Makoto Ogasawara and I sat on the couch in the warehouse as usual after school on the day when I signed with Makoto Ogasawara and Makoto Ogasawara sitting next to me.

However, Makoto Ogasawara is not in uniform, he is in swimsuit.

He wraps his long dark hair around his back and ties it up so that it doesn't get in the way. What you're wearing is a blue school swimsuit. Since there are no swimming classes in high school, was it something I used in middle school? When that happens, Makoto Ogasawara doesn't have any other swimsuits. Or I have one, but I may have dared to use it as a school swimsuit because of the high exposure.

That swimsuit, which did not fit the size of the body, had eaten into white skin. And a full breast of self-assertiveness.

School swimsuits look good on the child-faced Makoto Ogasawara, but by the time his luscious, fleshy body was unusual, he had developed pornography.

Let's get started.

That's what I learned when I stood up, and Makoto Ogasawara stood up.

You're pretty embarrassed, you don't have any eyes on me, you're silent. And the white skin is as light peachy as a cherry blossom petal.

Beds installed in corners in the warehouse. I don't use beds in condos. It's me, but I keep a king-size bed here. But since I usually sit on the couch just because I keep it, I've hardly ever used it.

Before Makoto Ogasawara came here, I was already ready.

Vinyl sheet laid on the bed. Use lotion for massage to prevent the bed from getting dirty. I don't mind getting dirty because I don't use the bed, but Makoto Ogasawara will be lying in this bed every day from now on. Specifications for that.

"Well, can you sleep on your depression?

When you arrive in front of the bed, ask Makoto Ogasawara standing behind me.

Makoto Ogasawara, who nodded, fell asleep in bed looking at me on the side as he approached the bed in such a fearful manner.

"It may be uncomfortable at first, but I think it makes you feel better when you get used to it. I mean, yes, it's in the book..."

Open the book with one hand and talk to Makoto Ogasawara as he pretends he is dropping his gaze on the book.

"Haha, yes, I get it"

Makoto Ogasawara nods with a smile when he says he will be indulged in that by a man from now on.

"What's wrong with you?

Moving his gaze from the book to Makoto Ogasawara, he asks back like a punch.

"No, because it looks really serious"

In response to Makoto Ogasawara, who laughed and said so, I turned my gaze away with a musty look, and as illuminated.

"Don't tell anyone. I've never told anyone about dreams or goals before."

That's true. But my dreams and goals are not masseuses. The immediate goal is to play with the prey in front of you.

"Hehe, yes, I won't tell anyone."

Makoto Ogasawara's attitude as if the offense had changed. It seems to be a lie that I was so cornered yesterday. That's all I'm saying is that I'm relieved, and I guess I'm relieving myself of my guard.

She's a really stupid woman. And how easy it is to handle.

"Hih, huh? Oh, what is this?

When I mocked Makoto Ogasawara on the inside, and draped the luxury lotion for sex into Makoto Ogasawara's ass, Makoto Ogasawara twisted his neck and looked at me, wondering how he felt.

"Listen to people. I told you I might be offended. It's aromatic oil for massages."

"Oh, oh, I see."

Are you relieved to hear of aromatic oil, Makoto Ogasawara returning to his original position in a hospitable manner.

This is not a cheap substitute for aromatic oil. Just to say luxury, excellent viscosity and lubrication, its comfortable to use is a superb word.

Sometimes I've tried it a few times, but it's certainly very comfortable to use.

It's a substitute for many times the value of fine aromatic oil. Let's indulge Makoto Ogasawara.

"Now, if you'll excuse me"

Keeping his head down with only an administrative response, Makoto Ogasawara nodded.

"Yes, thank you"

Sounds slightly nervous. But I firmly accept it. I confirmed that and reached for Makoto Ogasawara.

"Mmm."

When his hands touched his thighs, Makoto Ogasawara raised his voice slightly and shouted his body picturesque.

While confirming that reaction, I gently pressed my hands against my left and right thighs and let them slide slowly.

With his thumb pressured, he headed up, reaching the base of his thigh, where he changed direction downwards and slipped his hand.

Through his thighs, he passed through his calves, and when he reached his calves, he changed direction from there to the top, aiming at the base of his thighs.

