Time Loop in Anime Multiverse, I Do Whatever I Want 46

Fushimi Makoto shook his head: "You've got it wrong. It's that I hope to help you all improve your relationship. At the very least, from my perspective, Mr. Nakano's concern for you isn't fake, and I want to give him a hand as well."

Only by doing this could I, this "punk," be accepted by that old man Nakano.

The three girls were silent for a moment, until finally, the eldest sister, Nakano Ichika, stepped forward: "I will find a time to contact Father."

Nakano Nino and Nakano Itsuki also said: "Then we'll leave it to you."

They all had a very good impression of Fushimi Makoto, so they didn't doubt his words in the slightest.

It was just that Nakano Maruo always kept a straight face, appearing so cold and aloof that no one dared to approach him, leaving the five sisters with no idea how to interact with him.

Now that Fushimi Makoto was willing to help, they agreed to it.

With the serious business finished, Nakano Nino wondered if she should take the opportunity to go home and change her pants, but Nakano Ichika suddenly spoke up: "By the way, since Nino has already enjoyed Makoto's professional massage, isn't it time for me and Itsuki to have a turn?"

Nakano Itsuki instinctively waved her hands: "I don't think I need one."

Nakano Ichika smiled and grabbed her arm: "Don't be shy. Nino gave his massage skills such high praise; don't you want to experience it for yourself?"

Nakano Itsuki immediately began to hesitate.

She was indeed curious.

Nakano Ichika noticed the look in Itsuki's eyes and struck while the iron was hot: "Then Itsuki can go first, and then I'll go."

Nakano Itsuki turned her head and looked at Fushimi Makoto with a hesitant expression: "Is that okay, Fushimi?"

"I don't mind." Fushimi Makoto agreed; he had already realized that Nakano Ichika was up to something.

Nakano Nino, who had been planning to head home, had no choice but to stay behind and wait to go back with her sisters.

Nakano Ichika's lips curled up; she was a girl with a plan.

Besides, back in the kitchen, she had already noticed that Fushimi Makoto was quite infatuated with her great figure, to the point where she had accidentally discovered his "weapon."

Club member Ichika is willing to offer her loyalty to the Club President!

This massage should have taken place in the living room, but Nakano Ichika thought of an excuse in advance: "Let's just go to Makoto's room; after all, that's where Nino got hers done earlier."

Nakano Itsuki wanted to refuse out of modesty, but Nakano Ichika spoke first: "Those schedules are just sitting in the living room, and we don't need to tidy up right now. Once everyone has experienced Makoto's professional massage skills, we can come back out and continue our discussion."

"Alright then."

Nakano Itsuki had no choice but to agree; she truly hadn't finished digesting the schedules yet.

Nakano Nino didn't say a word throughout this.

Because she kept feeling like Nakano Ichika was up to something, but she had no evidence for the time being.

Once the four of them reached the bedroom and Nakano Itsuki endured her shyness to lie down, Fushimi Makoto maintained the posture of a consummate professional: his mind was completely clear of distractions.

It was precisely this focused demeanor that successfully dispelled Nino's suspicions regarding Ichika.

Previously, Nino had been the one experiencing it, but this time she was a bystander, and the two perspectives brought two different feelings.

When she saw Nakano Itsuki squinting her eyes in comfort, her toes even curling up, she couldn't help but feel a bit embarrassed.

So that's what I looked like earlier; what a shameful sight.

Afterward, she looked at the intensely focused Fushimi Makoto, thinking that she hadn't misjudged this friend of hers after all—even when faced with a beautiful girl like Itsuki, he didn't have a single impure thought.

When Nakano Itsuki finished her turn and climbed off the bed, blushing and feeling lightheaded, she exclaimed with pleasant surprise while putting on her shoes: "Nino was right, Fushimi, you really are professional!"

She felt as though all the fatigue she had accumulated had completely vanished after that massage.

It was the kind of relief that went from her head all the way down to her waist.

The reason it didn't go from her head to her toes was that, out of shyness, she had refused the leg massage portion of Fushimi Makoto's routine.

Regarding this, Nakano Nino muttered to herself: Itsuki, you missed the most comfortable part.

You have to realize, she had been massaged to the point where she had to go home and change her pants...

"Thanks for the compliment. As long as you're satisfied, it means I've truly mastered the craft."

Fushimi Makoto replied, glancing at Nakano Ichika out of the corner of his eye.

Sure enough, the girl secretly winked at him and then said to her two sisters: "Itsuki, don't you want to keep looking at the schedules?"

"Oh, right, I haven't finished reading them yet." Nakano Itsuki was just thinking the same thing.

Nakano Ichika then looked at Nino: "Nino, you should go take a look too. I won't hide it from you anymore; Itsuki and I actually want the three of you to join the club as well."

Nakano Nino instinctively wanted to refuse, but then remembered this was Fushimi Makoto's club, so she changed to a more tactful phrasing: "I don't really have much interest in these kinds of clubs."

Nakano Ichika smiled brightly: "I know, but you can just take a look first, right? What if you decide you want to join later? The five of us being in the same club—just thinking about it makes me feel like it would be wonderful."

