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13.25% Life As Hikigaya Hachiman / Chapter 77: [77] Saeko's Relaxing Service

Chapter 77: [77] Saeko's Relaxing Service

Carrying his own clothes, Hachiman entered the bathroom. He paused to take in the spaciousness of the room, which easily dwarfed his modest bathroom at home. It was precisely what one would expect in a household of affluence.

Upon reaching the designated changing area, Hachiman began to unfasten his kendo uniform. Yet, his attention was abruptly drawn to a piece of purple fabric lying there. He unfurled it gently, recognizing it as the same purple bra Saeko had worn earlier.

Had she left it behind after her shower?

Hachiman, however, was not one to entertain inappropriate thoughts concerning a girl's undergarments. He merely cast a fleeting glance before redirecting his focus.

Gradually, he shed his kendo attire, revealing a well-defined yet not excessively muscular physique.

Stepping through the inner door of the bathroom, Hachiman was greeted by an even more expansive space, resembling a small public bath.

Could this, he pondered for a moment, be regarded as trespassing into the women's bath?

Then again, who would mind? There was no one around presently.

After a brief rinse, Hachiman eased himself into the bath.

"Ah," he sighed contentedly.

With that contented sigh, Hachiman immersed his entire body into the delightfully warm water. Bathing post-exercise was always a revitalizing experience, as if every pore on his body had been invigorated.

As he luxuriated in the comforting embrace of the bath, the bathroom door suddenly swung open once more, leaving him bewildered.

"What?"

Weren't there just two occupants in this dojo at present—himself and Saeko? His mind raced with possibilities.

Could it be...?

His eyes darted towards the door, revealing Saeko's vivacious presence. She was clad in a form-fitting black one-piece swimsuit that accentuated her enchanting, curvaceous silhouette.

"Saeko, why are you entering..." Hachiman began, his voice faltering at the sight before him.

Naturally, curiosity coursed through him, but he couldn't fathom her intentions.

"Of course, I've come to commend you on your rigorous training today. I'm here to give you a back massage," Saeko purred, her alluring smile never wavering as she inched closer.

Massaging her husband's back after a hard day was a customary gesture of care for a young bride. While Hachiman wasn't her spouse, Saeko didn't seem to mind.

"No need for a massage; I can handle it myself," he hastily replied, his nerves prickling at her approach.

As the girl continued her advance, Hachiman was taken aback.

"There's no need to be so formal. Let me assist you."

With her words, Saeko stood at the bath's edge, peering down at him from her elevated position.

Fortuitously, Hachiman had draped a towel around his waist before entering the bath, averting potential exposure.

Observing the towel's presence, Saeko visibly sighed in relief. Apparently, their rapport hadn't reached the stage of complete openness yet.

Dumbfounded by the girl's assertive demeanor, Hachiman appeared momentarily dazed. After some contemplation, he relented.

"Well, if you insist, Saeko."

Ultimately, it was merely a back massage, and he harbored no apprehensions. He reckoned he wouldn't lose out in this situation.

He rose from the bath, procured a small stool, and sat, his back turned to her.

Seeing that he was ready, Saeko didn't hesitate. She neatly folded a long towel and approached him from behind.

Kneeling gracefully on both knees, Saeko pressed the towel against Hachiman's back and began the rhythmic motion of rubbing up and down.

"Is this pressure satisfactory, Hachiman?" Saeko inquired softly as her hands worked their magic.

Despite the barrier of the towel, Hachiman could still discern the gentle touch of her hands. The moderate pressure she applied momentarily diverted his attention.

"Yes, the pressure is just right."

Hachiman rarely received assistance with a back rub, and the memory of such an occurrence took him back to his childhood, when he used to bathe with Komachi. However, they had long ceased this practice as Komachi had grown older.

Listening to his response, a contented smile graced Saeko's lips as she continued her gentle ministrations.

Hachiman, surrendering to the pleasure, closed his eyes and allowed himself to indulge in the girl's service. But as her hands kept moving, he sensed a shift in the texture of the towel. It transformed from rough to smooth, and he felt Saeko's hands subtly cross and embrace his chest, their movements sensuous as they moved up and down.

Perceiving their current actions and experiencing the delicate touch upon his back, Hachiman couldn't help but muster an awkward question.

"Sa... Saeko, what exactly are you doing?"

