"Ahaha... Makomo, I leaned on your shoulder all night. Is it sore? Let me rub it for you..."
The moment he saw the look in Makomo's eyes change, Kanzaki Kumo sprang straight up. One blink, he was enjoying her lap pillow; the next, he was behind her, his hands kneading her shoulders with moderate pressure to ease their aching numbness.
Most Swordsmen in the Demon Slayer Corps knew at least a few massage techniques for relaxing muscles. With his years of training, Kanzaki Kumo was naturally even better at it, and Makomo soon cast aside her earlier displeasure, narrowing her eyes in enjoyment.
Seeing this, Kanzaki Kumo kept up his efforts. After massaging her shoulders for a while, he moved diagonally in front of her, rested her supple legs across his own, and began massaging her thighs.
"And your legs, too. Who knows how long my head was resting on them? They must be a little uncomfortable, right? Let me knead them for you..."
Of course, he was not so eager to "wait on her" merely to distract her. It was more out of care.
After all, Kanzaki Kumo had slept against her shoulder the entire night. An ordinary person might have woken up with everything from their shoulder to their arm numb. Although Makomo's constitution was considerably stronger than an ordinary person's, she must still have felt quite uncomfortable.
Otherwise, why would she have risked waking Kanzaki Kumo to move his head from her shoulder to her thighs?
So Kanzaki Kumo really was concentrating on massaging Makomo.
At first, Makomo felt a little shy at the sensations coming from her thighs. But looking at Kanzaki Kumo's expression, free of even a trace of desire, and his hands, which behaved themselves without wandering, she gradually suppressed her embarrassment and went