Hearing the words "the five of us being together," Nakano Nino hesitated for a moment before agreeing.

No matter what, the five of them were supposed to be together anyway.

Besides, the professional attitude Fushimi Makoto had displayed earlier had completely put Nakano Nino at ease.

She figured that since Fushimi Makoto was so serious, even if Ichika had other motives, it shouldn't be a problem.

But once Nino and Itsuki left the bedroom, Nakano Ichika quietly closed the door, raised a fair, delicate finger to her lips, and a charming flush bloomed across her beautiful face.

Fushimi Makoto met her watery gaze: "You really were planning to stir up trouble."

Nakano Ichika slowly parted her red lips, smiling as she lowered her voice: "Ten minutes."

What she meant was that she would only stay in the room for ten minutes.

But what Fushimi Makoto thought was: This is what you call a limited-time encore bonus!

Chapter 47 Safety Shorts

Generally speaking, ten minutes is a very short amount of time.

If you are playing a game or taking an exam, it passes in almost the blink of an eye.

Nakano Ichika had initially thought the same thing.

Ten minutes was too little.

But with Nino and the others still in the living room, if she were to do something bad and get caught, and word spread throughout the house, she would surely be teased by the four of them for the rest of her life.

As Nakano Ichika lay on the bed with conflicted thoughts, wanting to make up for the massage bonus that belonged to her, she realized a very serious problem.

Earlier, she had let Itsuki go first, partly to help her sister relax and partly to lower Nino's guard.

Only in this way could she naturally manage to stay in the bedroom alone.

Fushimi Makoto had guessed this beforehand, so he had maintained a high standard throughout the process.

He focused on a professional, proper massage.

The two of them were essentially meeting each other halfway with a tacit understanding.

But now, with no one else in the room, and Nakano Ichika having used a teasing tone to say, "Ten minutes," should Fushimi Makoto still be professional?

The answer is no.

When he massaged Nino and Itsuki, he started properly from the shoulders.

Switching to Ichika, he changed his approach to start from the young girl's beautiful legs.

First the feet, then the calves, then the thighs, and then... back to the feet.

Yes, he was just that direct.

At first, Nakano Ichika felt very comfortable and relaxed; the fatigue accumulated from running between school and the film set these past few days was perfectly relieved.

But as he kept massaging, she realized something was wrong.

Her face was heating up.

Her body was heating up too.

Her legs felt so sore.

And a little itchy, too.

"Don't move around, you're going to affect a professional masseur's performance," Fushimi Makoto said with a straight face.

Nakano Ichika looked back at him, her small face flushed, and asked with a half-smile: "Is this still a proper massage?"

"Of course it's proper. Don't you feel comfortable?"

"It's comfortable, it's just that right now..."

"What about right now?"

"...I think I'm starting to feel something."

Blushing, she uttered such a bold, suggestive remark.

Fushimi Makoto, however, smiled and said: "That's exactly the effect I wanted. A proper massage is only proper once it's massaged you into a state of total attention."

Nakano Ichika didn't understand what "attention" meant in this context.

But she was clear about her own inner desires.

So, enduring the feeling of her body heating up and turning to jelly, she whispered: "Maybe you should stop massaging."

Fushimi Makoto knew there was more to come, so he waited patiently.

Sure enough, Nakano Ichika said with a sultry gaze: "You should just play with my legs instead."

Up to this point, she had only been in the room for three minutes.

In other words, she had left seven minutes for Fushimi Makoto.

Ten minutes later, Nakano Ichika felt as if her body had melted into water, lying on the bed unable to move for a long time.

Her reaction this time was even more intense than it had been in the kitchen just moments ago.

There was no helping it; with no one to disturb them in the bedroom, even though she hadn't set a "safe word," it was indeed safer than the kitchen.

Especially when Nakano Ichika opened her hazy, watery eyes and saw Fushimi Makoto wiping his hands with a tissue, she felt even more ashamed.

It's over, I'm actually this weak!

I surrendered my defeat CG way too quickly.

The Cucumber Immortal hadn't even made a move yet, but her health bar had already been emptied by Fushimi Makoto.

This left her feeling annoyed, while her heart was simultaneously filled with shame.

Do I need to start training harder?

Otherwise, with my body being this weak, what am I going to do in the future?

The young girl sank into a mix of joy and shyness.

Meanwhile, Fushimi Makoto wiped his hands, glanced at the time, and reminded her, "Twelve minutes have already passed. Do you need me to help you deal with them?"

Nakano Ichika understood what he meant: he could help her buy some time to rest.

"No need, help me up. I can still show off!"

Nakano Ichika forced herself to prop up against the bed and sit up.

Fushimi Makoto couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"What are you laughing at?" Nakano Ichika glared at him, annoyed.

Fushimi Makoto answered honestly, "Because you look very cute right now."

"Am I not cute usually?"

Even though her health bar had been wiped out, she was still thinking about teasing him.

"Usually, you're probably only seven-tenths cute," Fushimi Makoto said, appearing to ponder.

"And what about now?"

"Ten, or even nine-tenths cute."

"Is there something wrong with your description?"

"Don't worry about the details."