The Unmatched Monument in the History of Therapeutic Massage
After dinner, it was time for foot kneading.
This had actually been carved out of Kiyoharu's gaming time. He was sacrificing the little self to fulfill the Young Lady's feet. Considering there were Energy Points to earn as well, he had no choice but to do it.
Before beginning treatment on her jade-like feet, Kiyoharu first cleaned up the remains of dinner.
He dumped the leftover food into the kitchen waste processor, loaded the dishes into the dishwasher, and let three sweeping-and-mopping robots buzz around the house like soldiers guarding a castle.
Since Airi refused to have maids in the house, Kiyoharu had to coordinate and plan everything himself... Still, as long as the appliances worked well, it was not particularly difficult.
The only thing he had to keep in mind was that if dinner required a long preparation time, he needed to ask for leave and head home early in the afternoon. Fortunately, the school belonged to the Chihaya Family, so no one dared object. The academic office also arranged Kiyoharu's classes in the mornings whenever possible.
Airi yawned. Hearing Kiyoharu tidying up in the kitchen, she could not help glancing at her fair ankles exposed beneath her nightgown.
Logically speaking, trousers should have been more convenient for Kiyoharu's "therapeutic massage." Yet Airi had once again worn a nightgown, with dark lace beneath it—the most sensual kind.
She did not know when it had started, but she had come to especially enjoy Kiyoharu's admiring gaze. He genuinely wanted to look, yet tried hard to restrain himself. His face remained as still as an ancient well, but his heart was probably itching like crazy. Just imagining Kiyoharu-kun's conflicted state made Airi incredibly happy.
Honestly, Airi was glad Kiyoharu had suddenly said