Thanks to the lotion I used a lot, the hand that slips never gets caught, and the white skin slips when it's warm.

It feels great. Tight, soft thighs.

I want to devour this slutty flesh quickly. I can admire that impulse.

"What do you say?

And with a serious look on his face, he asked Makoto Ogasawara.

"Yes, the... it's a little ticklish"

Masaru Ogasawara's ears, whining so bosomly, are colored bright red.

I guess I'm driven by shame because I can't afford to think of massage as comfortable, etc. Well, you don't show resistance, so you can do it at first.

I enjoyed the feel of my thighs for a while and went from there to my back. But I don't touch my ass. Getting your ass touched by a man would just as well still be resistant.

This is a stage where you have to rub your body and mind together as this is a massage exercise so as not to alarm Makoto Ogasawara right now. A place to be vigilant as a woman, never touch her ass and breasts. So I rub in being a gentleman at the same time.

He continued massaging his back, arms, neck and last massage on the palm and back of his feet.

Did that make you feel good in the heart, the beginning and end of Makoto Ogasawara even exposes you to innocent sleeping faces?

What is this on the first day? Looks like we can move ahead with the plan faster than expected.

"Hey, wake up, the subject isn't asleep. Though you won't be able to hear your thoughts."

"Hmm?

Shake Makoto Ogasawara's shoulder and speak up. Then Makoto Ogasawara, who raised his face with a missing voice in between, looked around like he was falling asleep and looked up at me.

"Oh, I'm sorry. If it's not too hippy, it's hippy."

Makoto Ogasawara, who lowered his eyebrow butt with regret, apologizes to me in the uncircumcised words of Lu.

"It's not a game. Do you understand your position? If you're willing to hang out properly, you can stop. This isn't gonna be a practice."

To say that you have fallen asleep is tantamount to silently claiming that you have relieved yourself with that much massage. So it's not bad, but I dared blame Makoto Ogasawara for it.

There are two reasons. One is to recognise that Makoto Ogasawara is not getting massages in play, but is only paying the price to keep Sasaki's secret.

The other is to rub into Makoto Ogasawara to say how seriously I do the massage.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I'll be careful from now on. I'm so sorry."

Did you wake up completely from being scolded by me, and when Makoto Ogasawara sits on the spot, he bows his head and apologizes again and again.

While making that luscious and obscene flesh invisible in the lotion.

"That's enough. I have a shower room here, so you should use it. Only water, though."

"Oh, thank you. Oh, and I'm so sorry."

Makoto Ogasawara stepped out of bed, bowing his head again to me as I rubbed my hands off cold with a towel.

"Oh, um..."

The shriveled Makoto Ogasawara's voice echoes from behind me as I walked out onto the couch.

Looking back, Makoto Ogasawara, still looking sorry and lowering his brow butt, rubbed his thighs together as he combined his hands in front of his chest.

"Shit, where's the shower room?

And he threw a natural question at me.

Makoto Ogasawara, who doesn't know the details of this warehouse, has no way of knowing where the shower room is. But I sighed carelessly, staring at Makoto Ogasawara and turning my face in disgust.

You're the one who can take care of him.

"Shh, excuse me..."

Too unscrupulous an attitude. Break your guard against the act of massage, but let them know that my relationship is only superior to mine. Besides, I would love to take a shower, even as Makoto Ogasawara, whose whole body is painted on the lotion. And then we're going to have to get really bad (freshly).

If you get intimate with a bad person and get on with it, you'll be in trouble later. The first is the key.

"Follow me."

"Yes, thank you"

He followed me towards the entrance door of the warehouse and also walked out Makoto Ogasawara.

Has the sun fallen so long, it's already dark around? I spent about two hours on a massage, naturally.

Even if it's dark, it's not as dark as walking because you can see the lights in the school building, or because the lights in the residential area at the end of the forest are blurry and dyeing the sky.

I left the warehouse and went straight to the back of the warehouse. Makoto Ogasawara, who looks wary of his surroundings behind him, follows him with both hands hiding his chest. And with my bare hands.

He's scolded and upset by me, and due to the current situation he's wandering outside in his school swimsuit, he's completely lost track of getting dressed. You're stupid, but you have enough.