In response to Hachiman's inquiry, Saeko didn't cease her actions. Instead, she continued, her tempting crimson lips drawing close to his ear as she exhaled gently.

"Why, I'm giving you a back rub, of course."

This was far from a back rub; it was evident that she was pushing her bosom against him.

Glancing backward, Hachiman noticed that she was still clad in that alluring one-piece swimsuit, a relief in its own right. However, her previously conspicuous curves were now making firm contact with his back, forming a conspicuous cleft.

A pronounced cleft indeed.

Despite Hachiman's lingering doubts, he couldn't fathom why Saeko was taking things to such an extent. Was it all a way to express her gratitude for him agreeing to participate in the Kendo Inter-High School Championship? It seemed a bit excessive for such a reason.

"Saeko, why are you..."

Before he could complete his question, Saeko intervened once more.

"Don't overthink it, Hachiman. Just savor the moment."

"But..."

How can I savor it when you're doing this? Though it does feel oddly comfortable.

However, Saeko seemed disinclined to provide any clarification, continuing her sinuous motions on his back.

Well, if she won't explain herself, then I suppose I should heed her advice and try to enjoy it. After all, they say life is like... um, that thing. If you can't resist, you might as well relish it.

Thus, Hachiman found himself in this peculiar situation.

So, remember, gentlemen, always look after yourselves when faced with such moments.

With Saeko remaining silent, he had little choice but to shelve his doubts, shut his eyes, and immerse himself in the sensation.

In the entire bathroom, the only sounds were the rhythmic rise and fall of their breathing.

Time drifted away, minute by minute.

Gradually, Hachiman detected something awry. Saeko's breath against his ear grew heavier, her body temperature elevated, and her previously measured movements on his back turned erratic, tracing irregular circles.

Moreover, her initially relaxed arms, loosely crossed behind him, now tightened their embrace.

He subtly shifted his gaze to Saeko behind him, and his suspicions solidified. The girl's eyes bore a glazed look, her cheeks painted in a beguiling blush.

Sensing her escalating warmth, Hachiman couldn't help but think, "This is taking an unexpected turn."

If this continued, he might find it increasingly challenging to control himself.

While he didn't mind a touch of intimacy, the current situation felt somewhat inappropriate.

Most significantly, Hachiman remained uncertain about the true nature of Saeko's feelings toward him.


Chapter 78: [78] Hachiman: You Should Know I'm a Gentleman

"If the girl truly has genuine feelings for me," Hachiman contemplated, "I wouldn't mind taking things further. But if there are other motivations at play, I don't want Saeko to use her body as a bargaining chip."

Although Hachiman was undoubtedly tempted by the girl's advances, it didn't mean he had no principles. After all, he regarded himself as a gentleman.

In situations like this, consent was paramount. If ulterior motives were in play, it would reduce the interaction to a mere transaction of physical desires.

"Alright, let's call it a day," Hachiman declared, sensing the situation becoming increasingly uncomfortable. He swiftly extricated himself from Saeko's embrace and stood up.

"Ah..."

As her hands were abruptly released, a soft gasp escaped from Saeko's alluring lips. However, her previously hazy gaze now cleared, and despite her mature demeanor, she couldn't help but feel a tad embarrassed.

How did I let things progress this far? Could it be that I truly have feelings for Hachiman...

Saeko's heart wavered, but before she could delve deeper into her thoughts, Hachiman had already swung open the bathroom door.

"I'll head back now, Saeko. You don't need to see me off," he uttered and made a hasty exit from the bathroom, as if fleeing the situation.

Observing his hurried departure, Saeko couldn't help but chuckle to herself.

Am I that imposing?

She cast a fleeting glance at her voluptuous figure adorned in the one-piece swimsuit, undeniable in its allure.

Speaking of which, she had been rather overt with her advances, yet Hachiman had managed to stand firm.

It seemed his moral fiber was commendable.

However, upon assessing the state of her own body, a blush tinted Saeko's cheeks.

It appeared she needed another shower now.

Since she was still in the bathroom, Saeko nonchalantly shed her sole article of clothing, revealing her flawless, silken skin. She eased her enticing figure into the bathwater.

Taking a deep breath, Saeko needed to contemplate what Hachiman meant to her. Was he merely a worthy adversary, or was there something more to it?

On Hachiman's side, when he returned home, it was already past 5 PM.

