My Gift Is “Beauty”. I Think It’s Useless, but It Seems to Be an S-Rank Gift With the Strongest Buff Effect for Beautiful Girls - Chapter 75: Please Forgive Me

Chapter 75: Please Forgive Me!

“Oh…”

Hiroyo’s warm palms gently touched both cheeks, and Rio understood that the treatment had begun.

His hands, rubbing softly, felt gentler and more pleasant than Rio had imagined.

This was no surprise, as Hiroyo used his skill on himself, making his hands remarkably smooth and soft. His skin, almost unbelievably perfect for a man, still conveyed the size and strength of a man’s hands.

“Are you okay? I’ll continue then,” Hiroyo says.

“I’m fine… Please, go ahead,” Rio replies.

Despite her somewhat grumpy tone, Rio accepted the treatment.

She thought she could handle this level of contact with confidence.

“Hya!?”

The moment the treatment moved to her ears, Rio’s reaction changed dramatically.

This was a common response for everyone, and Hiroyo expected it. Only Rio had not anticipated its intensity.

(What… is this!? It feels like my mind is being stirred up…!)

Clenching her teeth and stifling her voice, Rio desperately endured Hiroyo’s fingertips.

His fingers traced the outer edge of her ears, then moved inward, delicately working to refine her skin.

Yet, she wanted him to touch more firmly. His fingertips, so gentle and close to a feather touch, made her crave stronger stimulation.

“…Ah… Nn…”

Closing her eyes tightly to suppress any sounds, Rio gripped the bedsheets without realizing it, a sight Hiroyo clearly noticed.

(She’s trying so hard, this girl…)

Honestly, giving in would probably be easier for her.

But Rio didn’t want to show that side of herself, a feeling Hiroyo understood well.

Having treated many people, Hiroyo knew no one had ever endured until the end.

Even Asami, during a hair treatment, had collapsed midway.

“Alright, next I’ll move to your neck and shoulders,” Hiroyo says.

“Haa… Haa… P-Please, go ahead…” Rio replies.

Finishing her face, his hands moved to the next area.

Rio’s breathing was already uneven, and her body temperature had noticeably risen.

She was ready to surrender to the pleasure.

“Nn…”

(No, no… I can’t let out sounds… My voice wouldn’t please a guy… But still…)

Lacking confidence, Rio couldn’t easily accept being seen enjoying herself or exposing her skin.

So, she desperately held back, tensing her entire body.

“Your neck is pretty slender,” Hiroyo says.

“W-What are you saying all of a sudden!?” Rio exclaims.

At just over 160 centimeters, slightly taller than Aoi, Rio’s long neck was free of excess fat, graceful and elegant.

“Just an observation. I thought you might be suited for modeling,” Hiroyo says.

“M-Me, modeling? That’s impossible—Hyan!? You distracted me with conversation, didn’t you!?” Rio exclaims.

Hiroyo had no real knowledge of modeling standards.

But he recalled Hibiki admiring top model Koi Nikaido, who had a slender neck and balanced proportions.

Seeing Rio’s small head and refined neck, he simply felt she had potential.

“It’s not because of the conversation,” Hiroyo says.

“Besides… M-My eyes are too sharp, so it’s definitely impossible!” Rio insists.

“Really? There are models with sharp eyes, and makeup can change your vibe,” Hiroyo says.

“Are you saying I don’t wear makeup!?” Rio retorts.

“No, I was just stating a fact,” Hiroyo replies.

No matter what Hiroyo said, Rio took it skeptically.

Her low self-esteem caused her to struggle with confusion and embarrassment, never having been praised by men before.

(What’s with this guy…? My body might be slender, but I’m not cute, and modeling? No way!)

“Phew… I’ll move to your décolletage now,” Hiroyo says.

“…Okay,” Rio replies.

Finishing her neck, shoulders, and arms, his hands moved downward.

His fingertips brushed just above her flashy bra.

“Nn… Nn…”

Just below her collarbone, near her breast.

It was a spot where a slight movement could touch her breast directly.

That “almost touching” distance frustrated Rio.

Suppressing her voice became harder than before.

(Ah… If he touches my breast like this… Slipping into my bra…)

Of course, Hiroyo wouldn’t touch without consent.

But Rio’s imagination naturally drifted there.

“Haa… Haa… Haa…”

Her face contorted, unable to stay composed.

Her flushed skin and heightened senses revealed a growing desire to be touched.

“Alright, I’ll do your stomach and legs next,” Hiroyo says.

“…Down there means… Not my breast?” Rio asks.

Hiroyo intentionally skipped her breast.

But Rio questioned him about it.

“Do you really want that? I usually save delicate areas for last…” Hiroyo says.

“I decided to be like Aoi! You touched every part of Aoi’s body, right!? So, do the same to me!” Rio insists.

To match Aoi, she was willing to let him touch her breast.

Blushing deeply, Rio looked up at Hiroyo and declared it.

“O-Okay… But delicate areas are done later for everyone, so in order,” Hiroyo says.

“…Got it,” Rio replies.

(What am I saying…? To a senior I’ve only met a few times, like this… I’m using Aoi as an excuse, but isn’t this too much…?)

Doubts grew within Rio.

Desperate to stay close to her only friend, Aoi, she was allowing this.

But now, the desire to be touched was stronger.

