I really don't want to have a girlfriend.

Upon hearing this, Natsukawa Masaki truly panicked and opened her mouth to shout.

"Wait a minute, you... ah?~"

Before she could finish speaking, a sudden burst of force from her fingers forced out a soft, seductive moan.

She quickly covered her mouth, a blush creeping up her fair skin, and then became angry, trying to turn around at the guy behind her who had done strange things to her body without her permission.

"I told you to stop... Hmm? Tsk!"

Natsukawa Masaki bit her lip hard, but the sound still escaped from her throat.

My breathing became increasingly rapid, and a strange sensation rose from the area being kneaded.

Ignoring her resistance, Yuu Tenkuji behind her moved his fingers forcefully and slowly, like a lustful old man.

Natsukawa Masaki reflexively clenched her fists and squeezed her thighs together, doing her best to avoid making an embarrassing reaction.

—But there was no way around it, it was just too comfortable.

The varying pressure of the fingers eased the long-suppressed shoulder muscles, and the acupoints in her neck and shoulders were constantly massaged. It felt as if a warm current was gradually flowing from top to bottom, filling her entire body, slowly stripping away her strength to resist, and gradually relaxing her body.

"Ah...I said no...Waa...No...Haa...Can't you hear...Haa...Human speech...Hiss..."

An alluring and lingering voice echoed through the grove.

In the end, Natsukawa Masaki simply gritted her teeth and remained silent, lying limply in his arms, letting him massage her shoulders, lymph nodes, and acupoints, trying to adjust her breathing to appear calm.

"My massage skills, are they alright?"

Seeing her blank expression that seemed to say, "Since I can't resist it, I can only accept it," Yuu Tenkuji smiled and asked this question on purpose.

Natsukawa Masuzu closed her eyes, her pretty face flushed, and replied calmly, "It's alright, for a rapist."

"Hey, this makes me a criminal? Then all the massage parlors in the world should go out of business."

"Shouldn't a massage parlor that forces customers onto the bed be shut down immediately, as that would be against the law?"

"Just tell me if you're comfortable or not. If you're not, then you can talk about my crimes. I'll turn myself in."

Natsukawa Masaki remained silent for a moment, then turned her face away, speaking casually and easily.

"Of course you feel uncomfortable. Alright, you can go to the police station now."

"Congratulations, host, you have received a reward of 1000 yen."

"Congratulations, host, you have received the reward: Dessert Making (Proficient Level)."

1,000 yen...

It's said that most massage parlors located in the underground shopping arcades of train stations charge by the ten-minute mark, 1,000 yen for every ten minutes... He hadn't even been there for five minutes yet.

It seems this guest is very satisfied.

"lie."

Tenkuji Yu smiled and then removed his hands from the girl's hot and soft shoulders.

His massage skills had already reached the "expert level" during his second mission, and he had also acquired knowledge of acupoints and various types of massage techniques from the system.

In addition, with perfect control over his muscles, if he were to enter the massage industry, he could probably open a massage parlor that both young girls and married women would love to frequent, and from then on, he could send people to their deaths with a single finger.

It's comfortable, to be expected, but more importantly, it's good for Natsukawa Masaki's body.

For example, muscle stiffness, hunchback, and neck and shoulder pain caused by the weight of the chest can be relieved by massaging the chest. Although it cannot cure the problem immediately, it can at least provide relief for a while, making you feel like you have been reborn.

Even though the area he touched wasn't very large, his skillful and professional technique cost at least two or three times more than the massage parlors in the underground mall—in fact, Natsukawa Ryou should be thanking him instead.

With this in mind, Yuuki Tenkuji generously stated:

"No need to thank me, just consider it as me itching to practice with someone."

After all, he also enjoyed the pleasure of "kneading" the beautiful girl in his palm and heard the girl's panting sounds without any damage. It's fair to say that the ending was a win-win situation.

Faced with his shameless attitude, Natsukawa Masaki could only sigh in resentment, gather her shiny silver hair, and let the flush on her face gradually fade.

"My boyfriend touched me inappropriately, what can I say, who can I tell... I was blind to have chosen the wrong person."

Surprisingly, she didn't make a proper counterattack, or even utter a single sarcastic remark.

...I guess she was afraid he would increase the pressure and prevent her from walking out of the grove standing up.

Chapter Twenty-One: Yes, it's me—Natsukawa Masaki

What are you writing?

The two sat facing each other by the stone pavilion.

Tenkuji Yu opened the bento box and looked at Natsukawa Masuzu, who was writing something.

"It's like a diary, don't worry about it." Closing the black-covered notebook, she said casually, "Just to clarify, this isn't about holding a grudge, it's just that I'm used to recording my feelings of 'I'll get my revenge sooner or later'."

"If this doesn't count as holding a grudge, then what does?"

"Pour frog pee into your lunchbox."

"That's a huge grudge."

There was absolutely no romantic atmosphere between them. After exchanging a few casual words, they started eating the food in their hands.