The shower room is behind the warehouse. When I say shower room, it's a simple substitute I made.

On the back of the warehouse, a water supply for water (dust) is installed on the ground from which the hose is pulled.

The hose is joined along the way and a handle is attached to its junction. And a shower head on the tip of the hose. It's really just that simple shower.

And the problem is the shower room. The moulded frame made of wood was simply covered with clear vinyl with cloudy. I could make something more splendid if I wanted to, but I dared to make it coarse. Anyway, I made this place for Makoto Ogasawara.

"Here, is it?

Makoto Ogasawara, who looks just as surprised, stares at the shower room next to me.

The clear vinyl I use for the enclosure, albeit transparent, is quite cloudy and can be confirmed if anyone is inside, but what I see would be about the color of the skin and the blurry silhouette.

"You're a rude guy. I didn't build this place for you. It was made by me to take a bath in the heat of summer. If you don't like it, don't use it. angry."

Makoto Ogasawara fell asleep and pretended to be grumpy. I bared my voice like I had an eclampsia and tried to walk away from the scene.

You don't have to take a shower or not. It's just one more piece of fun if you're going to take a bath. To that extent.

"Ma, wait!

From behind me as I was walking out towards the entrance to the warehouse, a noise sounded like a rush.

"Then I didn't fool around! I'm just a little surprised..."

That would surprise you. If you hear there's a shower room and come with it, cloudy is just a coarse substitute covered in clear vinyl of something. And it's outside. If there was a woman showering in a place like this, that would be about as dewy a pervert.

"Oh, um... are people coming here?

And Makoto Ogasawara is about to become a pervert of that exposure habit.

No matter how wet your whole body is in the lotion, trying to shower in a place like this is not decent. But touching my anger must be driving me upset and losing my cool judgment. And by using the shower room, he's probably trying to get me in the mood.

Either way, all I can say is stupid.

"I don't know. People rarely come, but you walked through the woods yesterday, didn't you? Some of them will be using it for shortcuts, and I can't say enough that they'll never come. Just..."

So I said and looked back, and I stared at Makoto Ogasawara.

"It would be in the morning if we were to use the forest's way out. Nobody's bothering to go through such an unpopular place after school where they can afford time. I've never looked into it, so I can't say for sure."

That's what I said and walked out when I looked back in front.

"Besides, if it's this dark, I don't think you'll know when people come"

I decided to make one last push and leave the rest to Makoto Ogasawara's discretion.

Sitting on the couch in the warehouse, twenty minutes passed.

Makoto Ogasawara is definitely in the shower. Because the evidence leaves a package of Makoto Ogasawara in the warehouse. Even if I were to go home without a shower, I would take my stuff home.

But twenty minutes is too late. The shower is cold water. It won't be possible to take a long bath.

Totally fun guy. When you saw where you weren't coming back, you noticed that there were no towels or clothes to wipe your body off or anything like that.

Normally, it's something I'm going to come get dressed for, but maybe I'm panicking.

I can't imagine how angry I would be if she fell asleep during a massage and pissed me off, fooled me into your handmade shower room, touched my scales, and forgot to change further. Maybe he reaches that thought and worries with his head.

"Really, he's like a duck carrying an onion."

I won't deny it's clear and pathetic, and I'll admit it's all the way. But it also comes with silliness and dumbness.

I got up off the couch, and I left the warehouse with the bath towel I had prepared in advance.

When we arrived in front of the shower room, the sound of the water bouncing off the patch. There's no water hoard at my feet. Then I guess the person in the shower room moved.

Clarify your ears, like you pushed him to death, but you hear rough breath. Are you frightened because you feel people's signs?

"Mr. Ogasawara?

When I inquired with a pungent voice, I heard a sound that exhaled loudly to go with it.

"Good, is it Kijima? I was scared to think someone I didn't know was here..."

It's like a heartfelt relief, and then a trembling whisper. Others can hear the slightest sound of water vibrating. Perhaps Makoto Ogasawara is shaking. That will be due in part to fear, but also simply because it is cold.

The season is October. It's a lot colder now. Besides, when the sun went down, it cooled rapidly. So I took a cold bath, so that would be cold.

"You know what, you're not gonna do anything unless I get you ready? You're practicing massage, but you're not a guest. If it's too much work, I'll let you break this contract."

