Tsunade rested her head on Natsume's thigh, then closed her eyes.
"I'm starting."
After informing Tsunade, Natsume reached out, brushed her bangs to either side, and began massaging her.
He actually knew nothing about massage.
But it was basically just pinching and kneading.
Following a fixed rhythm, he slowly massaged Tsunade's forehead.
A few minutes later, Tsunade's body relaxed.
She had already been a little tired, and with someone gently massaging her, her mind settled and she fell asleep.
Natsume soon moved on to her face.
It was quite fleshy.
But she wasn't fat.
Her figure was just right. A woman like this wouldn't be bony to the touch.
Suddenly, Tsunade turned on her side, facing him.
Natsume found it rather difficult to continue.
After thinking for a moment, he looked at her delicate, translucent ear and leaned down to blow on it.
In his previous life, this was called ASMR.
Natsume sometimes listened to it, but it couldn't cure his insomnia at all. It only made him more excited.
Still, it was quite comfortable.
It was just missing some tools to assist with it.
Cotton swabs, for example.
"Don't!"
Tsunade's body trembled, and she woke up. Opening her eyes, she saw Natsume's bewildered face.
"My ears don't need to be massaged."
Her face flushed slightly as she spoke in a soft voice.
Natsume was slightly taken aback.
That voice is so soft, and she still wants to start... Wait, that isn't like Tsunade at all.
Oh, so that was how it was.
A sensitive spot.
If this were a game, like Sekiro, a red dot should have appeared at this moment.
Natsume silently took note of it, nodded, and said, "Got it."
Tsunade closed her eyes again.
Before long, rhythmic breathing could be heard.
Natsume enjoyed the delicate, smooth