To avoid an overly quiet atmosphere, or perhaps simply out of boredom and a desire to start a conversation, Natsukawa Masuzu, after a moment of silence, spoke again, biting the sip of her jelly drink:

"Did you make the bento yourself?"

"That's right," he replied, biting his chopsticks, without really looking up.

Because the dishes were specially selected so that they wouldn't taste bad even when cold, Yu's bento box still looks, smells, and tastes delicious, even though it's been sitting there since morning.

"Really? That's quite impressive."

Natsukawa Masaki glanced at it a few times, then quickly looked away, losing interest, and continued slurping down the silver-packaged jelly drink.

Tenkuji Yu paused slightly with his chopsticks, then smiled and said, "Were you discouraged?"

"No, because I don't like eating, so there's no need for me to learn to cook." She pouted and said listlessly, "It's said that girls only start learning to cook in order to make boys like them... How foolish! If you don't have enough charm, even cooking won't necessarily make the person you like like you back."

"Can you give me some examples related to humans?" Yuu Tenkuji sighed, glancing at the palm-sized nutritional jelly drink in her hand, and raised an eyebrow, asking, "You're full after eating that for lunch? Are you planning to lose weight, or are you planning to give up being human?"

Natsukawa Masuzu completely ignored the word "diet," her attention was entirely on the JoJo reference, her bright blue eyes sparkled, and a smile played on her cherry-pink lips.

"I'll still eat bread rolls, you know? It's just that this is more convenient. Like a vampire, I can fill my stomach with a few 'hiss' sounds."

Seemingly as a demonstration, she straightened her posture, picked up the package with both hands, and inserted the mouthpiece into her small, cute, moist lips. As she slowly inhaled, a small indentation appeared on her snow-white cheeks, and the package began to shrivel.

"Well……"

Those glossy lips, as if coated with lipstick, pressed down slightly on the cylindrical mouthpiece, and a faint inhalation sound could be heard, while the Adam's apple bobbed slightly beneath the long silver hair.

As if she had accidentally taken too big a gulp and was having some difficulty swallowing, her delicate eyebrows furrowed slightly, revealing a hint of struggle.

Her appearance was extremely suggestive from any angle, and it was clearly something she did on purpose.

I watched Tenkuji Yu while eating.

"Pfft..."

She only released her mouth with a smack when there seemed to be no more drink left in the packaging. Her eyes were slightly dazed as she tilted her head back. The silver threads on her lips and the mouthpiece broke off quickly, leaving only the slightly reflective, alluring water stains on her pink lips and the white mouthpiece.

Yuu Tenkuji continued to enjoy her performance while eating her rice.

"Hehehe, the Joestar bloodline is just so perfect, it's giving me an absolute blast!"

After saying that in a sarcastic tone, her expression quickly returned to normal, as if nothing had happened. She lightly put down the empty package and concluded in a solemn tone.

"above."

"Above what?"

She tilted her head in confusion: "I'm all better now, how about you?"

Yuu Tenkuji sighed, "I understand the joke, but I really don't understand your logic."

Gathering her hair behind her ear, Natsukawa Masaki squinted her eyes and smiled radiantly.

"It's okay if you don't understand, I just love that you get the jokes, Ayu~"

These words seemed to be wrapped in sincerity, and the voice was particularly light and cheerful.

"Congratulations, host, you have received the reward: the second volume of the JOJO manga."

"It seems you really have very few friends..."

Yuu Tenkuji sighed, picked up a bacon-wrapped cabbage from the bento box, and handed it over: "Want to try some? This is the first time I've ever had someone else's bento box with this kind of food."

Except for Totsuka, don't ask why.

His reason for suddenly doing this was simple: seeing that Natsukawa Masuzu wasn't interested in his cooking, he wanted her to taste it herself; if she still didn't care, he could take her advice and go back to think about whether there was anything he needed to correct.

After all, most of the dishes were made for his younger sister, and Yuu Tenkuji took this matter very seriously.

Not knowing what he was thinking, Natsukawa Masaki raised an eyebrow and smiled: "What? Did you get excited seeing that scene just now and want to feed me...?"

grunt.

She clearly intended to tease him a bit before rejecting him.

But the moment the bacon and cabbage were brought close to her eyes, its glossy color and aroma filling her senses, she couldn't help but close her mouth, her saliva beginning to secrete and being swallowed down her throat.

...It smells so good.

It looks delicious.

Why do these cold bento box dishes look so tempting?

Yuu Tenkuji observed her changes in expression and, after confirming that she did not have anorexia or any gastrointestinal problems, forcefully stuffed the chopsticks into her slightly open mouth, then pulled them out and wiped them clean with a tissue.

"how?"

"..."

After a brief moment of shock, Natsukawa Masuzu lowered her head, covered her mouth, chewed for a while, and then spoke with a helpless expression.

"It's quite delicious. Compared to it, the jelly drink is practically tasteless, giving you the illusion that you could eat a bowl of white rice with it."

After frankly expressing her thoughts, she wiped the grease from her lips and looked up at Yuu Tenkuji.

"The downside is that the feeding method is too rough, and the feeding action is a bit forceful, without giving people any psychological preparation."