Miss Heir wasn't very kind to me.

Chapter 192, Section 33: "Perfect in Every Way"

A light rain was falling outside the holiday home, but the atmosphere inside the guesthouse lacked the tranquility it should have.

The match results screen on the TV was ignored; only the background music played on a loop, and the tense atmosphere of battle shifted from inside the game to outside of it.

“I will always be by Masumi’s side, and that will never change. I advise Rinne not to have any unrealistic expectations.”

Kurokawa Mio declared as if asserting her sovereignty, but the heiress refused to back down.

"This is not the Age of Exploration. You can't just plant a flag on a deserted island and claim it as your own. Mio is being far too arrogant."

"Wait a moment, ladies, please don't be so confrontational."

Asami tried to smooth things over by saying, "There are left and right seats around you, you know."

Kurokawa Mio narrowed her eyes: "In that case, I want to be to Masumi's left! Closest to her heart!"

"Mio, don't you know? The Tang Dynasty, the origin of Japanese culture, valued the right side, and there was also a saying in the Edo period that women walked on the right."

"Alright, alright, Rinne can comfort herself with all that pedantry. In love, such things are of no use whatsoever."

The two beauties refused to give way to each other, each tightly gripping Masumi's arms.

Long, slender, white fingers dug into her skin. It hurt so much; the two of them were pulling so hard that Masumi almost couldn't breathe. She anxiously took turns observing their expressions.

All of this stemmed from his seemingly clever order after the game: "I haven't been training much these past few days, and my muscles are a bit stiff. I hope everyone can give me a massage."

"What do we do! Asami-nee, Masumi-nii's hands have been taken away!" Chiai said in a panic.

"This is what happens when Chihiro hesitates."

Mami put on an expression of disappointment and sighed softly, but her lowered eyes gleamed with cunning.

"However, when everyone is vying for something, that's when opportunities arise, like this—"

She then sat down on Masumi's lap without any hesitation.

"Sigh~"

Masumi's thighs immediately felt a pressing weight and a soft, plump touch.

Chiai spoke up before he could, "Mami-nee, why are you like this! I also want to sit on Masumi-nii's lap."

"Is that so? Then Chia-ai, feel free to use your imagination."

Asami revealed a mischievous smile, her pert buttocks turning into a disc on Masumi's leg.

"No way! Mami-nee, move aside a bit."

The childhood sweetheart reached out and shoved him.

Chia and Asami then began vying for space on his lap.

It is said that there was a general in China named Xiang Yu. The enemy offered a reward of a thousand gold pieces for his corpse. After his defeat, the enemy generals fought over his body parts.

That's probably what I'm like now.

Just as Masumi was thinking this...

Suddenly, an impact came from behind him. He turned around and saw Haiyue's delicate and pretty face, which was expressionless.

The jellyfish-like girl pressed her skin against his, her delicate hands gliding across Masumi's chest, then tightly entwining him from behind like a jellyfish.

"I've got... Masumi..."

When I, like a thousand-year-old ancient hero, pushed open the door and walked in, I saw a scene that completely lacked any sentimental atmosphere and even seemed a bit comical.

Rinne and Kurokawa Mio each hugged Masumi's arms tightly from both sides, while Asami and Chiai sat close to Masumi's laps, and Kaigetsu occupied the space between her chest, abdomen, and back.

"What are you doing?" I, Ru Gu Qian Sui, couldn't help but chuckle. "Playing a game that imitates the Super Sentai fusion?"

"Senior, please save me."

Masumi, like a drowning person surfacing, squeezed her face out from between the girls' bodies.

"Listen to me, Masumi." I adopted a serious, earnest tone, just like a senior scholar:

"The reason why girls rush to you is because their hearts are not at peace. What you can do is respond to them as much as possible, so that they can calm down."

Perhaps it was because her earnest tone made her subconsciously identify with the role of "a junior seeking guidance from a senior."

"Even if that's what you say, senior, I only have one body. How can I possibly match their actions one by one?"

"That will depend on Masumi's own efforts. Remember to train your body to be invincible first."

Indeed, the endurance developed from morning runs alone is far from enough, Masumi reflected on herself.

Should I go to the gym and add some strength training?
"Alright, alright." I clapped my hands loudly like a thousand-year-old, drawing the girls' attention over here.

"If you keep going like this, Masumi won't be able to hold on."

"I can understand the others, but why did Miss Kamishiro join in this nonsense?"

I, like a thousand-year-old, looked at the heir with a smile in my eyes.

As the heiress of Starry Night Cafe, Rinne, who always gives people a calm and composed impression, completely abandoned her composure and acted like an ordinary girl who was jealous of someone else, confronting Kurokawa Mio and the others.

"That is……"

Rinne blushed upon hearing this, like a cat that had been splashed with water, and released Masumi's arm.

Chiai quickly stepped in to fill the gap, but there was no way she could win against Apricot and Peach, who were in completely different weight classes. Using sumo wrestling tactics, she had no chance of winning at all.

