As Everyone Knows, Massages Make You Stronger

I can't think about these things anymore!

Eriri Spencer Sawamura patted her burning cheeks.

Fushimi and I are innocent.

It was just a harmless massage, nothing serious.

The three arrived at the movie theater. Neither Fushimi Makoto nor Eriri Spencer Sawamura wanted to see a particular movie, so Utaha made the decision. "Let's watch this one."

Fushimi Makoto and Eriri Spencer Sawamura looked up and saw that the movie poster Utaha was pointing to was titled "Whispering Corridors."

"A horror movie?" Eriri Spencer Sawamura was stunned.

And it's a horror movie about high school girls.

The atmosphere was incredibly tense.

Although she was a little timid, she didn't want to lose face in front of Fushimi Makoto and the other man, so she didn't say a word and braced herself to follow them inside.

"This movie has such low attendance, is it going to be a bad movie?"

The three of them were taken aback by the incredibly quiet environment as soon as they entered the screening room.

The number of audience members inside could be counted at a glance.

"Including the three of us, there are only 14 people in total. I suspect you picked a terrible movie," Fushimi Makoto said in a low voice.

Utaha pretended not to hear, even though she had the same thought in her mind...

One advantage of having fewer people in the screening room is that everyone can choose their seats freely.

Utaha chose the quietest back row, set out popcorn and cola, and the two beautiful girls sat down next to Fushimi Makoto.

It looks like an enviable scene of someone with two women on either side.

But Fushimi Makoto knew that wasn't the case.

Because after the movie started, he realized that Utaha's mind wasn't on the movie at all, while Eriri Spencer Sawamura next to him had a pale face and kept getting close to him.

As a scene of a ghost jumping around appeared, Eriri Spencer Sawamura finally couldn't resist and jumped into Fushimi Makoto's arms.

"Is it scary?" Fushimi Makoto took the opportunity to touch her twin tails; they were indeed very soft and felt great to the touch.

"N-no, it wasn't that scary." Eriri Spencer Sawamura stubbornly insisted, and then sat back down.

At that very moment, Fushimi Makoto felt a warmth in his palm as Utaha suddenly leaned in and took his hand.

Fushimi Makoto suddenly realized what was going on.

No wonder she hadn't been paying attention to the movie; she was waiting for Eriri Spencer Sawamura to be scared and run around in panic so she could have a legitimate reason to come closer.

Fushimi Makoto turned his head and saw her beautiful eyes filled with a smile.

She even mouthed silently. "Don't make a sound."

Fushimi Makoto thought for a moment, and said, "Since you're so bold, I'll play along."

He reached out and touched Utaha's beautiful legs in black stockings.

Utaha's smile froze, and her mature body trembled.

What's this guy trying to do?

I just wanted to enjoy the little cuddles on our date, I never thought of rewarding you in a place like this!

Utaha's cheeks flushed red, her eyes sparkling with seductive charm, and she was practically drooling.

Eriri Spencer Sawamura was completely unaware of this.

Chapter 300 It is well known that massage can make you stronger.

In fact, Fushimi Makoto did not misbehave at the movie theater.

He has always been quite well-behaved in public.

Even though the screening room was incredibly quiet at the moment, as long as Utaha didn't make any embarrassing noises, no one would notice them in the back rows.

When Fushimi Makoto realized that Utaha wanted to enjoy some intimate moments on their date, he obligingly reached out and began to fondle his senior's beautiful legs.

He had also played with Eriri Spencer Sawamura's delicate feet, but Utaha's were fleshier, more elastic, and felt better to the touch.

This isn't to say that Eriri Spencer Sawamura's legs are inferior; it's just that they each have their own strengths, and their aesthetics and feel are different.

Although Fushimi Makoto was just playing with it casually, Utaha felt an intensely warm and stimulating sensation.

Not to mention this is in a movie theater, and Eriri Spencer Sawamura is sitting right next to me.

Utaha blushed, her eyes filled with a mixture of pleasure and shame, and she secretly turned her head to observe Eriri Spencer Sawamura's situation.

Only now did she realize that Eriri Spencer Sawamura had been terrified by all the horror movies, clinging tightly to Fushimi Makoto's arm, her pale face shrank into his embrace.

Utaha rolled her eyes.

Well, given Eriri Spencer Sawamura's current state, she probably wouldn't even dare to look up, let alone notice her own little actions.

In this strange atmosphere, a horror movie with low attendance finished playing.

After Fushimi Makoto and the others came out of the movie theater, his expression remained normal. Utaha was fixing her hair because she had sweated a little, and the strands of hair on her forehead had become sticky.

Eriri Spencer Sawamura was panting heavily, secretly patting her chest, her face showing lingering fear.

When she noticed Fushimi Makoto's gaze, she immediately retorted defiantly, "This movie is alright, not as scary as I imagined."

"I think this movie is pretty bad," Fushimi Makoto, not pointing out her embarrassment.

"Hmm?" Utaha looked at her with a puzzled expression. "You actually watched the movie?"

Weren't you just focused on playing with my legs?

They've all worn me out.

"Your question is strange, senior. If everyone comes to the movies, does that mean they have to watch the movies? Are you here to sleep?" Fushimi Makoto deliberately retorted.

Utaha gave him a subtle glare, then remained silent.

Eriri Spencer Sawamura, on the other hand, started chatting with Fushimi Makoto: "Now that you mention it, it's actually true. Although the female ghost jumping out in the movie was a bit scary... no, I mean the atmosphere was alright, the story of this movie was really cliché."

