"Hm? Why did you agree so easily?"
Masuzu raised an eyebrow, instinctively sensing that something was off.
Though they had only officially known each other for two days, she had been observing him for a while now. She knew for sure that this guy wasn't some kiss-up or nice guy—on the contrary, he always remained relaxed and kept his distance from women.
Even if she had just jokingly asked for a shoulder massage, Yuu should have scoffed and flatly refused.
Her fake-boyfriend instincts screamed at her: There's a hidden motive!
(Could it be... he wants to take the chance to grope my body, accidentally massaging his way up to my chest?)
When that thought crossed her mind, Masuzu smiled faintly and shook her head—after all, if Yuu really wanted to do that, he had plenty of chances this morning when she was clinging to his arm.
This was a test—a test of his ability to overcome base desire—and he had accepted it.
Only by conquering the pure, virgin instincts of a man could one truly grow...
Diavolo would give a thumbs-up for this.
She stopped her JOJO-style thinking, and Masuzu gave him a faint smile.
"If you don't mind, then I won't trouble you."
After all, since she knew there was a hidden motive, she wouldn't foolishly get closer to him.
Thinking this, as Masuzu pulled out her lunch—a highly nutritious jelly drink—and prepared to sip it, she suddenly noticed a pair of hands that had somehow already settled on her shoulders. His thumbs gently pressed into her spine.
Perhaps because her uniform was thin, or perhaps because of his high body temperature, his palms felt like warm water bottles. As they pressed against her, the muscles around her shoulders quickly relaxed, like slipping under a blanket on a cold winter day—so comfortably warm that she couldn't help but half-close her eyes.
Masuzu froze slightly, then snapped back to reality and instinctively tried to resist.
"Don't touch me randomly. Didn't I already say not to bother?"
"When you clung to my arm this morning, I didn't refuse you. This is just payback."
He completely ignored her protest. Yuu pressed his palms firmly, like holding down a restless young lion, pinning her in place beneath his hands.
Masuzu had no choice but to stop resisting. She could only tilt her head up and look into Yuu's eyes, which gazed down at her.
"I'm warning you—sexual harassment definitions are very broad these days, you know?"
Her blue eyes narrowed, and she warned him with a smile that wasn't entirely sincere.
To her surprise, Yuu didn't just remain unafraid—his fingers pressing into her shoulders even seemed to experiment mischievously.
"You brought me to such a secluded place. You should've been mentally prepared—scream as loud as you want, Masuzu. No matter how loudly you scream, no one will come."
Hearing that, Masuzu actually panicked. She opened her mouth to scream.
"Wait, you... Ah?~"
Before she could finish, the man's fingers suddenly applied pressure, making her emit a soft, melodious moan.
She immediately clamped her mouth shut. A blush quietly crept across her pale skin. Then, angry, she tried to twist around toward the man behind her who was carelessly doing strange things to her body.
"I said stop... Ngh?~ Tch!"
Masuzu bit her lip hard, but unfortunately, her voice still slipped from her throat.
Her breathing grew faster. A strange sensation spread from the spot being massaged.
Yuu behind her ignored her resistance, like an impatient old man. His fingers moved firmly and slowly.
Masuzu instinctively clenched her fists and tightened her thighs, struggling with all her might not to make any embarrassing sounds.
But she couldn't help it. It felt too good.
The varying pressure—deep and shallow—released the tension in her shoulders that had built up over time. Acupressure points along her shoulders and neck were continuously kneaded, as if a warm current were slowly flowing from the top of her body down to her toes, gradually draining her resistance and slowly relaxing her entire body.
"Ah... I said st—ngh... don't... haah... do you not... ha-uh... understand language... sshh..."
Seductive, breathy sounds echoed continuously through the small grove.
In the end, Masuzu could only grit her teeth and fall silent. She lay limply in his arms, allowing Yuu to massage her shoulders, lymph nodes, and acupressure points, struggling to regulate her breathing to appear calm.
"My massage technique is pretty good, right?"
Seeing her blank expression—unable to resist, forced only to accept—it was only then that Yuu smiled and asked deliberately.
Masuzu closed her eyes. Her face was red. She answered with a flat expression: "Good enough for a rapist."
"Hey, why am I the villain? In that case, every massage parlor in the world should shut down."
"Massage parlors that force their customers onto beds—shouldn't they be shut down immediately? That's illegal."
"Just tell me—was it comfortable or not? If it wasn't, you can sue me. I'll turn myself in."
Masuzu fell silent for a moment, then turned her face away. Her tone was casual and light.
"Of course it wasn't comfortable. Fine, you can go home early and head to the police station."
[Ding!]
[Congratulations, host has received a reward: 1000 yen]
[Congratulations, host has received a reward: Proficient Dessert Making]
A thousand yen...
It was said that most massage parlors in underground station alleys charged per ten minutes—1000 yen for ten minutes... He hadn't even massaged her for five minutes yet.
This customer was clearly very satisfied.
"Liar."
Yuu smiled, then finally removed his hands from the girl's warm, soft shoulders.
His massage skills had already been upgraded to Expert Level during the second mission, and the system had granted him knowledge of human acupressure points and various massage techniques.
Combined with his perfect muscle control, if he worked as a masseur, he might open a parlor beloved by girls and young women—making them soar to heaven with just a single touch.
Of course it felt good. More importantly, it was good for Masuzu's body.
For example, muscle stiffness, slouching, and shoulder and neck pain caused by the weight of her chest—while massage couldn't cure these directly, at least it provided temporary relief, making her feel reborn.
Though the area Yuu touched wasn't very large, his skilled, professional technique was worth at least two or three times the price of an underground alley massage parlor. Thinking about it, Masuzu should have been thanking him.
Considering this, Yuu generously said:
"No need to thank me. Think of it as me itching to find someone to practice on."
After all, he also enjoyed the sensation of massaging a beautiful girl beneath his palms, and he got to hear her clear, soft breathing. So it was fine to call this a mutually beneficial result.
Seeing his shameless attitude, Masuzu could only sigh. She smoothed her shimmering silver hair, the blush on her face gradually fading.
"My boyfriend randomly massaging me... What can I even say, and who can I even complain to? I'm the one who chose the wrong person."
Unexpectedly, she didn't put up any real resistance, nor did she flirt back even once.
...Maybe she was afraid Yuu would apply more pressure and not let her walk out of the grove.