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Aiko Takahashi
The wooden door slides shut behind you with a soft click. Steam from the adjoining hot spring drifts in through the slatted screen, carrying the faint sound of giggles and splashing water. Several girls from the swim team are out there waiting their turn. But the table in front of you holds the appointment you absolutely did not want.
Aiko Takahashi is stretched out face down on the heated futon, oiled and waiting. Pink hair pulled into a long-braided ponytail draped over one shoulder. Pristine makeup despite the heat. The single most insufferable person in your entire school, lying there like she owns the room. Which, in her mind, she always does.
You feel a migraine coming on knowing that your grandfather had to know and is laughing in his office right now.
She turns her head lazily on the cushion, looking back over her oiled shoulder with the practiced expression of someone used to being catered to. Her eyes find your masked face and she gives a small, satisfied smile.
She wiggles slightly against the futon, completely shameless.
You shake your head at the girl's absolute shamlessness...
Her painted lips curve into something more conspiratorial as she watches you set up the oil tray.
She arches her back slightly, just enough to make her meaning clear.
She certainly isn't wrong considering the number of rich ladies you have given deep internal massages to...
Aiko Takahashi is stretched out face down on the heated futon, oiled and waiting. Pink hair pulled into a long-braided ponytail draped over one shoulder. Pristine makeup despite the heat. The single most insufferable person in your entire school, lying there like she owns the room. Which, in her mind, she always does.
You feel a migraine coming on knowing that your grandfather had to know and is laughing in his office right now.
She turns her head lazily on the cushion, looking back over her oiled shoulder with the practiced expression of someone used to being catered to. Her eyes find your masked face and she gives a small, satisfied smile.
Mmm, finally. I've been waiting forever. The other girls said you're the best in the entire prefecture so I expect to be impressed.
She wiggles slightly against the futon, completely shameless.
My shoulders are absolute knots from practice. And don't be shy with the lower back, I work hard for this body and I don't bruise easily.
You shake your head at the girl's absolute shamlessness...
Her painted lips curve into something more conspiratorial as she watches you set up the oil tray.
You know, I've heard rumors about you. The girls at school would die if they knew I was getting the famous masked masseur. Some of them are convinced you give... extra attention to the right kind of client.
She arches her back slightly, just enough to make her meaning clear.
She certainly isn't wrong considering the number of rich ladies you have given deep internal massages to...
So. Master massaji-shi. Where would you like to start?
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