In crossover anime, who isn't a childhood friend?

"Hey bro, your door's not closed, the air conditioning'll escape," Rikka suddenly reminded him.

"..."

Although Yuan Qianye had done this on purpose, he had no choice but to turn around and close the door.

"Alright, come on, come on!" Rikka patted the center of the bed forcefully.

The thought of what would happen next, under her control, made her want to laugh.

Yuan Qianye slowly walked to the bedside, got into bed under the gaze of the two, picked up a pillow, hugged it, and lay down.

As he inhaled the faint, sweet fragrance of a young girl surrounding him, he gradually realized that the massage that followed might, in some ways, be much more unbearable than he had anticipated.

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Volume 2: Chapter 128: Eriri's Turn

Seeing that Yuan Qianye obediently lay down, Liu Hua raised a finger and solemnly instructed her friend: "Massage requires moderate force, accurate acupoints, and precise kneading. The technique needs to be adjusted according to the different parts of the body. You can increase the pressure appropriately for areas with more muscle."

Yinglili: "???"

Wait a minute! You didn't say that at all before we came!

It was supposed to be simple, so why has it suddenly become so complicated!

Eriri's shocked expression, full of accusation, was quite amusing to Rikka.

At this moment, Yuan Qianye, who was lying obediently, spoke up, with obvious helplessness and a hint of undermining: "Eri, don't listen to her nonsense. She usually just presses me randomly based on her feelings. She doesn't know anything about acupoints or pressure. She just talks like she's very good at it."

Rikka immediately retorted with dissatisfaction: "Every time I finish massaging you, you groan and moan in pleasure, and you even say your technique is getting better and better! Okay, stop talking, just lie down and enjoy the service! Eriri, let's begin."

"Um……"

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

What followed unfolded exactly as had been planned.

Eriri and Rikka knelt on either side of Minamoto Chiya, one on each side, and began to give him a relaxing massage.

The first place to start is the calf.

Eriri carefully reached out her hand, her fingertips lightly touching the surface before slowly pressing her entire palm against it.

My first impression was that it was sturdy.

The muscles beneath the palms are smooth and taut, exuding a restrained sense of power, and have a firm feel.

The warmth seeped through the thin fabric of her pajama bottoms, a stark contrast to the softness of her own calves.

Eriri was, of course, quite unaccustomed to the current situation.

However, being able to have intimate contact with the person she had always secretly liked in such a legitimate way, and being able to feel the outline and temperature of that body that she could only observe with her eyes and imagine in her mind so realistically and clearly in her palms and fingertips, still made her feel shy but also excited.

In addition, Rikka kept her word and stayed by her side throughout the process, keeping her talking about the new anime series while giving her a massage.

The atmosphere in the room was thus not so dull or ambiguous, which was great in every sense of the word.

During the subsequent massage, the area touched by the palm naturally moves from top to top.

From the calf to the thigh, and then from the thigh to the waist.

Under Rikka's guidance, Eriri's massage techniques are no longer limited to simple pressing. She has also begun to try adding some kneading and light tapping movements. Although she is still a bit clumsy, she is much more relaxed than at the beginning.

As for Yuan Qianye...

It's very comfortable, of course.

After all, having my muscles relaxed by the soft hands of two truly beautiful girls at the same time did gradually dissipate my fatigue.

The problem is that this state of being "served by two people at the same time" always makes him involuntarily think of certain images that he shouldn't be thinking about at this time.

For example, that night I spent with Saeko and Utaha in the hotel room at the amusement park...

He knew this was wrong, especially since one of the two people massaging him was his adopted sister. Although they weren't related by blood, that wasn't a reason for him to have such wild thoughts.

However, consciousness is something that cannot be completely suppressed by reason and will alone.

Sometimes, the more you try to tell yourself to stay calm and restrain yourself, the more certain images and associations will run wild, racing through your mind and creating all sorts of uncontrollable, heart-pounding scenarios.

Then, under these circumstances, Rikka's casual conversation suddenly changed: "We've been massaging for about twenty minutes now, our hands are getting a little sore, Eriri, how about you?"

Eriri was focused on feeling the firm, smooth muscle lines of Chiya's waist with her palms. Upon hearing this, she paused and subconsciously replied.

"Um... I'm fine..."

As she replied, she didn't even fully lift her hands, which were pressed tightly against Yuan Qianye's waist, and her fingertips lingered and pressed gently.

At this moment, Yuan Qianye spoke up: "That's about enough. Thank you all. Go back to sleep."

"Brother, something's not right with you. Why are you being so polite today? Every time before, you used to make me stay for over forty minutes before letting me leave."

"Don't talk nonsense, I'm not that weird."

"You dare to do it but not admit it?" Rikka stood up and stepped directly on him with her small feet.

She pressed her toes against his back, gently applying some of her weight, and even playfully rotated the balls of her feet slightly, applying a kneading pressure.

