Ah! Here Comes the Veteran!

Shiomiya felt the slender, jade-like hand gently caressing his cheek.

That's it?

Kushida hadn't even improved her tricks.

Still the same old routine.

Kushida withdrew her hand. Seeing Shiomiya staring blankly ahead, she felt that she had him completely under her control.

"Wash them for me."

Kushida looked at Shiomiya expectantly, wanting to see humiliation on his face.

Yet Shiomiya showed no reaction at all and simply placed Kushida's feet into the hot water.

Kushida's body instantly tensed as she tried to pull her feet back.

The water was a little too hot. Shiomiya held her feet down, and she couldn't pull them out right away.

Kushida kept slapping Shiomiya. "Let go! Let go already!"

Shiomiya turned a deaf ear.

After a while, once Kushida had adjusted to the temperature, she gradually relaxed.

Shiomiya began carefully washing her, striving not to miss a single inch of skin.

Kushida stared fixedly at Shiomiya, her pearly teeth biting her lower lip.

Not obedient at all!

I really need to train you properly!

"Shiomiya-kun, you wouldn't want anyone else to find out about your crime, would you?" Kushida threatened in a low voice.

Shiomiya considered it for a moment. "I don't think it matters. It mainly depends on you. As long as you're happy."

Kushida was furious. What was wrong with this guy? This wasn't how the script went. I refuse to accept this!

You were supposed to be overwhelmed with shame and fury, glaring at me viciously while unable to do anything about it. In the end, you could only compromise and become my plaything!

After Shiomiya finished washing Kushida's feet, he was just about to get a towel.

Kushida directly stepped on his chest.

"Dry them with your clothes."

Kushida was still watching Shiomiya's reaction.

Feel ashamed! Feel angry! Feel despair! Shiomiya Yo!

Yet Shiomiya merely undid his shirt, wrapped it around Kushida's feet, and dried them.

This time, Kushida was truly stepping on Shiomiya's chest, with no clothing between them.

Feeling Shiomiya's warmth and skin, Kushida instead felt a little uncomfortable.

Once he was done, Shiomiya cleaned everything up. This time, Kushida made no further demands and merely sat at the edge of the bed with her head lowered.

Kushida felt that today's operation had almost completely failed, but she still had one final move!

"Shiomiya, come massage my feet," Kushida ordered.

Kushida intended to tease this little virgin, even though he seemed to think he had already graduated.

Shiomiya should have feelings for her. She would make Shiomiya Yo into her genuine simp just like this!

Shiomiya did not refuse this request.

Part of Shiomiya's expenses went toward services like this. Foot washing, massages, beauty treatments—he often went to enjoy such things.

After enjoying them often enough, he had naturally picked up a few tricks.

He really was a veteran.

Kushida lay flat on the bed, watching Shiomiya and waiting for him to begin.

Shiomiya did not hold back. After locating the pressure points, he pressed down hard.

Kushida let out a muffled groan but did not react much.

Looks like her kidneys are fine!

This was someone from a hard-hit area.

Seeing Kushida struggling, Shiomiya increased his strength and launched a fierce assault on every pressure point.

Kushida cooperated quite well. Other than the occasional muffled groan, she did not react too strongly.

As Shiomiya worked, Kushida only felt streams of heat rising from the soles of her feet. Her entire body went slightly numb, and she began to sweat faintly. It really was comfortable.

She had not expected Shiomiya to possess such a skill.

Just as Kushida was becoming immersed in it, she remembered that she still had to train Shiomiya.

Kushida opened the eyes she had narrowed in comfort, her expression languid and seductive. "Shiomiya, what are you trying to do by working so hard to please me?" She sat up and reached out to pinch Shiomiya's chin.

Shiomiya looked utterly confused. He had just been testing his ideas and planned to try every technique.

It was rare for him to try something new. Shiomiya found it quite interesting, and only the first few times gave him this feeling.

He had been getting into it when Kushida interrupted him.

"I'm a professional! Please don't interrupt me!"

Shiomiya had not heard a word Kushida said and simply tossed out a perfunctory response.

Kushida was angered by his words.

This guy never followed the script.

Kushida punched Shiomiya on the head. "Idiot, don't you know that talking to the customer during a massage is basic practice?"

Shiomiya covered his head. He honestly had not known that. Every time, he just kept quiet.

"...Got it. What do you want to talk about?" Shiomiya asked, still holding his head.

Since when had Kushida become so strong?

Seeing that the conversation had completely gone off track, Kushida could only give up on training Shiomiya.

"Then tell me how you learned massage."

Shiomiya's hands did not stop moving. "I went often enough, so I naturally learned."

"Oh... You go often?" Kushida looked at Shiomiya with an unfriendly gaze.

Shiomiya nodded. "I even have a membership card. It's just that there aren't many places like that around school, and the service is only decent."

"Oh... Is that so?

Then you have to bring me along whenever you go from now on!"

Shiomiya raised a brow. That would increase his expenses again, and he did not think Kushida would pay.

It looked like he needed a sustainable source of income. Otherwise, how could he afford to support two people?

To think that Shiomiya Yo would one day worry about money.

Seeing Shiomiya sink into melancholy, Kushida thought he was unwilling.

"You don't have the right to refuse. Or do you have some shameful secret?" Kushida suddenly teased.

"Though I can understand. After all, you're that kind of person." Kushida habitually mocked Shiomiya.

Shiomiya said seriously to Kushida, "Kushida, I need your help!"

Shiomiya's serious gaze made Kushida pause. "What is it this time?"

"It's about making money. If you're coming with me, the expenses will be even higher. After this, you..."

Shiomiya explained his plan to Kushida in detail.

Kushida frowned at times, looked surprised at times, and nodded at times. In the end, she agreed.

The next day, during lunch break, in the cafeteria.

Shiomiya sat directly across from a slightly chubby boy.

"You're in Class 3-A, right? I heard there's a gay guy in your class. Is that true?"

Murata Tetsuya's eyes widened.

Was there something wrong with this guy? How would I know? Nobody would talk about something like that, would they?

"Classmate, I don't think there's a gay guy in our class. Besides, no one would say something like that out loud, would they?"

"I'm gay."

Murata Tetsuya:?

No, was this guy really that bold? He just said it outright? Would anyone really say something like that directly? Was this guy even human?

I should probably reassure someone this bold. Otherwise, who knows what he might do.

"Uh, brother, I respect your orientation. Don't care about what other people think. I support you pursuing your own happiness."

"Really? That's great!"

"Actually, there's someone I like."

Murata Tetsuya understood. This guy just wanted other people's support.

"Classmate, I support you in pursuing the person you like."

"I like you."

Murata Tetsuya:???