In the original work, there is a scene after special training where Aris gives the protagonist a massage.
But wait, why take off clothes?
I don’t remember such a setting in the original either.
“It’s for the massage.”
I hear Aris’s calm voice.
So even in the original, there was never a call to take off clothes for a massage.
“Where is there a massage without taking off your clothes, Saionji-senpai?”
Suddenly, why is she acting like this?
Did she eat something weird?
I can’t see her expression since she’s standing behind me.
Thwack.
Aris slaps my back.
That hurts.
“…What kind of scoundrel thought process is this, Kim Deok-Sung? Skin contact has a high mana conductivity—it’s common sense. I prepared a mana-infusing massage for you, my admirable junior, and you are being scandalous…”
Aris’s voice trembles.
It’s true that skin contact has high mana conductivity, at least in this world.
Because this is one messed-up light novel world.
Who knew the forced setting for the protagonist and heroine to massage each other in their bare skins would get me into trouble?
“I thought since you have reached the stage of true liberation, you would fully accept my mana infusion massage and improve your mana circuits. I am disappointed, Kim Deok-Sung.”
Squeeze.
Contrary to her cold words, Aris continues to press down on my back.
There’s nothing wrong with her words.
She just didn’t propose it first, but mana infusion massage is indeed an official setting that appeared in the original.
Damn this light novel world.
“No, just go ahead. Massage.”
I sighed inwardly and took off my shirt.
Leaving aside the embarrassment of the process, it’s true that a mana infusion massage would help strengthen mana circuits, as Aris said.
Having strayed far from the original’s flow, I had a duty to become stronger by any means necessary.
Having a two-way gate only makes sense if I’m alive.
If I die to the Messiah before I even get home or open the two-way gate, it’s pointless.
It’s only my second time taking off my shirt outside of summer school or vacation camp.
I took it off when Olivia taught me skills, but unlike that time, I have no clue why my face is getting hotter.
Just then, as I endured the humiliation and desperately took off my shirt for greater strength…
“…Why are you only taking off your shirt? You should take off the bottom too.”
“Are you asking me to take it all off? Go ahead and remove the lower part too.”
Aris’s thunderous voice echoed in the room.
“Excuse me?”
She wants me to strip nude?
I’m not offended, just confused.
It’s not like I’m being powered up by an excuse like yin and yang union in some old doujinshi or anything…
*Thud.*
Aris smacked my back again.
“What kind of scoundrel thoughts are you having? I mean just take off your pants while keeping your underwear on.”
Well, even if that’s the case, that’s a bit…
At that moment, I hesitated.
“Are you embarrassed? If that’s the case, I will also undress to alleviate your shame.”
Rustle. Rustle.
I heard her clothes falling behind me.
She’s going to undress too?
My mind went blank.
Was Aris really this kind of character in the original?
I’m so flustered I can’t remember much of the original content.
*Tap.*
I could see clothes dropping next to me.
Just how much has she taken off?
Just as my curiosity got the better of me and I turned my head…
“What are you staring at, Kim Deok-Sung? That’s scandalous.”
Aris pushed me back so I couldn’t see her form.
*Rustle.*
She silently pulled down my pants.
“Now that we’ve undressed, there’s nothing to be embarrassed about, right? I’ll start the massage.”
*Squish.*
A soft sensation touches my back.
A squishy feeling like a balloon.
Wait, no way?
That can’t be…
“Just stay still, Kim Deok-Sung.”
She wrapped her arms around me.
*Hummm.*
Along with that, a warm magic spreads all over my body.
It’s Aris’s magic.
It feels cozy.
*Squeeze, squeeze.*
Consistent pressure and the magic that followed gave me pleasure.
This is on a whole different level from the DIY massage I learned.
I felt my entire body’s fatigue just melting away, and my eyes started to close gently.
*
In the practice room.
Kim Deok-Sung, wearing nothing but his underwear, lay flat with a silver-haired beautiful girl in similar attire sitting on his back.
It was Aris.
Her chest wrapped in black lingerie swayed slightly.
‘Ugh…’
Aris’s face turned beet red.
Her hands trembled.
In her view, she could see Kim Deok-Sung’s back.
A body filled with well-defined muscles, free of any excess flesh, a prime example of physical fitness.
Truly ideal and attractive, emitting a pheromone that could charm any woman.
‘Th-That body is just unfair…’
Aris’s heart raced.
Her silver eyes wavered.
The feel of those hard, solid muscles was palpable in her palms.
This is unfair.
I’m not the scoundrel here.
Any woman would inevitably fall for a body like that.
Anyone would want to embrace it.
“Really, you are such a scoundrel…”
If Aris didn’t possess superhuman self-control, she would have fallen right into his arms.
Blushing, Aris rubbed her glittering silver magic against Kim Deok-Sung’s back as she massaged him.
The sensation of skin touching skin.
Feeling the pleasure of magic mixing between them, Aris shivered slightly.
It felt so good.
If only time could freeze like this forever.
As those thoughts crossed her mind, Aris quickly shook her head.
No, this is just a massage.
A junior giving a massage for the sake of their senior.
Aris kept giving the massage, convincing herself as she continued.
Twitch, twitch.
Aris’s body trembled as she massaged every corner of Kim Deok-Sung’s body.
After completing the massage, Aris stood up.
“It’s all done. You can leave now.”
Thump, thump.
Calming her wildly racing heart, Aris said in a voice she tried to make sound calm.
“Ugh!”