"I'm back," he announced.

As he opened the door, he was greeted by a curious-looking Komachi.

"Welcome home, Onii-chan."

"Hey, Onii-chan, how was your day at the senpai house from the kendo club?"

Hearing Komachi's question, Hachiman paused, once again reminiscing about the steamy backrub session in the bathroom.

"Uh, it was alright."

Well, it was more than alright, considering he had been on the verge of losing control.

"Uh... What do you mean by 'alright'? I asked if you made a good impression on that senpai."

A good impression? Probably.

Otherwise, why would Saeko have come to the bathroom to give him a backrub?

And he managed to keep his composure, which should have left a good impression on her.

"Hey, Onii-chan, tell me what you guys did. I can help you analyze it."

Here she goes again.

Hachiman was bewildered by her persistent curiosity.

How did an inexperienced little sister like her become so knowledgeable about these matters?

Of course, he wouldn't tell her that Saeko had given him a backrub, including a suggestive moment of pressing her breast against him.

"What else could we do? We simply practiced kendo together," he responded tersely before making his way to the kitchen to prepare dinner.

"Onii-chan, wait, don't go! Besides kendo practice, there must be something more. Please, tell me..."

Despite Hachiman's efforts to evade her questions, Komachi persisted, trailing after him into the kitchen.

By 8 PM, Hachiman was once again ensconced in his room, diligently working on his writing. His daily goal was to craft 10,000 words, and he had already conquered nearly half of the fourth volume.

*Ding.*

Just as he was engrossed in his typing, an email notification materialized in his inbox. The sender was none other than the illustrator, Ms. Izumi, and the subject hinted at updated character illustrations.

He eagerly clicked open the email and was greeted by the sight of revised character illustrations.

The level of detail in the artwork was breathtaking, a testament to Ms. Izumi's illustrious talent.

The character designs had notably improved from their initial drafts. Although they still retained a hint of sensuality, they were now much closer to Hachiman's envisioned vision.

At that precise moment, Hachiman's phone chimed with a text message from Ms. Izumi.

[Dear Sensei, I've already dispatched the modified illustrations to your email. Please take a look and inform me if any further alterations are required.]

[Alright, I've received them, and I must say there are no issues at all. They impeccably capture the character images I had envisioned. You're genuinely gifted, Ms. Izumi.]

[Oh, you're too generous, Sensei. If everything looks good on your end, I'll proceed to send them to Miss Machida, our editor.]

Ms. Izumi's responses were swift and efficient.

[I can confirm that everything is flawless on my end. Thank you immensely, Ms. Izumi.]

[You're most welcome; it's all part of the job. Well then, I won't keep you any longer, Sensei. Goodbye.]

[Very well, goodbye, Ms. Izumi.]

Setting his phone aside, Hachiman refocused on the illustrations. Given that he was releasing two volumes concurrently, there were a total of fifteen chapters' worth of illustrations, enough material to assemble into a standalone art book.

As he gazed upon these exquisitely detailed creations, Hachiman couldn't help but be filled with a sense of wonder.

It was challenging to fathom how anyone could dismiss light novels as mere combinations of text and illustrations.

Nevertheless, he held unwavering confidence that his light novel would effortlessly match this level of artistry.

After shutting down his computer, Hachiman lay on his bed, staring at the ceiling.

Unknowingly, it had been two months since he crossed over to this world.

Not only had he earned over ten million yen through his light novel, but he also built good relationships with several girls.

He was gradually transitioning into a more fulfilled life, leaving behind the lonely existence he had in the original story.

The only regret was the lack of significant interactions with Yukino.

Perhaps it wasn't time for the events of their second year of high school yet.

Hachiman didn't mind, though. His personality was naturally laid-back, and he didn't feel the need to force interactions with Yukino just because she was the original story's female lead.

He believed that everything would happen when the time was right.

Lying in bed, Hachiman drifted into slumber without realizing it.

Outside, the night had deepened, and there were hardly any people on the streets.

Only the glow of streetlights illuminated the quiet, deserted roads.

A gentle breeze rustled through the trees, and silver moonlight bathed the surroundings, casting dappled shadows on the pavement.

Everything appeared serene and peaceful.

The entire city seemed to have fallen into a deep slumber, with only the various neon lights emitting their unique radiance.

The lights flickered, creating an illusionary and yet authentic atmosphere.


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