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

Section 185

Guānzìzài Bodhisattva... Form is emptiness, emptiness is form... Neither arising nor ceasing, neither defiled nor pure, neither increasing nor decreasing.

When Makoto Asano opened his eyes again, only clarity remained.

There was none of that worldly desire.

With a heart as devout as worshiping Buddha, he stretched out his hands and gently placed his palms on Yuka Konno's left thigh, the warmth of his palms instantly merging with her body temperature.

He could feel that the moment his palm touched her, Yuka Konno's legs tensed up subconsciously.

She was a little nervous.

The last time she showed such a reaction was when Makoto Asano started massaging her lower back.

It seemed her legs were also a weak point.

However, Makoto Asano didn't act up this time, nor did he try to challenge Yuka Konno's bottom line.

Moreover, in order not to cause unnecessary trouble, he didn't directly touch the root of her thigh above the stocking line, but started from the stocking line, kneading non-stop through the stockings while slowly moving his hands downward.

His experience was correct. Yuka Konno was wearing 80D stockings today. Stockings of this thickness were slightly thicker and not as smooth as ultra-thin stockings, but the feel was very soft and comfortable.

In Makoto Asano's opinion, transparent thin silk was very sexy, and he liked it very much, but he also liked this kind of opaque dark stockings.

This was not lechery, but tolerance for beautiful things.

After all, beauty was not all the same.

For example, Makoto Asano could accept black, white, flesh-colored, gray, coffee-colored, gradient-colored, all kinds of colors, and all kinds of thicknesses of stockings.

As long as the girl wearing the stockings had a good figure and her legs looked good...

Okay, this was just being lecherous.

But as a senior yellow-haired pervert, wasn't it okay for Brother Makoto to be a little lecherous?

What was wrong with liking long legs?

Yuka Konno's thighs felt very good, not only did they look round and full, but they also felt the same when touched.

Because she exercised regularly, her leg shape was maintained very well, and they felt very firm and tight to the touch. In addition, she was already very tall, which made her legs look even more slender and straight.

Although not as soft as Eriko Miyajima, nor as thin as Yuna Kamino, that tight, fleshy feeling was a different kind of charm.

Makoto Asano liked it very much.

However, what made him feel a little helpless was that the system notification sound for completing the mission in his mind had not sounded.

It must have been more than a minute since he started massaging her legs, after all, he was almost massaging her knees.

Was it really not possible through stockings?

Realizing this, Makoto Asano felt a little distressed.

Because if he wanted to complete the mission, he only had two choices.

One was to use the excuse that it was not easy to massage through the stockings and ask Yuka Konno to take off her stockings.

But this excuse was not easy to use, after all, he had massaged her through her shirt before, and he hadn't said anything about it being difficult to massage.

And the other choice was to touch the root of Yuka Konno's thigh that was not covered by stockings.

This was also the reason why he felt a little distressed.

After all, that position, which was called the "absolute territory" in some comics, was too ambiguous, and even a little further up was paradise.

From the moment Makoto Asano started massaging her thighs, the frequency of Yuka Konno's legs rubbing together had reached its peak.

Although she could still use her brain, which had already turned into a pile of mush from pleasure, to barely resist making strange noises, her body had already exposed everything.

Her legs were unexpectedly sensitive.

Just touching them through thick stockings would cause such a reaction. Makoto Asano didn't dare to imagine what she would become if he touched the root of her thigh without stockings.

Makoto Asano was very cautious. Before his relationship with Yuka Konno reached a certain level, he didn't want to do anything that would arouse her suspicion.

Today, he already had the precedent of the restless Little Makoto, and he didn't want to create a second problem.

After all, Yuka Konno was not stupid, and he might not be able to fool her as successfully as before.

So in the end, he came up with a barely feasible solution.

But before implementing the plan, he still massaged Yuka Konno seriously.

In addition to her feet, he helped Yuka Konno relax her legs from beginning to end, relieving the fatigue that had accumulated on her legs for a long time.

As for why he didn't help massage her feet...

Although as a leg fetishist, Makoto Asano was also a foot fetishist who liked jade feet very much, after all, the feet were also a very sensitive area like the root of the thighs. He would not risk touching them until he had a definite grasp.

So let's wait until next time.

After using his experience to confirm that Yuka Konno's legs had been relaxed and no longer needed to be massaged, Makoto Asano prepared to implement his plan.

