Saki smiled kindly and bowed deeply. "Please don’t apologize at all. You are the lady of the Suzuki family. It is my duty and honor to serve you. Please relax and let take care of everything."
I stepped outside the room to give them privacy. After about ten minutes, Saki ca out with a gentle smile.
"Miss Tomiko has been changed into a fresh yukata. I’ve also applied so herbal ointnt to her ankle. She should feel better soon."
"Thank you so much, Saki-san," I said gratefully. She bowed once more and left gracefully.
I took a deep breath and slid the door open, stepping back inside.
Tomiko was now lying comfortably on the bed, wearing a beautiful light pink yukata. The soft fabric draped elegantly over her body, slightly loose around her chest, revealing the elegant line of her collarbone and a teasing hint of cleavage. She looked incredibly beautiful... and painfully shy.
I sat down beside her on the edge of the bed. "Oba-san, let take a proper look at your ankle. If it’s swollen or serious, we should call a doctor right away."
Tomiko nodded shyly, avoiding my gaze. She slowly extended her injured leg toward , her yukata riding up slightly and exposing her smooth calf.
I gently took her delicate foot into both hands. There was no visible swelling. It really did seem like a minor muscle strain from the sudden slip. As I carefully rotated her ankle to check the range of motion, Tomiko let out a soft, embarrassed whimper.
"Nn... Jack... please be gentle..."
I looked up at her flushed face. She was biting her lower lip so hard it had turned pale, clearly still affected by everything that had happened in the Onsen. Her breathing was uneven and shallow, coming out in soft, trembling puffs.
An idea ford in my mind.
I subtly activated my ability — Hand of Arousal.
"It doesn’t look like there’s anything serious," I said gently, keeping my voice calm and caring. "Let just massage it a little. Tell if you feel any discomfort, okay?"
Tomiko nodded shyly, unable to speak. Her heart was pounding wildly in her chest.
I gently took her soft, delicate ankle in both hands and began rubbing it with slow, careful strokes. My thumbs pressed into the arch of her foot, massaging in firm, circular motions, occasionally sliding higher toward her calf with just the right amount of pressure.
Tomiko’s thoughts were in complete chaos:
[What is going on...? Why does Jack’s touch feel so good...? My body is getting hotter... especially down there... My pussy... it’s starting to throb so much...]
[No... Tomiko, stop thinking like that! He is Haruna’s boyfriend... You can’t feel this way about him... This is so wrong... so immoral...]
But the ability was relentless, rcilessly flooding her body with arousal.
"Aaah..." A soft, sweet moan slipped from Tomiko’s lips before she could stop it. She imdiately pressed her hand over her mouth, eyes wide with horror at the sound she had made.
I continued the massage, my fingers working deeper into her muscles, slowly moving upward.
"Nnnh... haa..." Another helpless moan escaped her. Her thighs trembled violently as a fresh, powerful wave of heat rushed straight to her core.
She could feel herself getting wetter by the second — her pussy lips swelling, her inner walls clenching, and her juices slowly leaking out in warm, slippery trails.
[Oh god... it’s getting so wet... I can feel my pussy dripping... Why is this happening...? Jack’s hands are only on my ankle... but my body is reacting like he’s touching down there... My clit is throbbing... I’m getting soaked...]
Her breathing grew heavier and more ragged. "J-Jack... mmmh..." she moaned softly, trying desperately to suppress the sounds but failing miserably as her voice cracked with need.
I kept pressing and rubbing gently but deliberately, my hands slowly working higher up her calf.
The wet spot on the front of her pink yukata grew larger and darker, the thin fabric becoming visibly damp and slightly see-through.
Since she wasn’t wearing any panties, the outline of her swollen, glistening pussy lips was becoming more and more obvious with every passing second.
Tomiko noticed it too. Her eyes widened in absolute mortified horror.
[No... no no no... He can see it... He can definitely see how wet my pussy is... The yukata is getting soaked... I’m leaking so much... This is so embarrassing... I’m getting wetter and wetter just from him massaging my foot... My juices are flowing out uncontrollably...]
"Aaahn..." Another erotic, needy moan spilled from her lips. Her thighs clenched tightly together, but that only made her more aware of the slick, slippery ss between them.
"Jack... please..." she whimpered, voice trembling with sha and desperate arousal. "I-I think... that’s enough... My ankle feels better now... really..."
But even as she said it, her hips gave a tiny, involuntary roll. More wetness seeped out, darkening the yukata even further. Her hard nipples were now clearly poking through the thin fabric, stiff and begging for attention.
[It feels too good... My pussy is aching so badly... I want him to touch higher... No! What am I thinking?! This is Haruna’s man... I shouldn’t be getting this turned on... But I can’t stop... I’m so wet... I’m dripping down my thighs... My pussy is clenching on nothing... I’m losing control...]
Tomiko covered her face with both hands, mortified beyond words. Soft, needy whimpers kept escaping her despite her best efforts.
"Haa... nnnh... mmmh... haaahn..."
Her entire body was trembling with desperate, uncontrollable arousal. The wet patch on her yukata had grown so obvious and large that there was no way I couldn’t see it. A small glistening trail of her juices had even started running slowly down her inner thigh, soaking into the bedsheet beneath her.
She peeked at through her fingers, eyes glassy, teary, and filled with overwhelming sha and lust.
"Jack... I... I don’t know what’s wrong with ..." she whispered breathlessly, her voice breaking. "My body feels so strange... so hot... especially... down there... It won’t stop... I’m... I’m getting so wet..."
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