Madam, believe me, how can I be a minotaur?

Section 184

She was ticklish.

But the worst thing she could do was reveal her weakness.

Because her relationship with Makoto Asano wasn't one of goddess and simp, but more like good buddies, or rather, Makoto Asano was the type of boyfriend who liked to be a bit of a masochist.

He nodded with an understanding tone, saying, "Oh~ something lighter, is it, customer?"

And then.

The massage, which would have only made Yuuka Konno slightly ticklish, turned into a deliberate tickle attack.

"Ahahaha~~~ Gu~~ Stop... tickling~ Ugh~~ Hahaha~~~ It's so ticklish..."

"Idiot... idiot, stop it, ahahahaha, stop!"

Makoto Asano only teased her for a little while before stopping.

How should I put it? It wasn't that he didn't want to continue, but the sound of Yuuka Konno laughing and panting was just too tempting.

He was afraid that if he continued, little Makoto would not be able to handle it.

"I told you not to mess around, you stu—"

Makoto Asano couldn't see his own face, but Yuuka Konno, who sat up and turned around to give him "trouble", could see it, her face flushed.

So, seeing Makoto Asano's constipated expression and his cheeks, slightly red from the rush of blood, her complaint was only half-finished.

Of course, she knew what the reason was.

Her eyes unconsciously glanced at little Makoto, still showing off, and she felt her heart skip a beat.

So big...

No! What am I thinking?!

Yuuka Konno's face was completely red, perhaps because she saw the towering little Makoto, or simply because of Makoto Asano's massage that made her body completely hot.

She shook her head, threw these outrageous thoughts out of her mind, then looked at Makoto Asano and hesitantly suggested, "Asano-kun, how about, let's not continue?"

She knew how uncomfortable Makoto Asano was now, and she also knew what was causing Makoto Asano's discomfort.

But Makoto Asano, who hadn't touched enough... cough, hadn't completed his mission, how could he give up this opportunity that was only beneficial and had no harm to him?

He didn't answer Yuuka Konno's question, but said very firmly, "Lie back down, the massage isn't over yet."

His tone was unquestionable, and he looked incredibly professional, which made Yuuka Konno, who was seeing him like this for the first time, hesitate.

So he immediately seized the opportunity and said, "Feel it yourself, aren't your shoulders and back much more comfortable?"

Hearing this, Yuuka Konno carefully felt it and found that her shoulders and back were really not as stiff as before, and even her waist, which had only been massaged for a while, didn't seem so sore.

The technique was not serious, but the accompanying effect was really good.

In contrast, her legs, which had been standing for days without being massaged, were very obviously sore.

The changes in her body made Yuuka Konno temporarily forget the embarrassment just now, and also made her have to believe that Makoto Asano really knew how to massage.

At this time, Makoto Asano opened his mouth again and said, "I didn't say anything wrong, did I? Okay, I haven't massaged your legs yet, hurry up and lie back down, don't you want to get better?"

He was urging Yuuka Konno, and also giving her a way out.

Yuuka Konno very obediently lay back down.

After she lay down, before she could prepare herself, Makoto Asano immediately started massaging her waist.

"Mmm~~"

The sudden attack made Yuuka Konno inevitably hum softly again, and then, shyly, she immediately pressed her face back into the pillow.

Makoto Asano found it funny, but didn't say much, and didn't act strange again, but started working seriously.

After all, there were quite a few changes at the moment, so he planned to complete the task first.

After working hard for a while, the experience brought by the massage gloves told him that the waist had been massaged, and it was time for the next step.

But looking down, Makoto Asano hesitated slightly.

Below the waist were two full and round honey peaches.

Looking at Yuuka Konno's upturned buttocks, Makoto Asano suddenly had the idea of touching them, or slapping them hard.

Fortunately, reason finally prevailed over desire, and he forcibly suppressed the outrageous idea in his heart that would likely lead to a break between the two, bypassed the conspicuous honey peaches, and came to the key part to complete this task.

But before that, there was still a very big obstacle.

The length of the dress that Yuuka Konno wore today reached her knees. If he wanted to massage her thighs, he needed to lift her skirt up in advance.

And the act of lifting a skirt was full of ambiguity and other meanings. If there wasn't a special relationship, this kind of behavior could not be done.

Although the relationship was good now, doing this kind of thing seemed a little too much.

Well, she should be able to understand... right?

Makoto Asano thought for a while, carefully considered his words, and said, "Konno-san, I'm going to massage your legs now. Please lift your skirt up a little, not too much, just to the root of your thighs."

Yuuka Konno probably wouldn't agree to this request.