Asami watched Chiai walk away with a victor's expression, then monopolized Masumi's lap all by herself.

"What are you holding in your hand, senior?"

As Chiai turned to hug his arm, Masumi's vision cleared a bit, and she looked at the translucent pale yellow liquid in my hands, as if looking at a piece of ancient Chisui, and asked.

"I saw some sweet almond oil in the kitchen; it's perfect for massage."

"Huh? Doesn't this need to be so formal?"

"You can't be careless when it comes to skincare," my senior colleague emphasized earnestly through her eyes and voice.

"It doesn't matter when you're young, but you'll regret it when you get a little older."

"This applies to girls, right?"

"Oh my, so Masumi wants to give us an oil massage?" I said to my senior, Rugu, with a hint of sarcasm.

The looks the girls were giving her made Masumi feel incredibly pressured.

"Uh, that's not what I meant."

“I think so too.” I, like a thousand-year-old ancient being, said with a smile, “Then lie down and enjoy some time to relax.”

After some discussion, everyone compromised and decided to proceed with the massage according to the rankings from the previous game.

The first-place Mami straddled Masumi without any hesitation; just how much does she like this position?

"Hehehe, let me have a good feel for Masumi-kun."

Mami revealed a malicious smile.

"Don't play pranks on me."

"Leave it to me with peace of mind, Masumi-kun. Besides, this is all for the sake of our shared future."

"What kind of crystals?"

"Of course, it's the manga 'The Hero Squad is Full of Demon King's Army Spy', which is the result of my collaboration with Masumi-kun as creators."

“In that case, just say it’s a manga, don’t use such ambiguous language,” Masumi sighed.

"Also, what does this have to do with comics?"

"Because the first volume of the digital edition included a bonus item, Ms. Iida suggested that I depict some intense scenes in the bonus to boost sales."

This is truly a business law that is both realistic and targets human nature.

"In the first volume, the hero's team defeated the Demon King's army's executives in the hot spring town, right? Wouldn't it be great to draw a bonus chapter where the saintess relieves the hero's fatigue with a massage?"

After explaining the reason, Mami deliberately put on a serious expression.

"Listen up, Masumi-kun. No scene is created out of thin air. Therefore, the source material is very important. Being able to depict a scene as if you have personally experienced it will be a major factor influencing the quality of the manga."

"I don't want to be the male protagonist of a comic book."

"It's just for reference, not to draw Masumi-kun into the picture."

"I draw inspiration for character portrayal from the dialogue between two people, as well as their reactions and gestures, and then apply it to comics."

"Fine." Masumi adopted a resigned expression, as if to say, "Bring it on."

"Have you finally accepted your fate, Masumi-kun?"

Asami nodded with a satisfied expression, maintaining her straddling position, and slowly leaned her body against Masumi.

"As the winner of the game, I want to be the first to leave my mark on Masumi-kun~"

Even though she knew her actions were deliberate, the faint fragrance wafting over and the seductive whispers made Masumi's heart flutter.

"Wait, the manga hasn't progressed to this point yet, it should be closer to the ending..."

"From a creative perspective, that's definitely true."

Mami squinted, stroking her chin thoughtfully.

"How about this? Like in a bishoujo game, there are two branching routes here."

"Choosing restraint and patience leads to a happy ending in the harem; choosing momentary indulgence leads to pleasure..."

Before she could finish speaking, Masumi interrupted, "In that case, I'll choose the first one." "Hmph, that's not up to you, Masumi-kun. You're the salmon on the chopping board right now."

Mami immediately extended her palm, which was coated with sweet almond oil, and gently stroked Masumi's chest.

The feeling of a full, shapeless body pressed tightly against Masumi's skin was something she could neither escape nor bear, just like that moment in Kashiwa City. Masumi was slightly taken aback.

"Time is up……"

"Xiao Haiyue?"

The jellyfish girl slowly pushed open the door and appeared in front of the two.

"Five minutes each, that's the agreement, Mami-nee!"

A pair of emerald eyes peeked out from behind her, filled with a mixture of shame and indignation.

"Huh? Why is everyone outside? Did you all hear what I just said?" Mami asked in surprise, covering her mouth.

"I'm sorry, Mami."

I, like an ancient thousand-year-old, slightly furrowed my brows and smiled. "I have tried to persuade them, but they all seem uneasy."

"Hey, why is that?"

"Stop talking nonsense, Mami-nee, leave now!" Chiai said indignantly.

Behind her, Kurokawa Mio's sharp gaze pierced straight at her.

"I see."

Mami left dejectedly, and Koyuki took her place, sitting down in the same position as Mami.

"..."

The two stared at each other for a while, their eyes clasped together, before Masumi finally spoke up:
"Um, what's wrong?"

Haiyue shook her head slightly.

"How should I do a massage?"

"Eh?"

