blanket and yanked it off.
"Get up!"
"You—!"
Yakumo, rudely awakened, was about to snap when she met Hikari's gaze.
What kind of look was that?
Cold. Detached. Like a deity looking down upon the mortal world, filled with an air of superiority.
"What about me?" Hikari's lips curled into a smirk. "Don't forget—you're the one begging me to heal you, not the other way around. Got it?"
"...Got it."
Yakumo answered meekly.
"Good. Now go change into these and take a shower." Hikari tossed Yakumo a set of silky shorts and a matching tank top—the kind of outfit you'd expect in a... different kind of situation.
In one of his books, the female lead had worn something like this. And what followed definitely wasn't suitable for daytime reading.
"So... you're finally making your move on me?"
As a devoted fan of Hikari's work, Yakumo was very familiar with many scenes from his books.
People always said men were perverts, but when girls got serious, they could put men to shame.
"Do you think your figure compares to Kurenai's?" Hikari ruthlessly crushed Yakumo's confidence.
As a seasoned connoisseur, he knew full well that if a woman decided to be bold, he wouldn't be able to resist.
The best strategy was to mercilessly crush her enthusiasm the moment it appeared.
Like now.
Yakumo glanced down at her own flat chest, then recalled Kurenai's figure from yesterday, and could only shut her mouth in defeat.
It was an undeniable fact. She had no rebuttal.
"Go change already."
Ten minutes later, Yakumo was lying face-down on a specially designed massage table, while a bottle of clear, honey-like liquid sat beside Hikari. It had a faint, pleasant fragrance.
Given the situation, any girl with a dirty mind—like Yakumo—would definitely start imagining certain things.
A massage table. Floral-scented oil.
Wasn't this a common setup in certain kinds of roleplay?
Yakumo really wanted to ask: Holy Light-sensei, and you still claim you're not interested in me?!
"Quit imagining weird stuff."
Hikari flicked her forehead, then dipped his fingers into the oil and began rubbing it onto her arm.
"This is for women's skincare. Your body is underdeveloped, so I'm using it as a medium to enhance the treatment's effects."
As Hikari spoke, Yakumo felt his hands gliding over her arm. With each movement, waves of warmth seeped into her muscles, reaching deep into her bones.
"Mmm~"
Yakumo couldn't help but let out a soft moan.
"Behave."
Hikari smacked the fleshiest part of her backside in warning.
'I'm a decent guy, so why does this girl keep trying to seduce me?'
'Do you really think decent guys don't eat meat?'
"S-Sorry! I just couldn't help it!"
Yakumo was embarrassed.
Despite her earlier boldness, when it came to actual practice, she was completely out of her depth.
"This is a legitimate treatment. I'm using chakra to accelerate your body's development, bringing it up to the level it should be at your age. After that, I'll strengthen your physique so you can meet shinobi standards."
"Mmm... got it." Yakumo mumbled, grabbing a cloth and biting down on it.
The sheer pleasure coursing through her body was unbearable.
It was like the difference between pain and tickling. Pain could be endured with willpower, but tickling? Not so much.
No matter how tough someone was, they couldn't resist their body's natural reactions.
And what Yakumo was feeling now was far more intense than that.
Her body instinctively reacted, completely independent of her will.
First her arms, then her back.
Hikari, the ever-righteous man, continued applying the oil to nourish Yakumo's body.
Compared to the yang-release chakra he was using, the oil was mostly just a lubricant. After all, he couldn't just rub his bare hands all over her—that would definitely send the wrong message.
But with the oil, he could convince himself this was a professional massage, completely free of impure thoughts.
Yes. That was what he firmly believed.
While Hikari remained calm and composed, Yakumo was not faring as well.
The pleasure in her arms had been tolerable.
But the sensations in her back? They reached deep inside her, multiplying the intensity several times over.
Her face flushed, her eyes grew hazy, and her entire body felt like it was about to break.
"Mmm~ Ahh~"
"H-Hikari... I c-can't... hold it... anymore... S-Sorry!"
Sigh.
Faced with Yakumo's sincere apology, Kamizuki Hikari could only maintain his poker face, focusing solely on his task.
It wasn't that he had superhuman resistance to temptation.
It was just that Yakumo's flat figure really wasn't anything to get excited about.
Now, if it were Tsunade or Kurenai? His hands would've definitely wandered.
This wasn't a matter of his willpower being strong—it was simply that the enemy wasn't putting up much of a fight!
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