Fushimi Makoto summarized. "A cliché story about a high school girl who is murdered and becomes a vengeful spirit, then goes on a killing spree at the school."

Eriri Spencer Sawamura nodded quickly. "Yes, that's what I was thinking. But what I don't understand is, since that girl was killed by a bad guy, she should just seek revenge on the murderer. Why did she have to hurt an innocent student?"

I've wanted to complain about this issue since before I even traveled through time.

Fushimi Makoto.

Whether it's "The Ring," "Ju-On," or other Japanese ghost stories, the ghosts in them seem to be irrational.

They don't care if you're a good person or a bad person; if you accidentally encounter them, you're destined to be hunted down to the end.

"That's so unreasonable," Eriri Spencer Sawamura concluded.

Utaha stared blankly at Fushimi Makoto and Shiki, thinking to herself, "This is supposed to be a date for three, so why are only the two of you discussing the movie?"

Oh, I was just enjoying myself, that's alright then.

It was still early, Fushimi Makoto and his two companions weren't in a hurry to go home and decided to stroll around.

Besides, Utaha had previously mentioned that shopping is also part of a date.

Eriri Spencer Sawamura was unaware of all this; she happily followed Fushimi Makoto, listening to him casually chat about storyboarding.

Although it was just a casual chat, Fushimi Makoto explained things in great detail, and all of them were key pieces of knowledge.

Eriri Spencer Sawamura listened for a while, then asked somewhat uncertainly, "Looking at it this way, I feel like I might actually be able to do it."

"You were capable of doing it." Fushimi Makoto had no doubt about her talent.

Eriri Spencer Sawamura smiled, clearly pleased.

Before Utaha could interject, Fushimi Makoto preemptively asked them, "Speaking of which, have you been keeping up your exercise routine lately?"

"I was too busy the other day so I stopped." Utaha wasn't trying to lie.

Eriri Spencer Sawamura lowered her head somewhat guiltily. "Um, me too... I haven't practiced for about four days."

She felt it was impossible for her to stick to a daily exercise schedule.

Eriri Spencer Sawamura felt very guilty when she answered because the schedule was meticulously prepared by Fushimi Makoto and was specially made for each of them.

She thought Fushimi Makoto might be angry.

After all, if you slack off, it's like wasting other people's efforts.

Fushimi Makoto wasn't angry, of course. He said in a helpless tone, "Although I expected it to turn out this way, I suggest you continue practicing."

"I can feel that my physical fitness has improved a lot, it should be enough," Utaha said with a smile.

Eriri Spencer Sawamura paused, "Wait a minute, I think I've improved too, it seems like it started during the trip... um."

She suddenly blushed and shut her mouth.

She remembered that it was after Fushimi Makoto gave her a massage that she felt her strength and agility improve.

Massage is something you absolutely must never talk about.

We absolutely cannot let Utaha- senpai find out!

Eriri Spencer Sawamura thought to herself.

Even though she didn't understand why she insisted on keeping it from Utaha.

"Are you kidding me, senpai? I remember you wanted to surpass Yukino. She's been working hard every day, and I reckon her physical abilities will soon surpass yours." Fushimi Makoto specifically mentioned Yukino's name.

Utaha frowned slightly; clearly, this was something she cared about very much.

Fushimi Makoto then said to Eriri Spencer Sawamura, "You're still too thin. I suggest you pick up your schedule again. That way, you'll not only become healthier, but you'll also have a chance to surpass Yukino and Ichika."

Eriri Spencer Sawamura's beautiful eyes lit up.

If she had to pick the people she admired most during her time on set, it would definitely be Yukino and Nakano Ichika.

One is an all-around talented young woman, and the other is a star that her peers can only look up to.

Perhaps she had never thought of surpassing these two people before, but when Fushimi Makoto, whom she trusted very much, said those words, her first thought was to be convinced.

If she really had the chance to surpass him, how could she not be tempted?

"Do you want to see my true strength?" Fushimi Makoto, gave them another boost of confidence.

"Yes!" Eriri Spencer Sawamura answered instinctively.

Utaha was more rational and asked suspiciously, "How do you plan to demonstrate it?"

Fushimi Makoto pointed to the prominent LED road sign ahead. "Next, I'll lead you all on a run from here. Only then can you truly experience the charm of exercise."

"Wait, what do you mean by 'take us with you'?" Utaha didn't understand.

Fushimi Makoto didn't say anything, but simply reached out his hand towards the two of them.

Even Eriri Spencer Sawamura understood it now.

He was going to hug us!

No, do you really want to experience a date with three people?

This is unethical!

Eriri Spencer Sawamura blushed and wanted to retort, but Fushimi Makoto adopted a serious and eager attitude, his eyes revealing his excitement.

This scene left her stunned.

She suddenly remembered seeing similar scenes at school.

It's like those guys showing off their limited-edition figurines to their friends.

So, he just wanted to show off and didn't have any improper intentions?

Eriri Spencer Sawamura hesitated.

Utaha was also observing Fushimi Makoto's expression. Seeing that he genuinely didn't seem to have considered a "three-person date," she hesitated slightly and looked at Eriri Spencer Sawamura: "What do you think?"

"Huh? I... I haven't thought about it yet, but if you're willing, Utaha- senpai, I'm not unwilling to cooperate with you," Eriri Spencer Sawamura stammered.

Utaha already knew the other person's personality, so she wasn't surprised and nodded, saying, "Then let's give it a try."

She added, "Yukinoshita told me you have monstrous athletic abilities, and I'm quite interested in that."

Monster level?