After finishing her stomach and legs, the moment arrived.

“I’ll ask again. Are you sure?” Hiroyo says.

“…I said already. I have to be with Aoi! So… Look, I made it easier to touch… right?” Rio replies.

Sitting up halfway, teary-eyed, Rio unhooked her bra herself.

Her beautiful cherry-colored breast was revealed.

“Kozuka-san…” Hiroyo says.

“Do it. I won’t lose… Absolutely…” Rio insists.

Her face flushed, and her breathing was uneven.

Her breast’s peaks had hardened from the teasing.

“Should I do it from behind, or while you’re lying down?” Hiroyo asks.

“F-From behind, please…” Rio replies.

(I can’t face him anymore… It has to be from behind…)

She could no longer meet Hiroyo’s eyes.

Though she had glared sharply before, only her tone resisted now.

As Hiroyo enveloped her from behind, wrapping his arms around her, Rio instinctively grabbed his arms, waiting for the breast treatment to begin.

“Here we go—” Hiroyo says.

“Ahn!?”

The moment he touched, Rio couldn’t hold back.

As Hiroyo’s fingers brushed her breast’s peaks, her suppressed voice spilled out from the overwhelming pleasure.

It wasn’t kneading; it was that kind of treatment.

But as he rhythmically stroked the same spot, his fingers repeatedly grazed her peaks.

Hiroyo knew exactly how sensitive they had become.

The strength of Rio’s grip on his arms was proof.

“Ah… Ahn… No… T-This isn’t… I’m not… Feeling good… Ahn!?” Rio exclaims.

The delayed pleasure surged, wave after wave, unrelenting.

Rio arched her head back, feeling Hiroyo’s breath and body heat against her back. She had fully surrendered her body.

(No, no… I have to suppress my voice… I’m not feeling good, not feeling good… This isn’t—)

“Ah… Ah… Nn… It feels…” Rio murmurs.

“Are you okay? Should I stop?” Hiroyo asks.

“Don’t… Stop! Keep… Going…” Rio replies.

“Got it,” Hiroyo says.

Her D-cup breast lifted and swayed with each stroke.

Looking down, she could clearly see her breast being handled.

(This isn’t good… Not good… I’m not like Aoi… I won’t make those sounds… Wait, I want to be like Aoi, right? So, I don’t need to hold back…?)

It dawned on her now.

Rio wanted to be with Aoi, connected in heart.

But hating Hiroyo and reluctantly offering her body was the opposite of Aoi.

“But… Even so…” Rio murmurs.

(If I say it feels good… No, no… I have to endure, even if it feels this good—)

Her body, however, wouldn’t obey.

No one had ever resisted this skill, always reaching climax.

No matter how much Rio resisted mentally, the moment arrived.

“Uuuuuhhh!?”

A jolt of pleasure surged through her, and she screamed loudly.

Her head fell back onto Hiroyo’s shoulder, her body trembling violently.

As she convulsed and stilled, Rio let out faint, lingering moans.

“Ah… Ah…”

Reaching climax from a man’s touch for the first time, she could think of nothing else.

Why this was happening no longer mattered.

So, she didn’t think about the next wave of pleasure.

“There are still parts left… Continue?” Hiroyo asks.

Nod.

Unable to respond verbally, Rio nodded slightly.

Hiroyo placed her head on the pillow and slowly removed her remaining underwear.

The fabric was soaked with viscous, transparent liquid, showing how much she had felt.

“Aaaah… Embarrassing… So embarrassing…” Rio exclaims.

Covering her face with both hands, Rio’s face was redder than ever.

Not just her breast, but her most private lower body was seen by a man she disliked.

It was the ultimate shame and humiliation.

He confirmed once more.

“Kozuka-san, you’re sure?” Hiroyo asks.

Nod, nod.

Seeing her nod, Hiroyo touched her thighs and spread them wide.

(No… This is wrong… Why am I in this position…? He’s seeing me… A man is seeing my soaking wet…!)

Hiroyo leaned closer and placed his right hand.

“Here I go—” Hiroyo says.

The moment his hand and fingers slid over her wet lower body, it happened.

“Aaaaahhh!! This is too much!!” Rio screams.

The overwhelming pleasure left her no choice but to scream.

Her scream echoed through the room, her mind filled only with pleasure.

“Please forgive me! Please forgive me! It feels so good!! I can’t lose!!” Rio cries.

“Stop?” Hiroyo asks.

“Don’t stop! Keep going! With Aoi!” Rio replies.

The lewd sound of Hiroyo’s hand against her lower body resonated.

The overflowing liquid intensified the pleasure, assaulting Rio.

It was too much; she felt she might lose consciousness.

“I’m sorry!!!” Rio cries.

Apologizing for some reason, she climaxed repeatedly, spraying transparent liquid from her lower body while tears flew.

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After Rio collapsed onto the bed, unconscious—

Hiroyo gently turned her body face-up, carefully finished the back treatment, and finally took a breath.

Only the faint sound of the air conditioning filled the silent room.

About ten minutes later.

“…Nn… U…”

As Rio showed signs of slowly regaining consciousness—

Click.

Suddenly, the sound of the doorknob turning echoed, and the door opened.

A figure approached the bed from beyond the open door.

The moment Rio saw them, her expression twitched.

It was someone she knew well.