Of course, she believed in Makoto Asano's character and knew that he wouldn't do anything out of line to her.

So, refusing this request wasn't because she suspected that Makoto Asano's request had ulterior motives, but simply because she was wearing stockings that reached the root of her thighs under her skirt today, instead of pantyhose.

If she lifted her skirt up, even if it was only to the root of her thighs as Makoto Asano said, there was a high probability that she would still reveal some beautiful scenery that shouldn't be seen by outsiders.

So Yuuka Konno shouldn't agree.

If she was still rational.

Unfortunately, she wasn't clear-headed now.

Makoto Asano's improper massage technique made her body hot, and even her brain seemed to have a fever, and the sense of release brought by relieving stress made her unable to maintain even the most basic sanity.

In addition, she herself made a small mistake.

Covering her face with a pillow to avoid making a sound was a good idea, but because of this, she couldn't breathe smoothly.

It was natural for the brain to become slow when it didn't have enough oxygen supply.

So, feeling dizzy, Yuuka Konno, after hearing Makoto Asano's words, didn't even have a trace of suspicion, and directly followed the instinct of "I'll do whatever he says", reached back with her right hand and grabbed her skirt.

Looking at the woolen skirt that was slowly being lifted up, Makoto Asano was stunned. He originally thought that if he was rejected, he would simply massage her thighs through the skirt, and then touch her calves to complete the task.

He didn't expect that Yuuka Konno would be so straightforward, and even without answering him, she directly lifted her skirt.

But now he didn't have time to think about these things.

Because as the skirt continued to lift up, the spring scenery that had been hidden under the skirt was slowly revealed.

Finally, the hem of the skirt stopped a little above the root of her thighs.

Makoto Asano saw it, the long and round thighs that were almost in a straight line with her calves, neither thin nor fleshy.

And, the white root of her thighs tightly wrapped by the gray stockings with lace trim.

In order to prevent the stockings from sliding down her legs, the sock openings were usually designed to be tighter.

At this moment, Yuuka Konno's thighs were slightly dented, creating a very attractive arc.

Makoto Asano swallowed subconsciously, his eyes paused here for a moment, and then continued to look up.

Above the tight sock opening, he saw a small mole, and next to that mole, was a corner of black lace panties that was revealed under the skirt.

As the last line of defense, it stubbornly guarded the hazy beauty that made people yearn for under the light.

But, it couldn't defend anymore.

A certain bastard's improper massage technique, while helping its owner release stress and making her feel comfortable, also allowed its most loyal line of defense to be disintegrated from the inside by its owner.

Just some seemingly harmless drops of water made its originally impregnable defense no longer as solid as it used to be.

So, Makoto Asano saw it.

In that charming black color that was slightly transparent from being wet, what was slightly revealed.

Perhaps enough to be called the most beautiful fleshy pink color in the world.

Chapter 249 Absolute Territory (Bonus 2/64)

The spring scenery revealed after lifting the skirt made Makoto Asano seem to see something, but also seem to see nothing.

For a moment, he felt itchy and scratchy, and even subconsciously moved his head closer, wanting to see more clearly.

But then he suddenly reacted, feeling that his behavior seemed a bit perverted, so he hurriedly raised his head again.

Fortunately, Yuuka Konno was still covering her face with the pillow, and didn't have eyes on the back of her head, so she didn't notice his perverted behavior.

But Makoto Asano didn't care about this at all.

At this moment, he only felt extremely uncomfortable, his heart was restless and helpless.

Clearly he was already about to explode, but now there was suddenly such a stunner who began to seduce him unconsciously in front of him, and he couldn't eat it for a while, which was too desperate.

Feeling the dissatisfaction conveyed from little Makoto, Makoto Asano couldn't help but feel bitter all over his face.

For a moment, he even thought about whether to let Lilith come out and cast a hypnosis spell, so that he could vent his lust on Yuuka Konno as he pleased.

But in the end, he took a few deep breaths and calmed down.

He glanced at the spring scenery one last time, then swallowed and forced himself to look away.

Then he reached out and pulled the hem of the skirt that had been pulled to the top by Yuuka Konno back a little, covering the most seductive scenery.

Makoto Asano was a scumbag, that was true, but he wouldn't do things that violated women's wishes.

As for what happened when he first met Yuna Kanno, it could only be said that it was an accident caused by many factors.

If it wasn't for little Yuna almost causing him to be socially dead, igniting his anger, and the system also giving him a task, he wouldn't have done that kind of thing.

Makoto Asano closed his eyes, took a few deep breaths, and recited the Qing Xin Mantra several times in his heart at a rapid pace.