"Ouch... that hurts."
"Ryuya, can't you be gentler?"
"Slow down! It hurts so much!"
"The first time is always like this. You'll get used to it later."
"Who wants to get used to it?! You bully!"
Sounds full of suggestive implications filled the room. Breathing heavily, drenched in sweat, her exquisite face covered in perspiration, and her long hair soaked through.
Experiencing such a thorough massage for the first time, Natsumi felt as if all the bones in her body were melting.
"Ryuya, who taught you these hands? Why are you so good?"
Completely devoid of strength, Natsumi lay face down on the bed like a boneless kitten, allowing herself to be manipulated.
Only after a long while did she regain enough breath to speak. Her emerald-like eyes looked at Ryuya, seeking an answer.
"Who taught me? Does it need teaching?"
Initially, he massaged Morgan and Merlin in Camelot, then Ereshkigal and Female Gil in Uruk, followed by Irisviel in Snowfield City, then Crimson Moon, and also his two precious daughters, etc...
As time passed, Ryuya's skills had truly become more proficient.
Frankly, if it weren't for the fact that his relationship with Natsumi wasn't that familiar yet, Ryuya would have made Natsumi dehydrated using just one hand today!
"This isn't something you learn from someone. I just knew it. But you... haven't you ever enjoyed a massage before?"
"Of course I have! It's just that your strength is a bit too much."
She actually had never enjoyed a proper massage. Despite Natsumi's daily mature facade, it was all talk. When it came to actual experience, she was clearly a complete novice. She was too embarrassed to tell the truth.
"Heh."
Not saying much more, already understanding Natsumi's behavior, Ryuya simply let out a light mocking laugh.
"What are you laughing at?!"
Moisture swirling deep in her eyes, her fingers still tightly gripping the edge of the bed, Natsumi humphed twice.
"I'm going to take a shower first."
Regaining some strength, she stood up, grabbed her clothes, and ran to the bathroom.
As she left, Natsumi shot a fierce glare at Ryuya before disappearing through the bathroom door.
She didn't close the door completely, leaving a crack.
'This girl.'
Seeing Natsumi's action, Ryuya understood what she was thinking. She was indeed an inexperienced novice, and just a bit of atmosphere brought her to this state.
Although Ryuya's Kabbalah Tree of Life naturally had Max attraction towards Spirits, the back-and-forth between them still mattered.
Knowing the specific meaning behind Natsumi not locking the door, Ryuya wasn't in a hurry.
After all, the girl's mind was a bit fuzzy right now. Charging in directly could lead to trouble.
Thump!
Hearing the faint sound from the bathroom, Ryuya smiled. Natsumi was getting impatient.
In the bathroom, her heart pounding wildly, Natsumi was indeed torn, just as Ryuya thought… both anticipating and somewhat afraid.
Feeling that her actions today were utterly inexplicable, she shook her head and slapped herself hard.
"Mmm..."
Her eyes seemed saturated enough to drip water, but Ryuya never pushed the door open in the end. All the theories in Natsumi's head ultimately didn't become practice.
A rare hint of sense of loss surfaced. After her shower, she stood before the bathroom mirror, looking at the perfect appearance she had created, a trace of insecurity emerging as she pondered.
'Am I... really wrong?'
'Was Ryuya telling the truth? Does he prefer my real self over this version of me?'
'I don't believe it! I can't! Absolutely impossible! I refuse to believe it!'
Thoroughly ensnared by Ryuya's subtle ambiguity, Natsumi decided to stop overthinking.
She would go to Tengu City to see for herself what kind of people Ryuya had gathered there.
She simply refused to believe that Ryuya could be so consistent in word and deed, so the same inside and out, completely disregarding her appearance to explore her inner soul, and that others could do the same?
She didn't believe it!
Struck deep in her soul by Ryuya's actions, Natsumi spent three more days with him before heading to Tengu City alone, leading to her initial appearance on the high school rooftop before Tohka and the others.
"Actually, I'm a lolicon."
On a certain Sunday morning, 'Ryuya' suddenly stated this calmly.
Seeing the excited expression on Origami's face beside him, he continued with an almost frenzied demeanor, "I go to the nearby elementary school every day to watch the little girls during PE class, wearing their gym uniforms."
"Whenever I see them like that, I feel like I'm going to explode!"
'Hey, hey, Natsumi, if you talk like that, it'd be strange if Origami believed you.'
On the other end of their telepathic link, Ryuya felt Natsumi's attempt to slander his reputation was utterly foolish. Such a lie would make even a stranger question its validity, as only a ghost would believe it.
However...
"I'm very sorry, I'm no longer a loli. But I can wear a gym uniform for you to see, Ryuya-sama!"
Facing 'Ryuya's' major fetish reveal, not a trace of disgust appeared on Origami's exquisite face.
Instead, she nodded as if in agreement.
"Ryuya-sama."
Her silver hair cascaded to her shoulders. Her slender figure and doll-like, dignified face thought for a moment.
Then, looking at her own somewhat underdeveloped figure, Origami continued, "Ryuya-sama, I can actually wear a gym uniform too."
"Eh? Eh? Eh?"
Seeing Origami show such high sense of acceptance towards her stated interests, 'Ryuya' was stunned.
"Wait... actually, I'm also a shotacon. I like little boys too."
"I can cross-dress as a boy, Ryuya-sama."
"...I also like animals!"
"Catgirl and other animal Cosplay are also possible, Ryuya-sama."
"..."
Looking at Origami, who accepted everything she said and even showed considerable acceptance, 'Ryuya' was speechless.
'Darn it, Ryuya, how did you manage this? How can you bear to deceive such a good child?'
While feeling a sense of guilt towards Origami, 'Ryuya', determined not to retreat like this, cleared her throat and decided to use practical actions to show Origami the dangers of society!