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Inside Asta's quarters, Hiroshi's mind was a whirlwind of panic.
If Asta actually followed through on her threat and told Herta, the truth about his "extravagant" material requests for the telescope and space suit would come out. He'd be exposed, and his plan to surprise Asta with a star of her own would be ruined.
But then, a realization hit him. Wait. She doesn't actually know how I serve Madam Herta. I'm the only one with the data. He just had to choose the most professional, least scandalous part of his routine. With a steadying breath, he nodded. "Alright, Station Master Asta. I'll do as you say."
Asta's eyes sparkled with triumph. "That's more like it. Let's begin."
"Then... please lie face down on the bed."
"Eh?!" Asta's bravado vanished instantly.
Hearing those words, paired with Hiroshi's nervous expression, sent her imagination into a tailspin. The bed? What kind of 'service' is he talking about? Scenes from late-night movies she'd accidentally stumbled upon began playing in her head. She shook her head violently, scolding herself. Asta! What is wrong with you? There's no way Hiroshi does that kind of thing with Herta. You're beyond help!
Seeing her hesitation, Hiroshi felt a wave of relief. "If you're unwilling, Station Master, then perhaps we should—"
"Forget it? No!" Asta cut him off. It was her idea, after all; backing out now would be a crushing blow to her dignity. "It's just lying down! I'm going for it!"
She briskly kicked off her high heels, revealing her delicate, rounded toes, and flopped onto the bed, hugging a plush pillow tight. "Come on!"
Hiroshi stared, completely baffled. She was just terrified. Why is she so determined now? "Uh... Station Master, you really don't have to force yourself..."
Asta peeked out from behind the pillow with one eye, her hair a messy halo around her face. "I'm not forcing myself! Just start already. I don't have all day!"
The Massage
Hiroshi sighed, walked to the bedside, and gently took hold of her ankle. Asta's entire body stiffened. Her heart thrashed like a trapped bird. What is he doing? Is he going to tie me up like in those—
Before her thoughts could spiral further, Hiroshi's hands began to move. He applied a firm, rhythmic pressure, sliding his palms from her ankle, up her calf, and to the back of her knee.
Asta let out a long, shuddering breath. The tension drained out of her in an instant. Oh. It's a massage. Honestly, I was nervous for nothing... but his technique... it's incredible.
She stopped resisting and buried her face in the pillow, letting out soft, muffled hums of approval. Hiroshi shifted his focus to her waist, his palms gripping the soft curves of her sides before pushing upward along her spine toward her neck.
"Ugh... mmm..."
Under the combined influence of Hiroshi's skilled hands and his passive "Charm" ability, Asta felt her bones turning to liquid. She was like a puddle of clay, without a shred of strength or desire to move. She felt as docile as a kitten.
Does Herta get to enjoy this every single day? Asta thought, a surge of pure envy hitting her. I'm so jealous... if I could have this every day, I'd die of happiness.
Time ticked away. Realizing it was getting late, Hiroshi finally stopped. "I should head back, Station Master. Madam Herta will be expecting me."
"Hmm? Why did you stop?" Asta turned her head, looking up at him with a dazed, wanting expression.
"It's late, Asta. I really have to go."
Hiroshi turned to leave, but Asta suddenly sat up with a burst of energy, grabbing his wrist and yanking him back. Caught off guard, Hiroshi lost his footing and tumbled onto the bed. Before he could scramble up, Asta was over him in a plank position, her lavender-scented hair brushing against his face.
"A-Asta? What are you..."
Hiroshi panicked. He was no match for a motivated Station Master. But to Asta, whose rationality was currently being shredded by his proximity, his wide-eyed shock was the final straw. She interlaced her fingers with his, pinning his hands to the mattress, and leaned down, kissing him with a fierce, sudden intensity.
"Mmm!!!"
Hiroshi's pupils contracted. My ability... it's completely backfired again!
After what felt like an eternity, Asta finally pulled back, a thin silver thread of saliva connecting them. Her eyes were hazy and dark with affection as she looked down at him.
"Brother Hiroshi... stay here tonight," she whispered, her voice a soft, hypnotic purr. "From now on... I'll be the one to support you~"
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