"Ugh—" Caught off guard, Yuan Qianye let out a short, muffled groan, which was hard to tell whether it was from pain or something else.

Eriri was stunned by this sudden development, then exclaimed in surprise, "Rikka!"

How could you treat your own brother like this!

"Don't worry." Rikka didn't mind, and even moved her foot a little more as she stepped on him: "He actually likes it this way."

"Hmm... It's alright, Eriri." Minamoto Chiyo's voice was light and airy: "Rikka, move up a little bit more."

Rikka obediently moved to a different spot: "Is this the place?"

“Hmm…yes, right there…” Yuan Qianye’s voice seemed much more relaxed, even somewhat content: “…a little more force.”

"..."

Eriri blinked, feeling like she was hallucinating.

No, you two siblings... you've been having such a close relationship in private all this time?

While stepping on Chiya's back, Rikka explained to Eriri, who was in a daze, "You don't know, he actually has a super hard time when it comes to massage. The massage we just gave him felt like tickling at best."

"Hmm...not really...hmm...that exaggerated." Minamoto Chiyo's voice became halting due to the downward pressure exerted by Rikka's small feet: "Hmm...but it's true, because Rikka's strength is so weak, it does...hmm...make me feel more comfortable."

The intermittent responses, mixed with muffled groans and breathy sounds, combined with the subtle sounds of Rikka's footwork, sounded strangely... astringent to Eriri's ears!

This caused her to involuntarily tense up, and the restlessness in her heart surged up uncontrollably once again.

"You heard that, right? So what are we waiting for? Eriri, come on over! My brother's left side is in your hands, and it'll give your hands a rest."

Don't make it sound so easy and obvious!

Eriri screamed inwardly!

However... however...

Massaging Chiya in this way is, in a sense, tantamount to trampling him underfoot.

Is it really possible?

To trample on that guy who consistently ranked first in academics, won the national kendo championship, held numerous literary awards, and was even received by the mayor and awarded a medal for bravery...

The thought had an immense impact, causing her to breathe faster and feel dizzy.

But deep in her heart, a kind of excitement and eagerness, so secret that even she herself was unwilling to delve into it, was growing wildly like a tender sprout breaking through the soil!

"Don't worry, my brother won't mind," Rikka added, noticing her hesitation and struggle.

Chiya's response was silence.

Silence can also be understood as acquiescence to some extent.

Therefore, Eriri eventually stood up slowly, and with an almost pilgrimage-like tension and trembling, she slowly raised her foot.

Unlike Rikka's straightforward and carefree actions, Eriri cautiously extended her toes, afraid that using too much force would cause discomfort to her childhood friend.

After observing that he did indeed let out a soft, contented sigh because of the pressure applied by her foot, she gradually relaxed. At the same time, a complex feeling, a mixture of relief, secret joy, and an indescribable sense of control, welled up in her heart.

Men conquer women by conquering the world, while women conquer the world by conquering men.

So... in this way, can my current state be considered... a small conquest of him on some subtle and private level?

"Eri, this is the first time I've ever seen my brother look so satisfied. It's true that having someone else massage him really doubles the comfort level."

"..."

Eriri's gaze wandered, her face flushed, unable to reply.

She tilted her head slightly, looking at the dim ceiling, not daring to look at Rikka, and even less daring to look at Chiya at her feet.

Before tonight, she would never have believed that she and Qianye would have such an interaction.

As for Yuan Qianye, he buried his face in the soft pillow, surrounded by a comfortable feeling, and was now so comfortable that he couldn't speak.

I want to reiterate here that he is not a member of the Zhouba community and has absolutely no foot fetish.

However, objectively speaking...

What landed on his back at that moment were two small, soft, fragrant feet belonging to young girls, both under 1.6 meters tall, who had just finished bathing and washing up, and were clean and odorless.

Their movements, whether skilled or clumsy, were all carried with a cautious kindness and the intention to help relieve fatigue. The supple yet firm touch transmitted through the thin fabric, and the resulting relaxing effect that penetrated deep into the bones...

Indeed, undeniably, it was quite comfortable.

It could even be said that there were a few moments when he experienced a kind of relaxation that was almost like bliss.

He was tormented by the shame, feeling secretly pleased to be trampled on by two girls...

Fortunately, only the three of them knew about this scene. Rikka wouldn't tell anyone about it, and neither would Eriri.

In addition, it seems the maid will be working very late today. The pity I used to feel for her situation has turned into a sense of relief today.

So, in conclusion, he has been working so hard and enduring so much hardship all this time, so it shouldn't be a problem for him to relax a little and enjoy himself now, right?

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

The next morning.

Eriri, who had already eaten breakfast, sat on the sofa in the living room, quietly observing Chiya, who had finished her morning run and shower and was now sitting at the dining table.

He can finish a large steamed bun bought from the breakfast shop in three bites, paired with freshly squeezed orange juice in the morning, which looks quite appetizing.