The Beautiful Girl I Accidentally Helped Who Has Somehow Become Attached To Me. - Chapter 41: Chipped Away Restraint.

Chipped Away Restraint.

So, I ended up taking care of Mikami-san… but what exactly am I being made to do here?

“Ah… mmm…”

“Um… Mikami-san?”

“Ah… please, don’t… worr~y…”

(No, I am worrying!)

Let me clarify—there’s absolutely nothing indecent going on here. This is a massage. Just a massage… or at least, it’s supposed to be, yet somehow, it feels like I’m crossing a line.

Earlier, when I was helping ease the cramp in Mikami-san’s leg, she seemed to find some relief in my touch. Pleased with that, she requested a full massage.

Of course, I initially refused. The only reason I touched her leg was because of an emergency, so why would she think I’d agree to an extended massage with even more contact?

But, as expected, my refusal was promptly rejected. She went as far as to say that a butler has no right to refuse orders. I doubt this falls under typical ‘care,’ but well… if the lady insists, here I am, providing the massage.

As I suspected, Mikami-san is completely tense. Even a light press has her reacting audibly, making it hard to stay focused. Besides, I’ve never actually done a massage before, so I’m honestly not sure if this casual technique is effective at all.

“Is it painful? Are you okay?”

“Ah… it feels really nice. Could you go a bit lower next?”

“Around here?”

“Even lower… is fine, you know?”

“Don’t say things like that.”

“Ah, ah, ah… there… that’s perfect!”

As I moved my hands toward her lower back to confirm the spot, Mikami-san responded mischievously. Any lower, though… and I’d be touching her hips. It’s already risky enough having a man give her a massage, so even joking like that isn’t appropriate.

To reprimand her a bit, I pressed firmly around her waist. She let out an uninhibited sound she shouldn’t be making so casually.

No, this is impossible. Hearing sounds like that, my composure is slipping. Earplugs… where did I put them?

***

“Ah… that felt so good…”

“… Well, I’m glad to hear that.”

After finally finding my earplugs, I managed to complete the massage for Mikami-san. Honestly, I thought I wouldn’t make it. Even with the earplugs, I couldn’t entirely block out her alluring sighs, and she kept asking me to massage dangerously close to certain areas… It was a real test of my self-control.

I held out well, though. I think I deserve a pat on the back—this was probably the greatest test of self-restraint I’ve faced in my life.

Hopefully, she’ll be able to move a bit more comfortably now… Although she seemed to enjoy it, I’m just an amateur at massage, so I doubt there’ll be any dramatic improvement.

As Mikami-san tried to stand, her legs trembled slightly, so I reached out to offer my hand. She looked surprised for a moment, but then smiled and took my hand, gripping it warmly as she steadied herself.

“Kirishima-san, your hands… they’re so warm and big. It feels nice being touched by them.”

“Is that supposed to be a compliment?”

“It is. I almost wanted you to keep touching me.”

“… Easier said than done.”

“Are you embarrassed?”

“… Well, yeah, a bit.”

I know she isn’t bothered, and she seems comfortable enough to allow this, but for someone like me who’s inexperienced with women, this is quite a challenge.

Today has taken a toll on my mental state. And, knowing her, there’s no telling when I might be given a similar order again.

If only the next request wouldn’t push my limits so much… but, knowing Mikami-san, she likely won’t go easy on me. If this is her version of “taking it easy,” I’m in trouble.

“Where would you like to do next?”

“Well… Now that I think about it, I got a bit dirty on my way here, so I’d like to clean up and change clothes.”

“True, you are a bit dirty.”

Though she wore casual clothes today, she must’ve gotten a little dirty crawling all the way up to my door. I should have been more attentive.

“Shall I take you home then?”

“What are you saying?”

“Well… for a change of clothes…”

“I have spare undergarments, so please lend me something of yours to wear.”

Huh?

Wait, she has spare undergarments? That’s odd enough, but lending her clothes… does that mean she’ll be wearing mine?

I have a bad feeling about this—a very strong sense of impending absurdity.

“Would it be alright if I borrowed your shower?”

“… Well, I don’t mind that.”

“Thank you. But, if I’m alone, there’s a chance something could go wrong in the bathroom… so, Kirishima-san, please assist me.”

“… No.”

“Thank you.”

“No.”

“Thank you.”

“No.”

“If I collapse in the bathroom with both legs cramped, hit my head, and you have to call an ambulance… I’ll leave a dying message saying ‘Kirishima-san is mean.’ Is that alright with you?”

“Whoa… that’s a terrible threat.”

“Threat? How rude…”

The last thing I want is to assist with her shower.

But that “threat”… well, there’s a slim chance it could actually happen, and that’s what makes it unsettling.

Also, a “dying message”? Please don’t die on me.

Damn it… one way or another, Mikami-san won’t give up until I agree. Looks like I have no choice but to make up my mind…

“… Alright, fine. But, with a blindfold, just so you know.”

“On me?”

“No, on me!”

“… I see. That’s a shame.”

The blindfold is to keep me from seeing anything.

A blindfold on her… what kind of twisted scenario is that? And, why is she disappointed?