Chapter 250: Yuka Konno's Demise (3k)

Makoto Asano's plan was very simple.

After the massage was completed, he did not move his right hand away, but still gently kneaded Yuka Konno's legs, while pretending to change positions constantly, as if he was really massaging seriously.

But in reality, his mind was completely focused on his left hand and Yuka Konno's reaction.

He gently covered his left hand on the area slightly below the stocking line, and then moved it upward little by little with extreme slowness.

Finally, his left hand crossed the lace-decorated stocking line and came to the root of Yuka Konno's thigh.

While secretly doing bad things, Makoto Asano was also nervously staring at the back of Yuka Konno's head.

Fortunately, even though he secretly moved his hand to the root of her thigh, Yuka Konno only subconsciously tensed her legs, but there was no other special reaction.

Makoto Asano couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Yuka Konno didn't seem to notice.

Or she had actually noticed, but for some reason, she didn't stop Makoto Asano's perverted behavior.

In fact, Yuka Konno did notice.

After all, the feeling of touching through stockings and touching directly was completely different, so she noticed the movement of Makoto Asano's left hand immediately.

However, she, whose brain was not clear at the moment, didn't notice that there was anything wrong with this.

Touching the root of the thigh during massage, wasn't this a normal thing?

Let's not mention whether this was normal or not.

In short, because Makoto Asano's previous massage had indeed brought unexpected effects, and she trusted him more, Yuka Konno, who was not very knowledgeable about massage, did think so.

In the end, she still didn't express her opinion, nor did she stop Makoto Asano from continuing to put his hand on the root of her thigh, bringing a wave of heat.

However, what made her feel a little confused was.

Why did Asano-kun just put his hand there, but didn't move at all?

Could it be that just putting his hand like this was also considered massage?

This was the only question in Yuka Konno's mind.

In this way, perhaps if Makoto Asano didn't think so much and just massaged as usual, the effect would be even better.

But anyway, there was no big problem now.

After confirming that there was no problem, Makoto Asano also began to have the leisure to carefully experience the feeling in his hand.

To be honest, if his eyes weren't watching his left palm stick there, he would even suspect that he hadn't touched the root of her thigh, but was still on the stockings.

That feel was so smooth, even more delicate than the feel of the thick stockings felt by his right hand.

In addition to being delicate and smooth, Makoto Asano's biggest feeling was: hot.

Without the obstruction of thick stockings, Yuka Konno's body temperature was completely transmitted to his left hand.

That temperature was shockingly hot, even making him suspect that she had a fever.

However, he quickly understood the reason, after all, he was no longer a virgin, and he had observed the bodies of Eriko Miyajima and Yuna Kamino a lot.

So he knew that the closer a woman's thigh was to the core position, the higher the temperature.

Just as Makoto Asano was carefully experiencing the beauty in his hand, while constantly marveling at the perfection of these legs, he suddenly heard the system notification sound of [Mission completed, reward issued] in his mind.

One minute was up.

Makoto Asano couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

However, although the mission had been completed and the massage had long been over, he still didn't take his left hand back.

Since Yuka Konno had no objection to this, then he might as well touch it a little longer, it wouldn't hurt to touch it for nothing.

In addition to his left hand, Makoto Asano's right hand was not at all well-behaved.

This time, his right hand did not use the massage technique to touch, but completely obeyed the desire in his heart, with a somewhat infatuated expression, reluctantly stroking this pair of perfect long legs with a delicate and smooth feel from top to bottom.

He had helped with the massage for so long, it wouldn't be too much to collect a little interest, right?

As a senior old pervert, Makoto Asano never felt that liking beautiful legs was a shameful thing.

Although not all beauties have a pair of beautiful legs, it was a coincidence that although their body types were different, each of his capture targets had a pair of good-looking legs.

Sometimes Makoto Asano even suspected that the system chose capture targets not based on whether they could be NTR'd, but simply based on legs.

But no matter what the selection criteria were, it didn't matter, anyway, it all benefited him in the end.

But he still needed to state one thing.

He was an old pervert, but he was not a pervert!

Or rather, not that perverted.

At least not that obviously perverted.

In his opinion, liking beautiful legs and wanting to touch them were all very normal hobbies.

After all, nine out of ten men like stockings and beautiful legs, wouldn't these nine people all be perverts?

Just like what he said just now, what was wrong with liking long legs?

And men, sometimes they just have a little impulse.