Chương 270: Powered by Love
Honestly speaking, when Sasaki focused on something, he was fully dedicated, without any bad intentions.
The accidental touches on Yuka's soft figure were just accidents.
After all, no one starts with bad intentions right away.
Patience and progression were the proper ways to approach things.
However, as he applied more pressure with his hands, his fingertips naturally slipped off her narrow back.
Since the girl's figure was quite generous, especially after the pressure, there was an inevitable spillover on either side...
Feeling the unexpected softness beneath his fingers, Sasaki's previously innocent thoughts began to falter.
What had started as a straightforward massage slowly turned into more of a light, lingering caress.
Sensing the sudden shift, Yuka, who had been quietly anticipating what might happen next, waited for her little brother to make his next move, her heart pounding with nervous excitement.
But Sasaki seemed content with this teasing, soft-touch approach, showing no intention of moving things forward.
This left Yuka, who had built up so much tension and expectation, feeling frustrated.
'This idiot brother, even with everything laid out for him, still didn't have the courage to take the next step.'
Angry at his lack of initiative, she kicked her heel against Sasaki's back and scolded: "What are you doing? Get back to your homework!"
"Pfft!"
Seeing Yuka's irritation, clearly fed up with his "just teasing, not going further" approach, Sasaki almost couldn't hold back his laughter.
But it couldn't be helped.
Sure, he could use the massage as an excuse to cross a few lines, but pushing too far would definitely stir some strange feelings in Sister Yuka.
And with her dominant personality, who knows if she wouldn't flip the script and push him down instead?
If she ever got on top of him, he knew his rationality would fly right out the window.
And if they really ended up crossing that line, how could he explain afterward that the person he actually liked was her sister and even her mother... not just her?
If Sister Yuka found out about that, she'd tear him apart.
So, she couldn't be the first.
At the very least, he had to get somewhere with Sister Koharu or Aunt Kyouka before she could come into play...
After mentally reaffirming his goal, Sasaki stepped off the bed after Yuka's scolding, and mumbled softly: "What's wrong with you… seriously…"
Seeing that he still didn't understand why she was upset only fueled Yuka's anger further, like gasoline being thrown onto a fire.
She kicked him off the bed and glared at him, pointing to the workbook on the desk: "You're not sleeping until you finish up to page 30!"
"Huh?"
"Huh what? No complaints, get to it!"
"Okay~"
Sasaki, knowing that she was seriously pissed off, wisely stopped any further comments that might provoke her.
He quietly sat down at the desk and started working on the exercises.
With Tachibana Yuuka in a bad mood, nothing romantic or suggestive happened after that.
But she didn't really expect him to finish 30 pages either.
So, when the clock struck ten, the girl unceremoniously kicked him out.
Sasaki, feeling the pressure from hee impatience, decided it was time to make more progress with Aunt Kyoka and Sister Koharu.
After all, who knows when Yuka might get impulsive and actually flip the tables on him?
Daydreaming about the possible scenarios that could unfold, after a quick shower, Sasaki headed downstairs to knock on Kyoka's door.
But it seemed like Kyouka had anticipated his visit.
Just as he raised his hand to knock, he heard a soft voice calling his name from inside.
"Fuyumii~"
Lowering his hand, Sasaki turned the doorknob and entered the room.
*Click*
The lights were dim, with only the soft glow of a bedside lamp illuminating the space.
However, despite the low lighting, he could see everything clearly.
Despite this, it didn't stop Sasaki from clearly seeing inside.
On the white sheets, bathed in the warm yellow glow of the lamp, lay a mature beauty in a black sheer nightgown, lying on her side.
Her long, curvaceous legs, pressed together, were slightly bent and exposed.
In the warm, dim light, they glistened with a seductive, creamy smoothness.
Her right arm, just as delicately pale as her legs, was partially hidden beneath the hem of her nightgown, which rode just slightly above her thighs.
Her left hand, however, tightly gripped a phone with its screen still lit.
From the light of the phone screen, Sasaki could clearly see the woman's dreamy gaze fixated on it as her lips, slightly parted, revealing a soft murmur, with her eyes glistening with intense emotion.
"…more~"
The crisp sound of the door opening followed immediately after her soft whisper, causing Kyoka, whose mind had momentarily blanked, to instinctively lock eyes with the figure peeking in through the door crack.
Kyouka: ??
Sasaki: ??
The room was silent for a while, with neither of them saying a word.
Sasaki hadn't expected Aunt Kyoka to be "active" during the time he came downstairs. Was this some kind of hint?
Well..it didn't matter at all.
