Their eyes met. This time, the situation felt even more serious to Patchouli than the last. Last time, Kars at least pretended to be asleep and unaware. This time, he not only saw her, but more importantly, she was currently holding his hand, pressing it onto her breast. Not to mention the fact that she was kissing him…
At that moment, Patchouli felt her face heating up intensely. She had absolutely not anticipated that Kars, having fallen asleep, would wake up in the middle of the night.
However, more than the kiss, Kars was focused on Patchouli holding his hand and placing it on her chest.
"Patchouli, why are you making me press my hand on your chest?"
"Th-that… that is… a massage…" Patchouli quickly thought of a response. As she said this, she felt the answer was perfectly valid. It really is a massage.
"Yes! It's a massage!" Patchouli's expression quickly became serious, as if what she said was the absolute truth.
"A massage? What's the point of this kind of massage?" Kars asked, instinctively giving her chest a few squeezes. Patchouli let out an explosive moan, exactly the same sound Kars had vaguely heard when he was half-asleep earlier. Looking at Patchouli's expression, Kars figured she must be feeling good.
"And you're not even wearing a bra…" Kars looked at Patchouli's bare upper body, and his face flushed slightly. Compared to the act of touching her breasts, Kars felt more embarrassed about Patchouli being half-naked. As for touching her breasts, he felt no shyness at all.
"Because it feels more comfortable this way." Patchouli continued her answer. Since things were already like this, she decided to fully commit. As long as she believed it was just a normal massage, there was nothing to be embarrassed about.
"But speaking of a massage, are you feeling particularly tired lately, Patchouli?" After all, massages usually target sore or stiff parts of the body. But was this area necessary? It didn't look like it was needed here.
"Yes. You should know that having large breasts can sometimes make your shoulders very sore. That's also why I always kept your head resting on them."
"But shouldn't you be massaging your shoulders then?" Why massage her chest when her shoulders hurt?
"The effect is the same. Kars, you need to know that sometimes a girl's chest needs this kind of massage to relieve soreness. I think this is something you need to learn. I wasn't planning on teaching you this so soon; I just wanted your body to remember it. But since you found out, I can only tell you the truth." Patchouli felt extremely embarrassed saying all this. She couldn't believe she was deceiving a child like this. She never thought she would do the same thing as Koakuma.
"Does this need to be learned too?" For the first time, Kars wondered if Patchouli was lying to him. He felt something was off, but he couldn't pinpoint it, especially since Patchouli sounded so convincing.
"Yes. But for now, you can only do this with me because you haven't fully learned. If you do this to others without my permission, it could make them angry." Patchouli made sure to warn him to prevent him from trying this on others and causing problems.
"Is that so? I understand." Seeing Kars seemed to believe her, Patchouli was slightly relieved, though she still felt immense shame for saying such things.
"Should we continue now?" Faced with Kars's question, Patchouli fell silent. Continue or stop? This was a truly difficult question, and her answer was undoubtedly…
"Continue. We shouldn't waste this learning opportunity." Patchouli replied, blushing. If she said stop now, he might suspect something was wrong. Therefore, continuing was the correct choice.
Kars noticed that Patchouli's expression was strange as he massaged her, but one thing was certain: this version of Patchouli was much prettier than usual.
"D-don't stare at me like that…" Patchouli felt incredibly embarrassed under Kars's unwavering gaze, even covering her eyes with her hand to reduce the feeling of shame.
"Why do I feel like Patchouli is acting kind of strange?" Kars didn't quite understand Patchouli's unusual reaction. "But I'm only staring because Patchouli is so beautiful."
"I-is that true?" Hearing Kars say that made Patchouli feel happy, but her feeling of shame didn't diminish at all; if anything, it intensified.
"Also, Patchouli, how long do I need to massage? I want to sleep." Kars then asked the question he cared about most: when could he sleep? If he didn't get enough sleep, he might not be able to get up in time for his sunbath in the morning, and that would be very bad.
"That's enough for now." Patchouli didn't insist on continuing the massage. Kars let go, but this allowed him to clearly see Patchouli's body. His face flushed even more, and he instinctively closed his eyes.
Patchouli noticed this and, seeing Kars blush at the sight of her body but show no shyness about touching her, didn't know how to categorize him. But she had to admit that Kars looked truly adorable like this.
Kars, with his eyes closed, felt Patchouli embrace him. He instinctively snuggled into her arms. After burying his face in her breasts and taking a deep breath, his slightly unsettled heart calmed down.
Patchouli felt that the situation was still under control. Looking at Kars's face buried in her chest, the immense shame she felt earlier had greatly lessened. Her mind was already thinking about what to do next. At the very least, she could now do certain things with Kars openly when they were alone. This thought made her heart secretly rejoice.
If things continued to progress slowly, step by step, then Kars and she might…
"Having thoughts like this… Have my preferences truly become the same as Koakuma's?"
No, perhaps it was just that the Kars she loved happened to be a little boy.
Yes! That's it.