"Done."
While Airi was absorbed in the video and he could still barely keep himself under control, Kiyoharu decisively got up and made his escape.
When Airi cast him a slightly puzzled look, all she saw was Kiyoharu's smooth retreating figure, with none of that conspicuous front view in sight.
"What a by-the-book man. Couldn't he stay a little longer? Is gaming really that fun?"
Airi muttered to herself, rolling her ankle as a satisfied glow appeared on her face.
Especially the part where he pressed the soles of her feet—it felt like her body was being recharged. The day's exhaustion had vanished, leaving her brimming with energy.
She turned on the TV and put on the variety show she had been following.
Before long, Airi impatiently switched back and forth between programs. Shows that normally helped her relax felt especially dull today.
Airi knew perfectly well where that strange feeling came from.
Kiyoharu-kun's massage... I want it.
I want more.
She was a willful and greedy girl. Whatever she wanted, she had to have. That was what her father had taught her, too.
But her current situation was rather awkward. Airi had initially looked down on the treatment plan Kiyoharu proposed and had only intended to give it a try. If she now took the initiative to ask him to... uh, extend the session? Wouldn't that be slapping herself in the face, practically admitting that she loved Kiyoharu's technique?
Absolutely not!
Airi simply could not imagine herself becoming addicted to some man's touch one day.
It was depravity—and a betrayal of her soul.
Shaking her head, Airi drove the thought of extending the session from her mind. After giving it some thought, she decided to work overtime in the study.
Since she was not in the mood to watch