Chương 6: Chapter 6 Drip-drop of Water (Please follow)
"Hmm... Mr. Haruka, how do you feel about this pressure?"
The bedroom light was rather dim, radiating a warm, soft glow suitable for sleep as night approached. Haruka didn't want to turn on harsh lighting, so this level was just perfect.
Haruka sat on the bed relaxedly, with his wife kneeling behind him. Her slender hands left the top of the towel and gently pressed down on his shoulders.
The slight movements of her arms caused the towel wrapped around her chest to sway along.
The towel was too short to cover everything, an utterly shameful state of affairs.
However, since Haruka Yuzan was facing away, he was unable to appreciate such a beautiful scene.
His wife had to kneel behind him to massage his well-grown, tall frame. Despite the softness of the double bed, the plush beauty of her legs beneath the towel turned red from the pressure.
"Hmm... such pressure is very good, Sister Reiko, you're working hard."
Haruka Yuzan's eyes slightly narrowed, savoring the ministrations of his wife. Her fingers, pressing through the thin fabric over pressure points, sent pleasing sensations up his shoulders. Amplified by the "buff" of the towel-clad wife, his entire being—body and spirit—felt delightful.
The soft and boneless hands almost made Haruka emit some odd sounds.
Don't get the wrong idea; it just felt incredibly relieving.
Long-term physical training had made Haruka Yuzan's shoulder muscles particularly dense and firm. This... was quite a challenge for Mrs. Onodera.
Giving Haruka Yuzan a massage was definitely a test of strength. Although the window was ajar, the outside was calm. It was supposed to be a windy season, but after a gust had passed, it seemed to have died down completely.
Her delicate face flushed with a light tint, and droplets of sweat formed on her slender neck, slowly following the contours of her elegant collarbones into the towel, leaving faint damp trails that eventually disappeared.
Her hands pressed down firmly, breathing starting to quicken. It was genuinely exhausting.
And Haruka Yuzan felt amazingly comfortable all over.
The unblocked flow in his body gradually relaxed, and he unknowingly began to lean back, only snapping upright upon feeling his body touch something.
"Then, Sister Reiko, sorry about that, your technique was so good I leaned back without realizing."
Haruka Yuzan quickly said, maintaining his pure and mature public image; he couldn't let his first tenant think he was weird.
But this guy had completely forgotten that he had caressed his wife's body earlier that afternoon.
Reiko Onodera's face reddened even more, her eyes seemingly filled with a deep, rippling resentment. The young landlord was nice in every way, but was he a bit too lecherous?
"Should, should I lie down, and you can massage me?"
"Eh, okay." Haruka Yuzan obediently got up and lay down properly, stealing a glance at his wife behind him. Her mature and alluring body dazzled his eyes.
Such bright lights.
Even with the soft lighting in the bedroom, why did it seem so bright?
Unable to figure it out, he simply stopped thinking about it.
Honestly lying on the bed, he prepared to enjoy his wife's skills.
Reiko Onodera got off the bed, stood in front of it, bent down, and started the massage.
But Mrs. Onodera was too mature.
The towel which was not short in itself, seemed inadequate against her tantalizing, mature figure, which occupied so much space at the upper body and hips that the towel's fabric seemed strained.
Barely covering the rear, her full thighs pressed together, amplifying the palatable sensation, a delight no man could resist.
Reiko blushed, this situation was beyond her expectation, yet she couldn't say much more. It wouldn't do to change positions again.
Too much changing might bother the young landlord.
The big man lying down felt his entire back relax as he sensed the profound male aura from the hands on his back. This was Mrs. Onodera's first time touching such a robust and healthy male body, especially one that was ten years her junior...
The door wasn't fully closed, and Roast Meat, the cat, squatted at the doorway. Its bean-sized eyes gazed through the gap at this scene.
The small cat faced a huge shock — why was his human being stroked by someone else??
That was supposed to be a privilege only for a cat, right? Without even a single hair on his human's body, could it feel good?
The pudgy face could only express shock and disbelief.
After a while, Haruka Yuzan stood up from the bed, stretching widely before immediately lying flat again.
Now enjoying an indescribable sense of comfort, he just wanted to lie there quietly. This time, even if an earthquake occurred, he didn't want to get up.
Well, to be exact, apart from a certain place, everything else felt rather nice.
Reiko Onodera also wiped the sweat from her face, her dark hair sticking to her forehead. The blush hadn't subsided yet, displaying the allure of a widow at that moment.
The bath she just took might as well have been for nothing, as she now sweated profusely again.
Glancing at the young man sprawled on the bed,
"Let's call it a night, Mr. Haruka. I'm going back to sleep," she said quickly, not waiting for a response before she hurriedly walked away.
Opening the door, she found Roast Meat standing at the doorway with big eyes full of admiration and respect for Onodera?
Watching her leave, Roast Meat slowly entered the room, first glancing at the person on the bed, then at the height of the bed. Remembering the afternoon's incident, it meowed twice and moved towards its little hammock.
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