"Yeah, right."

"Go up a little bit."

"Hiss...be gentle, your hands are too strong."

"Well, it's comfortable."

In the room, Shiina Iori was lying on the bed, placing her chin with a pillow, showing a very relaxed expression.

It was obvious that when they first entered the door, they were still wary of something, but in the blink of an eye, they were like an old VIP user who entered the bathing club, lying on the bed and humming all the time.

Nagisa was sitting on his waist, his little face was a little red, and he massaged his shoulders. I don’t know if it was too hot or shy.

A pair of long white silk legs kept kneeling and pressed down with force, shrugging downwards.

However, because I use my strength from time to time, and I have never had the experience of being asked by my elders to massage before, my technique is obviously very unfamiliar.

I don't know how bad it is than Maki's soft little hands.

Fortunately, the strength of the hand that is comparable to the bathhouse master made up for many shortcomings.

Shiina Iori was thinking this way, and a crisp sound suddenly came from his ears.

The sound is crisp and bright.

The shoulder blades were obviously vigorously moved.

"Hmm."

Shiina Iori immediately groaned as if she was seriously injured, and her head flew on the pillow.

"Iori?!"

Nagisa was stunned, and suddenly shrank his hands, curling up like a Tyrannosaurus Rex, not sure if it was too much force.

It was not until I took a few seconds to finally breathe.

"Natsui Jiang...don't press it."

"Get up, stand up."

"Just just stand on your back and step on it."

"ha?!"

Miyahara Nagisa was stunned when she heard this, and then immediately covered the loose hem of the home skirt, and the redness on her face became even more intense: "I, I didn't say I wanted to do that... If you stand, wouldn't you see it all!?"

Shiina Iori lay on the bed, with several thick question marks appearing on the back of her head.

"What do you think?"

Miyahara Nagisa knelt behind his waist, looking at Iori's head lying on the pillow, and seemed to suddenly react, but obviously a little reluctant: "But, but... it's not like I'm like a child."

In order to look bigger, she specially borrowed Maki's clothes to wear inside.

"Then let it go?"

Shiina Iori thought about it carefully and felt that it seemed that it was not good to let girls who were about to become adults do this.

Although Nagisa always treats her as a child, she has celebrated her 18th birthday this year!

In some ways, this world is really cruel.

"no!"

As soon as he thought of the matter, Nagisa refused flatly.

She bit her lip and looked at Iori's broad back, and hesitated again: "I, I'll just step on it."

"May I?"

Shiina Iori lay on the pillow, her voice dull, as if she was about to fall asleep in a while.

"Then remember to be gentler, just like walking."

"Stop falling."

"Hmm."

Miyahara Nagisa seemed a little awkward, but also seemed a little entangled, and stood up with his skirt covering Iori's waist.

A soft little foot wrapped in white stockings looked like a dragonfly, tentatively falling behind Iori. At the beginning, her toes were slightly tiptoed, with the force as light as possible.

The snow-white in the gap between the stockings and the hem of the skirt was tightly clung in the gentle movement, creating a delicate and tight fleshy feeling.

When she found out that the muscles behind Iori were still solid, she completely fell into her feet.

The delicate and slightly frosted stockings, even through a layer of clothing, perfectly present the touch in Shiina Iori's senses. The pressure on her waist is still light, and you can vaguely feel Nagisa's toes seem to be buckled inwardly with a little shyness.

The little feet were unexpectedly soft.

"Is this possible... OK?"

Miyahara Nagisa stood up with one foot a little worried.

“Very comfortable.”

"You're very light, Nagisa."

"Just just stand up and walk slowly."

Shiina Iori was lying on the pillow, feeling a little missed when Maki gave him the feeling of stomping on his back when he was at home.

Maki, who had just entered junior high school, was only less than 80 pounds at that time, and he was very soft and even if he was happily jumping on his back... It would be not good to jump around, but it would be fine to walk.

During the period when high school studies and part-time work were the heaviest, Maki's back-step activity has always been a repertoire of Shiina.

When it started to develop later, Maki became much more full in all senses, so Iori hadn't experienced it for a long time.

"Then I'm going to."

"Uh-huh."

After hearing what he said, Nagisa also relaxed a little and stood on both feet.

Because of his good physical control ability, he just adapted a little and stabilized himself on his back.

The pressure that just fits the right one and the soft touch of the feet cannot stop making people feel drowsy and comfortable.

However, Nagisa hasn't forgotten her purpose yet.

While stepping on it, she whispered as Maki taught her:

"Iori."

"......Um?"

Shiina Iori was lying on the pillow, her voice obviously getting a little hazy.

Miyahara Nagisa bit her lips and said softly: "Just... just now... when you came back, I took one of your 'reference books' from the living room."

"Yeah, is that?"

His voice slowly agreed.

Miyahara Nagisa said carefully: "I just wanted to see it, but didn't want to do anything else."

"Oh, see."

Nagisa was relieved when he heard his reaction.

This is the 'Don't know or acquiesce' route!

really!

Iori didn't actually notice it!

When Miyahara Nagisa thought of this, he felt that his heart, which was hanging in his throat, was about to hang into his stomach.

However, before she could breathe a sigh of relief, Iori suddenly said, "After using it, remember to clean up the traces on it."

His voice muttered hazy.

Miyahara Nagisa's steps slipped and almost stopped.

The voice stuttered and he tried to struggle: "What, what are you going to use up..."

Shiina Iori seemed a little puzzled: "If you take reference books, there should be something to use, right?"

"I don't mind if I can clean it up after using it."

Upon hearing this, Miyahara Nagisa completely understood.

This is the acquiesced route!

He had discovered it long ago!?

When he thought of running back into the house with the thing in his arms and thinking that he was not exposed, Nagisa's already pink earlobes were as red as fire, as bright as if they were coated with a layer of film.

And, and I don't mind whether she uses it...

Is this level OK?

The little feet floating in the air on Iori's back suddenly stiffened.
To be continued...