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Chapter 122: How many girlfriends did you have before me?

Natsume Yuikawa continued to knead slowly, while Tachibana Miyuki, who had been silent the whole time, felt confused inside.

His brows were slightly furrowed due to nervousness, and the originally fair skin on his cheeks was tinged with red, and the hot feeling on his cheeks almost didn't belong to him anymore.

Tachibana Miyuki clenched her fists tightly, her fingertips digging deep into her palms. Her consciousness became a little clearer due to the pain, and she asked herself.

So, it's just a normal massage, right?
The main effects of massage are to relax muscles, promote blood circulation and eliminate fatigue. Isn't what Natsume Yuikawa is doing achieving the same effect?

Yes, this is an absolutely serious massage, and those who have wrong thoughts should reflect on their mistakes.

Tachibana Miyuki pursed her rosy lips and continued to deceive herself.

Just like that, under the gentle force of Natsume Yuikawa, Tachibana Miyuki's consciousness quickly became hazy again. At this time, she had no intention of resisting the former's arbitrary actions.

So much so that over time, after seeing that Natsume Yuikawa's hands were still confined to that area, he felt that it was a bit too bland and was expecting him to make more radical moves.

"Natsume, how long will this massage take?"

Tachibana Miyuki's beautiful peach blossom eyes became moist, and she asked with a blushing face.

Natsume Weichuan paused for a moment, and it was at this moment that he realized that his palms were sweating. He withdrew his hand and took out his cell phone from his pocket, checked the time, and said:

"Normally it will be fine in a while, but Sister Tachibana is still tired from working so hard. I want to give her a more comprehensive massage, which may take more time. What do you think, Sister Tachibana?"

"Um"

Tachibana Miyuki responded without noticing, and then suddenly asked as if she had thought of something, "By the way, isn't this inconvenient?"

Natsume Yuikawa paused for a moment, and after reacting, he felt that there seemed to be a deeper meaning in Tachibana Miyuki's words, so he nodded slowly and said, "Yes, a little."

"That"

Tachibana Miyuki slowly uttered a word. She did not turn around to look at Natsume Yuikawa's face, but slowly raised her hand, grabbed the sleeve of her shirt near her shoulder, and gently pulled it down.

The fabric was originally a very soft material, and with this tug, the wide-collared shirt immediately slipped down, revealing shoulders that were as straight as a ruler and as smooth as snow.

At this moment, an idiom suddenly emerged in Natsume Weichuan's mind.

The old shoulder is extremely slippery.

At this moment, Natsume Yuikawa completely understood Tachibana Miyuki's intentions, so he followed suit and helped her other shoulder breathe in the outside air.

This makes it easier to move around, and most importantly, the heat dissipation area becomes larger, so the feel will not be reduced due to sweat.

But Natsume Weichuan was not satisfied with this. He glanced at the black belt exposed under the beige top and pulled it down a little.

In an instant, the smooth white skin occupied Natsume Weichuan's entire vision.

After staring for a while, Tachibana Miyuki's snow-white neck began to turn pink. She turned her head slightly to look behind her and whispered, "Natsume, it's better not to keep staring like this." "I'm observing the meridians and acupuncture points, that's all."

Natsume Weichuan slowly reached over.
Before it started, no one expected it to develop like this. Tachibana Miyuki quickly collapsed, leaning all her weight on the chair.

After an unknown amount of time, Tachibana Miyuki's eyes regained some clarity. She grabbed Natsume Yuikawa's wrist and pulled it towards her.

Although the force was not great, Natsume Yuikawa moved closer. The pigtail made of Tachibana Miyuki's smooth hair usually looked quite nice, but now it became the last obstacle between the two of them. It stuck to their skin and felt itchy and annoying.

So, Natsume Weichuan moved it aside without hesitation, and then set his sights on Tachibana Miyuki's moist lips again.

"Well"

No words could be uttered, only slight nasal sounds echoed in the warehouse.

After a long time, Tachibana Miyuki pulled up her collar again, and moved the pigtails that were wrapped around her back to the front.

She raised her head, revealing a blushing face. Her peach blossom eyes, which were already beautiful to begin with, became even more charming after going through all the things that had happened. Just looking at her, she was as alluring as a fairy.

Natsume Yuikawa had already expended a lot of energy during the massage just now, and was now panting.

It was not easy for him to escape from those beautiful eyes, he held her slender waist, sniffed her snow-white neck, and felt the intoxicating fragrance. Natsume Weichuan said, "Tachibana sister, you smell so good."

"Don't talk nonsense, you bad boy. It's just the smell of shower gel."

Tachibana Miyuki took a deep breath, moved her body as if trying to break free, but finally found a more comfortable position and said angrily.

"Really?" Natsume Weichuan looked at her still blushing face and a meaningful smile appeared on his face.

"What else could it be?"

Tachibana Miyuki gently tapped Natsume Yuikawa's leg, glared at him as if she remembered something, and asked, "I wanted to ask you last time, how come your skills are so proficient?"

"Tell me the truth, how many girlfriends have you had before this?"

"This"

Natsume Weichuan was in a dilemma. After hesitating for a while, he said, "If I say no, will Sister Tachibana believe it?"

Strictly speaking, this is not a lie. His skills were acquired through repeated practice with Mochizuki Maya, but at that time, the two had just met.

Miyuki Tachibana's long eyelashes fluttered twice, and a bright color flashed in her eyes, but she quickly concealed it.

"I don't believe you. A boy as outstanding as Natsume must have won the hearts of countless girls."

Tachibana Miyuki smiled, her face as rosy as a peach. She gently raised her white jade fingers, stopped in front of Natsume Yuikawa, and gently drew circles, and continued:
"But what can an old lady like me expect? What do you think, Natsume? When you touched it just now, did you feel that the skin was not as tight as that of young people? Usually you will compare it secretly in your heart, right?"

(End of this chapter)