In a World of Reversed Chastity, I’m Rumored to Be an Easy Bitch (♂) Among Lustful Girls - 49

Chapter 49: That Kind of Thing Where a Beautiful Onee-san Can’t Resist During a Lymphatic Massage and Gets Aggressive…

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I was drenched like a wet rat when Ayame-san immediately told me to come inside, and as things naturally flowed, I ended up taking a shower in her place. The clothes I had been wearing were thrown into the wash for now. Since it was my summer uniform—just a polo shirt and slacks—I figured if I washed and spun them, they’d dry quickly enough.

While I was showering, Ayame-san came into the dressing room. There was only a frosted glass partition between us, so I could clearly see her silhouette.

Man, she’s huge.

At 180 centimeters tall, she was already quite tall for a woman. On top of that, every part of her matched her height in scale, making me feel like I had shrunk down into a little kid.

“Um… Asahi-kun, I’ll leave your change of clothes here, okay?”

“Thank you very much. Sorry for all the trouble…”

“D-Don’t worry about it! The change of clothes might be a little big, though… Sorry about that…”

Leaving the clothes behind, Ayame-san quickly scurried out of the dressing room.

Well, I mean, yeah. It’d be kinda awkward to have someone of the opposite sex, especially younger, hanging out in your room. It’s like if a high school girl who’s your little sister’s friend suddenly takes a bath in the apartment of a college guy living alone.

…That’s just straight-up a rom-com plot.

Even the brother-complex Ayame-san wouldn’t be totally unfazed. I finished my shower, dried off with a bath towel, and reached for the clothes Ayame-san had prepared for me. The top was a T-shirt. As for the bottoms—

“These are boxer briefs, but… Are these for women?”

There was a pair of brand-new, unopened boxer briefs sitting there. On the package was a photo of a female model wearing them. She was, of course, topless. The model was thin and kinda sexy. Aside from lacking the front opening that men’s boxer briefs usually had, they were practically the same.

You could call them a variant of the ones Riria had worn when we’d ridden double on a bicycle that one time. Well, those had been the full-on triangle-cut typical of women’s underwear, though.

“S-Sorry… I don’t have any guys’ underwear, so I hope you can make do with that…? They’re new, so don’t worry…”

Ayame-san’s apologetic voice came from the other side of the door. Still, she’d gone out of her way to offer something new, and it wasn’t full-on lingerie, so I figured I should just accept her kindness.

“It’s fine. The size looks like it’ll work, too.”

“Really…? I’m glad to hear that”

Next, I put on the T-shirt.

It was fresh and clean, though not completely brand-new—it had a faint scent to it. What was this smell? It wasn’t bad. Definitely not. But it also wasn’t the artificial fragrance of detergent or fabric softener.

It was a sweet, gentle scent—‘a woman’s scent’—that stirred something deep in my body.

This is bad. I want to smell it more and more.

In this world, this might be the kind of “woman-smell” that got publicly frowned upon, like how “man-smell” did back home, but for me, the scent was stirring my arousal so dangerously. 

No no, I can’t get turned on here.

Especially not with Ayame-san. If something happened, I wouldn’t be able to face Haruto.

“How is it? Are the clothes okay?”

“Y-Yeah, they’re great! Thank you!”

I left the dressing room and stepped into the living room. Near the window, my uniform top and bottoms, fresh from the washing machine, swayed gently in the breeze from the electric fan.

“Looks like the rain is not going to stop anytime soon, huh?”

“Yeah. Even if it’s summer clothes, it’ll take a while for the uniform to dry.”

“If you’re okay with it, Asahi-kun, you can stay and wait out the rain here for a bit…”

“Then I’ll do that. I guess I’ll try to get some homework done while I wait.”

I pulled out a textbook and notebook from my bag. Luckily, my bag was waterproof, so everything inside had survived the rain.  If my textbooks had gotten wet, the pages would’ve all stuck together. I was truly grateful for my waterproof bag.

“Let’s see… The sum of a sequence is…”

“Whoa, that takes me back. So this is the kind of stuff you’re studying now, huh, Asahi-kun?”

“Yes, but with that incident the other day and everything, I’ve fallen a bit behind in class…”

“Ah… Yeah, that couldn’t be helped…”

“Especially in math, I’ve totally lost the thread… I’m kind of at my limit…”

“Then, want me to teach you? I may not look it, but I was actually pretty good at math, you know?”

“Really!? That would be a huge help!”

Talk about a godsend.

Ayame-san had always helped me study since way back, and I knew she was good at teaching. If she was good at math on top of that, I couldn’t ask for anything better.

“For sequences, solving recurrence relations is the key, you know? You know, like how you need to turn off the heat first before adding the miso paste to your miso soup.”

“Huh, I didn’t know that.”

“So, this recurrence relation here—”

It felt great being able to understand all the stuff I couldn’t follow in class. I was catching up so fast, I honestly wished I’d just asked Ayame-san to tutor me from the start.

“And for mock exams and stuff, problems with characteristic equations tend to come up, so you should keep an eye out for those.”

“Wow…! Thanks to you, Ayame-san, I actually get it now!”

“Hehe, if you’re okay with this kind of pace, I can help you anytime. Anything but English and classical Japanese—bring it on!”

“Then… Could I ask for help with physics next? But before that, I think I’ll take a break. My shoulders are feeling kinda stiff.”

“Of course! If your shoulders are stiff, I can give you a massage.”

Saying that, Ayame-san started massaging my shoulders. Her pressure and aim were spot-on, it felt insanely good. Maybe because she was studying something medical-related, Ayame-san seemed to know a lot about how to deal with stiff shoulders and stuff.

Man, this is seriously good…

“Ahh… Right there feels so good…”

“Mhm… Got it, right here?”

The tension in my shoulders melted away bit by bit. I was getting completely lost in the soothing massage, but then I noticed something.

…Ayame-san’s huge boobs were pressing into my back. Her face was kinda close, too. I could feel her warm breath on my ear, and it tickled my ear.

Wait… Could this be… One of those “I’m totally pressing them against you on purpose” situations? Crap, crap, no matter how hard I tried to shift my thoughts, my instincts couldn’t escape the sensation of that blissful softness.

And then Ayame-san escalated the massage.

“W-Well then, Asahi-kun… Now that your shoulders are relaxed, let’s move on to relaxing your whole body…”

Her hands, which had been kneading my shoulders, began to slowly trail downward—now resting at my chest.

This is bad… This is really bad!

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