Kim Deok-Sung, still face down, started to wobble.
Crack, crack.
She could hear the popping of his joints as he turned his head after getting up.
“I feel completely refreshed. My body feels so much lighter. Thank you for the massage, Saionji-senpai.”
Aris, catching his gaze, smiled shyly before her face turned red.
She realized.
She was still only wearing her underwear.
“Where do you think you’re looking? Kim Deok-Sung! How shameless!”
Aris blushed even more as she forced Kim Deok-Sung’s gaze away.
Thump, thump.
Her heart rate skyrocketed.
Aris’s entire body felt heated.
Her mind went blank.
She had let him see her in her underwear.
“The special training is over, so please leave now!”
“Understood, senpai. Then, I’ll take my leave. Goodbye.”
Hastily.
Kim Deok-Sung got dressed, bid goodbye, and closed the practice room door behind him.
Thud.
As soon as the door closed, Aris collapsed back down.
Flushed.
Her face burned red.
“What a shameless thing······.”
A dialect slipped out of flustered Aris’s mouth.
She quickly covered her mouth and looked around.
Fortunately, there was no one else in the practice room.
Thanks to the high-end soundproofing of Shuo Hero Academy’s practice facility, there was no risk of her dialect escaping.
“What a shameless act, and this gas thing is truly insane······.”
With her face still red, Aris tried to cool herself down with her hand fan.
True, skin contact is efficient, but there was no need to take off all her clothes.
But she took them off to give the massage.
This is all······.
Thump.
Aris’s heart ached as it pounded.
She shook her head vigorously.
“······Th-This is all for the sake of my junior as the Student Council President!”
Aris bit her lip.
“I swear this isn’t a shameless act! It’s absolutely not me going crazy over a guy!”
As she shook her head, she denied it.
That’s right.
This is purely an act stemming from the senior’s affection for the junior.
It’s not shameless or selfish at all.
With that rationalization, Aris’s flushed head gradually began to cool.
Aris closed her eyes and took a deep breath.
“That’s it. Thinking it’s shameless on your part is······. The mistake here.”
Aris’s tone, calmed down, returned to a neutral speech.
That’s right.
It’s not a mistake.
Despite having put on high-exposure and low-defense adult underwear for the first time, taking advice from the vice president, it wasn’t meant for him to see.
“So I’ll continue giving massages for my junior as a senior······.”
It’s not a bad thing at all.
“It’s not a good thing.”
“Yeah, that’s right.”
“Everything is for the juniors.”
“It’s not for me.”
Aris gulped back her words, clutching her reddened face with both hands.
The heat from her flushed cheeks was conveyed to her palms.
*
At the same time.
In the Chairman’s Room of Shuo Hero Academy.
In a surprisingly spacious area with a panoramic view of the academy, a white-haired, red-eyed beautiful girl, Yoshizaki Seira, leisurely savored matcha.
“Hmm. The tea tastes good. It would be nice if there were some yokan too.”
There was only tea on the table.
That’s because all the yokan she had bought had fallen.
Just when Seira was licking her lips with a disappointed expression.
Bang.
The door swung open.
“Is there no one else but me as your subordinate, Chairman? Why do you always send me on errands?”
The chairman’s secretary.
The aunt of Makoto and the former leader of the Kamiya clan.
Kamiya Ritsuko flicked her mint-colored hair and set a box of yokan from Toraya on the table.
“Oh, Ritsuko. You came just in time. Yokan from Toraya really is the best.”
Ignoring Ritsuko’s protest, Seira tore open the yokan set and took a bite.
The sweet taste of yokan excited Seira’s tongue.
“But, Chairman.”
“What is it?”
“That, about the transfer student coming in. Didn’t you agree to take care of them for a while?”
“Are you talking about Haru? Yes, I decided to be her guardian for a while. But why are you concerned about Haru, Ritsuko?”
Seira’s eyes narrowed.
Ritsuko awkwardly smiled at her words.
“Well, since she’s in the same class as Makoto, I’m just a bit worried…”
Although Ritsuko had once treated Makoto harshly, she didn’t completely lack affection for her. Raising Makoto as an assassin was her way of ensuring survival skills in the underworld.
Now that she was Seira’s secretary, Ritsuko was still paying considerable attention to Makoto.
“Oh… Is that so? If that’s the case, then it’s good. Haru is also the daughter of my close friend, the Swordmaster. I will demonstrate my dignity as an adult directly so you can see it from the side.”
Seira said, smiling confidently as she sipped her matcha.
Unlike other girls, Haru was the daughter of the Swordmaster, whom she loved.
She was confident she could show her dignity as an adult.
Just when Seira thought that.
Clunk.
The door to the chairman’s office opened.
Beyond the door, black and red two-toned side tails swayed.
It was Kurosawa Haru.
Seeing Haru, Seira cleared her throat, pretending to be serious.
She spoke with a feigned earnest expression.
“Have you come, Haru? Today…”
“Se-ra-tang!”
But Seira’s gravitas crumbled with a single word from Haru.
Se-ra-tang?
How on earth did she know that?
Seira’s expression stiffened.
Tap.
The yokan in Seira’s hand dropped to the desk.
Regardless of Seira’s fluster, Haru laughed and shouted.
“Se-ra-tang! So cute! Nishi-shishi!”
In the first encounter between the oldest heroine and the youngest heroine, the youngest claimed victory in an instant.
The charming point of Se-ra-tang.
A chilling silence settled in the chairman’s office.
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