What did it mean to honor an agreement?
Even for a foot massage, everything had to be spelled out clearly.
Especially when it came to foot massages, he had to keep things straight. Last time, Airi had gone crazy, stepped on him, and demanded that he lick her feet, proving the Red-Eyed Devil's wolfish ambitions. Kiyoharu had to cut off, at the root, every path through which she could violate his rights!
"We have to sign a contract for this too?" Airi shot him an unhappy glare. "Are you afraid I'll steal your Family Secret Technique? Who cares..."
"Everyone has things they do not want exposed. Please understand."
Kiyoharu gave a slight bow and forcibly stuffed the contract into Airi's hands.
His eyes were calm, carrying a faint, almost imperceptible melancholy. It made Airi think of Kiyoharu's family situation: parents who had once loved him dearly, then an accident that took them away, followed by his adoption by the neighbors...
Perhaps his massage techniques were something his late parents had left him?
If so, it was not strange for him to cherish them.
At heart, Kiyoharu was a stubborn person. Most of the time, he was easygoing, but anything he insisted on, he would absolutely protect.
After only a brief consideration, Airi signed the contract without hesitating for long.
In the end, she only wanted to relive that day's pleasure, that warm and invigorating feeling spreading through her entire body. Work had truly been exhausting lately. Without something stimulating, she never felt quite at ease.
Airi readily put on the blindfold and obediently lay down in her usual spot, crossing her legs. Her feet, wrapped in black stockings, were smooth and glossy, as though coated in a layer of cloying syrup.
The nightgown she wore today was even shorter than