So cold as to say, I put my hand in a gap in the vinyl and offer it a bath towel.

"Ho, I'm so sorry. I have no words to give back. Tomorrow, think for yourself."

"The excuse is fine, I don't want to hear it. If you want to change your mind, show me with your attitude."

"Yes...... I'm so sorry"

Makoto Ogasawara, answering with a trembling nose whether he was about to cry or freeze in the cold, received the bath towel I was giving him.

"Thank you, towel, it's warm..."

And the end of thanking you. Simple and silly enough. And you still have a masochistic habit, the more you blame it, the more you seem to hunt yourself down and care for them.

A while later, Makoto Ogasawara, wrapped around his body with a bath towel, came out of a gap in vinyl.

I guess the swimsuit stays on because I don't have a swimsuit in my hand. Naturally, you just wouldn't be stupid enough to get naked in a place like this.

"You can go home when you get dressed. See you tomorrow, please."

That's what I said and walked out with my back to Makoto Ogasawara. As I looked back and walked out, I made sure that I had a smile on Makoto Ogasawara's face, and I almost accidentally laughed.

"Oh, thank you! Starting tomorrow, I'll do my best!

Makoto Ogasawara, who would have continued to be scolded and depressed by me, seems happy to think he was forgiven by me.

Drop and raise. Makoto Ogasawara is fished to be interesting by it. This minute is going to put me in the final stages in about a month.

A week has passed since then. Makoto Ogasawara comes to the warehouse every day to show his own words in attitude. Moreover, things are clearly different and attitudes are different from before.

"Hello!"

Makoto Ogasawara, who opened the warehouse door and greeted her well, smiled and came inside. And I take my uniform off without my instructions. I'm already wearing a bathing suit in my uniform, but still taking my uniform off fine in front of a man is proof that I've gotten used to it.

I even give a serious massage. Makoto Ogasawara, who has been completely rubbed into it, probably has an emotion of vigilance and so on gone away. Plus, you liked the massage, until you went ahead and fell asleep in bed yourself.

"I've been told lately that I like the luster on my skin. My shoulders used to be stiff and I had trouble, but it also resolved, and my whole body is light."

And I'm even going to say that.

What would Sasaki look like if he found out about the current state of Makoto Ogasawara? Since childhood, someone who has been thinking about it all the way has been flattered by a man who doesn't even know how to see it. Just thinking about it makes me laugh.

Makoto Ogasawara, dressed in a blue school swimsuit as usual, rolls over to lie down on the bed where the vinyl was laid, waiting for my massage to begin.

When I got up off the couch, I grabbed the luxury lotion I always used and headed to bed.

"Mr. Ogasawara, can I have you sleep on your back from today?

"Huh?"

I stood beside the bed and asked Makoto Ogasawara, and Makoto Ogasawara, with his face up, gave me a somewhat alarming bare gesture.

On your back, unlike lying down, you stir shame. No matter how many swimsuits you wear, you'll be able to see your chest and groin. Besides, if you think about where they massage you, it's a bit of an alert thing. It would be a natural reaction.

But don't hesitate to say it's clear here. If you shy away here, you can't get into the next phase forever. And I'm just saying it seems clerical because I'm not reluctant.

"I want to go into lymph gland massage and breast massage today. Lymphatic gland massage improves blood circulation throughout the body and helps relieve stiffness. It also seems that breast massage helps to improve breast milk production and is popular with women just before and after childbirth."

Speaking so in a pale tone, Makoto Ogasawara's expression became even more cloudy.

"And lymph glands and breasts are also sexy bands. Stimulating the sexy bands secretes a lot of female hormones, which also seems to work on beauty. You say a woman in love is gonna be beautiful, right? That's because making love produces a lot of female hormones."

Speak as if you are reading out a sentence that says so, holding a book in one hand and dropping your gaze on its open page. It doesn't actually say that. It's all words I thought about.

"So, but..."

Can't you just admit it, Makoto Ogasawara, who doesn't try to move while depressed.

The words I said are slightly wrapped in oblate, but I end up rubbing my breasts and using them as the base of my thighs to stimulate my female genitals. You won't be able to accept it so easily.