After all, whether she was or not, he decided he could take it as one.
So, he blinked, then stepped fully into the room, and closed the door behind him.
Caught off guard and noticing that Sasaki had already come in and closed the door, Kyouka hurriedly turned off her phone screen, tugged at the hem of her gown, and sat up. Her voice, soft and trembling, said, "Fuy-Fuyumi, no, it's not what it looks like, I was just..."
Seeing her flustered attempts to explain, yet unable to come up with a reason, and the watery shimmer in her small hand gestures,
Sasaki didn't tease her in a rush.
Instead, he tilted his head calmly and said, "It's okay, Kyouka, you can watch your video. It won't bother me while I massage you."
W-watch a video?
Kyouka's heart raced with embarrassment.
Glancing at the phone set aside, she couldn't tell if he was offering her an out or if he genuinely hadn't noticed her awkward situation.
However, she did realize that the room was dimly lit, and her earlier sounds hadn't been very loud.
It wasn't impossible that Sasaki hadn't picked up on anything.
Gradually calming down, she let out a slightly heavy breath and smiled, brushing her hair aside. "Fuyumi, weren't you going to take a shower?"
Kyouka lived on the first floor and could faintly hear some movements from upstairs.
She knew that Yuka had already finished her shower before she got back, and Koharu had gone to shower while they were studying.
She distinctly remembered hearing Fuyumi head to the bathroom just moments ago, which was why she allowed herself to… indulge a little.
So how did he come downstairs so quickly?
Something about the strange sensation in her hand made Kyouka pause for a moment, before she quickly lowered it, trying to act nonchalant as she waited for Sasaki's explanation.
"Yeah, I did. I'm already done," Sasaki said, slowly approaching her. "I take quick showers so just a few minutes is enough."
"…"
A few minutes? That wasn't nearly enough for her.
Trying to think of a way to regain control of the situation, and fighting the sudden urge to go to the bathroom, Kyouka, seeing Sasaki slowly approaching the bed, shifted a little on the bed and said,
"You know, Fuyumi, if you don't shower properly, you'll feel uncomfortable sleeping later.. Maybe you should go back and take another one?"
"No need," Sasaki replied, shaking his head as he neared the bed. "A quick rinse is enough. I didn't have gym today, after all."
"But, um…"
Kyouka was getting more flustered by the second.
His shower had been too short, and now her bed was in disarray, not to mention her own current state.
She desperately needed a moment to tidy things up, to compose herself, and to get Fuyumi out of the room for a bit.
But Sasaki, knowing full well what she was trying to do, wasn't about to let this god given opportunity slip away.
After all, as a woman ages, her needs in that area only grow stronger.
The way she had immediately used him as a source for comfort after opening up about her feelings was proof enough.
Now that he had caught her in a compromising position, he knew she would be more cautious in the future.
If he didn't take advantage of this moment, who knew when he would get another chance like this?
This was the perfect time to break the barrier between them, especially since she had broken the barrier first.
After all, it was she, who had called out his name during her pleasure session.
Sitting on the soft bed, Sasaki supported the mattress with both hands, slowly moved his body, tilted his head and asked: "Kyouka, do you think I'm dirty because I showered too quickly?"
Since that day, Sasaki had taken to calling her by her first name unconsciously, something Kyoka secretly enjoyed, so she hadn't corrected him.
But now, hearing him think she was criticizing him, she furrowed her brows, feeling a bit flustered as she struggled to find the right words to explain: "No, it's not that… I just thought…"
Although she wanted to be straightforward about going to the bathroom, after all, it's normal, but Kyouka was a little worried about what he might think.
Especially after what just happened... She wasn't sure if he had noticed or not...
And the bed... there might still be some traces... but right now, she couldn't worry about that.
Seeing she hadn't noticed his slow approach, Sasaki took off his slippers and, during a pause in her speech, wrapped his arm around her waist. "Since that's not the case, then there's no problem, right, Kyouka~"
She hadn't realized when he got so close, and just as she was about to push him away, his soft utterance of her name drained the strength from her body.
Her hand, which was pushing against his chest, suddenly seemed more like a teasing, half-hearted gesture.
To be honest, Kyouka, who had already begun to accept him, didn't mind engaging in some intimate contact with him in private, as long as it was within normal circumstances.
But her current situation was far from normal.
Before she could resist again, Sasaki, who knew she was deeply embarrassed, suddenly grasped her hand, which still bore traces of moisture from her skirt, and gently brushed his cheek against her flushed face, asking softly:
"Kyouka~ is it okay?"
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