The skin feels cool and smooth to the touch.

In the end, the jellyfish girl only stayed on Masumi for a short while before leaving.

"Those two people in front are not serious, thank you for your hard work."

Masumi looked at Rinne, who was sitting on his waist in a duck-sitting position with her back to him, and said.

From this angle, all you can see is the heiress's peach-shaped buttocks pressing against her ankles.

To make the massage easier, the girls changed into revealing swimsuits, and Rinne no longer seemed embarrassed about wearing a swimsuit in front of her.

The girl's fingers gently kneaded the muscles of Masumi's thighs, the sweet almond oil spreading on her skin, making a "gurgling" sound in the air.

“But… you don’t have to all sit on me, do you?” Masumi smirked.

"Is it heavy?" she asked.

"not heavy."

"That's good. I thought it would make it easier to perform the moves this way."

Rinne spoke in a flat tone, as if she didn't care.

Masumi sometimes admires the heiress.

Despite his ten delicate white toes being tightly curled together, his tone remained calm and nonchalant.

Masumi stared intently at Rinne's bare feet. It was rare for her to have the chance to observe other people's feet so closely, and now her entire soles were bright red.

Just being weighed down by her weight shouldn't have made her this famous.

Masumi subconsciously reached out her finger and poked Rinne's round toes, which looked like a row of pomegranate seeds, arranged neatly together.

"babble!"

Her body jolted as well.

"what you do!"

The heiress turned her head, her cold gaze piercing down from above, a faint blush creeping onto her ears.

Seeing her sensitive reaction, Masumi suddenly felt as if she were doing something inappropriate for children.

"Sorry, it was just an accident."

Was it intentional? Or accidental?

"It was accidental." Masumi said harshly.

Rinne turned her face away as if not arguing with him, and the single ponytail she had tied up for the massage seemed to come alive as it swayed gently behind her head.

It looks just like a black cat's tail.

Getting up close to this composed heiress reveals that she occasionally displays adorable reactions befitting her age.

……

She then turned her whole body around to face Masumi and massaged her upper body.

The nutty aroma of sweet almond oil filled my nostrils, and the areas where the oil had been applied felt restless and hot. The drizzle outside the window sounded exceptionally clear.

Even the tiny dust particles floating in the room at this moment seem to have become particularly noticeable.

Smell, touch, hearing, sight... all five senses have become incredibly sharp, yet only the mind remains hazy.

Is this also a result of the massage?
"You seem to be quite good at massage. Have you studied it before?"

"No."

Rinne's fingers pressed along Masumi's muscle lines, producing a soft "rustling" sound in the rainy room.

"I just watched a little bit of a learning video."

"In that case, you might be very talented."

"Ok?"

"Your massage feels very relaxing and comfortable, but also very stressful."

My body, coated in smooth, sweet almond oil, was massaged until I was drenched in sweat.

“That sounds a bit odd,” Rinne frowned slightly. “However, I don’t like attributing all success to talent.”

“True talent needs no reason; only those without talent look for reasons,” Masumi said.

Rinne glanced at him expressionlessly, then suddenly asked, "And what about you?"

"what?"

"Putting everything else aside, your coffee-making skills are superb."

"After all, I learned from my father since I was a child."

"She's just like an eel." Rinne sighed softly, "Every time she makes an excuse, it's like her mouth is smeared with oil."

Masumi belatedly realized that his casual reply directly contradicted his previous argument.

“Mr. Jing Jian told me that you are much more talented than him and that you will definitely become one of the best baristas. He had no doubt about that.”

"So... when you wasted this hard-won talent and chose to pursue an uncertain path in the band, Mr. Jing Jian was very angry and felt a sense of indignation that his talent was being buried."

"I see."

A fleeting, almost imperceptible, shadow of sadness crossed Masumi's eyes.

“My father said such things to you, he really didn’t hold anything back.”

"After all, I am Mr. Jing Jian's only apprentice and the heir to Starry Night Coffee Shop."

Rinne said calmly, maintaining her duck-sitting posture, leaning forward, and the next moment—

"babble!"

The slippery oil filled the gap between their bodies, and even Rinne's bikini, soaked in sweet almond oil, slid off Masumi's body like a round, watery dough.

Masumi reacted quickly, grabbing her ankle to prevent the heiress from crashing into him in an unfavorable position.

"Thank you."

Rinne quietly exhaled.

That hand was still covering her skin, and her ankle felt like it was wrapped in a warm towel.

The heiress looked at Masumi, who was still clinging tightly to her ankle but remained frozen in place, with a puzzled expression, feeling utterly confused.

She probably couldn't imagine that this sentimental scene and her indescribable despondency would share an umbrella on a rainy day.

at this time.

"—I'm sorry, Ms. Kamishiro, your time is up."

A bright, clear, and cheerful voice, without a trace of gloom, pushed open the door.

I said with a smile, as if I were a thousand years old.

(End of this chapter)