"You know, I know what you're thinking. But, you know, if you're going to do something as obscene as you think you are, you've said so many times from the beginning. This one's serious, but his head is filthy enough to get to those ideas."

"Ugh."

Makoto Ogasawara, who groaned like he had been poked through a painful spot, shrugged his eyebrow root when he closed his eyes and seemed troubled.

It's no longer the same thing I caught.

The first word I said to Makoto Ogasawara about meat potty that works here.

A mere presence that processes a man's sexuality. They told me to be that, but they laughed that it was a joke.

Makoto Ogasawara, who would have been quite prepared, is out of his mind there. Massage training more serious than expected that started from then on. That led me to gain trust from Makoto Ogasawara.

I mean, if I told you I wouldn't do anything dirty, Makoto Ogasawara would think I would never do it. On the contrary, no matter how obscene the act is, if you deny I'm not obscene, I'll probably pepper you.

"Wow, I get it. Best regards,"

Makoto Ogasawara, who said so and slowly inverted his body, leaned back with his right hand covering his chest and his left hand covering his groin.

Give me something to be grand about. It looks extra obscene because it's something that's poorly tiding your face and hiding important places.

"You'll be ashamed to see me, so I'll towel you in the eye"

"Yes, it helps......"

Pour the hot hot water I brought to the water bottle into the bucket, add a hand towel and soak well, I took it out and squeezed it. This hot towel is very effective in soothing the mood.

"Oh, it feels good..."

Makoto Ogasawara whispered as he gently put the towel on the eye of Makoto Ogasawara, who had closed his eyes, leaking a sweet sigh.

Besides the soothing effect of Makoto Ogasawara, this towel also reduces shame by blocking sight.

Moreover, since the hands and feet can move freely, they make room to resist whenever they want to, creating a gap in the mind. Let me get into that gap.

"At first, you can hide it with your hands, like you do now. I'm meant to be ashamed. But when you get used to it, I want you to stop hiding it."

"Shh, excuse me, take care..."

My breasts were meant to be behind me from the start. Because at first we were going to focus on the lymph nodes at the base of our thighs and massaging the lymph nodes under our armpits.

Okay, here we go.

"Ha, yes - hi"

I draped a large amount of luxury lotion into my hip at all costs that I had in my hand. Makoto Ogasawara then raises his voice like a surprise. But I won't show you how to escape.

While observing such a Makoto Ogasawara, he reached out and gently put his hands on the surface of his left and right thighs.

"Huh."

Makoto Ogasawara, who shook his pikun and knee, tightens his thighs cuddly. What an initial reaction. It's been a really long time since I've seen these shameful figures because I've been completely used to massaging lately.

Slowly slide your palms as you thumb down the surface of your white thighs.

At first, it doesn't even go to the critical at the base of the thigh, but when you change direction in front of the groin, you head down. Then it passes through the tibia from the thigh, and when it reaches the candle, it changes direction and heads up.

"Hey, hey... it could be ticklish,"

Rubbing her perfectly closed thighs together and slightly turning herself around, Makoto Ogasawara muttered small with a trembling voice that allowed her to laugh. Apparently, he doesn't feel so disgusted. It's only a reaction because I've so far won my trust by risking my time.

Ignore such Makoto Ogasawara and even carefully continue the massage. Gradually changing the movement of your hand, sliding your thumb to the groin criticality.

After an hour, the tension completely disappeared from Makoto Ogasawara's body.

"Ahhhh..."

You can see that sweat is starting to erupt from reddish-colored skin, all over the lotion.

"Ha... ah..."

Makoto Ogasawara, who raised a slight voice that could neither be a sweet sigh nor a whisper, was dyeing his cheeks and roughing his breath.

The hand that was covering his chest and groin is sloppily losing strength and falling on the bed.

My hands, which were slipping through the surface of my thigh, were focused on massaging the lymph nodes at the base of my thigh.

Place your palms on your thighs and rub them apart as you press the base with your thumb. Because the lymph nodes are on both sides of the groin, nature and the thumb enter the interior. And at some point, my thumb even broke into the swimsuit covering my groin.

A thin tangle I feel at the tip of my thumb. It would be pubic hair. She's pressing the right side of the female genitals and rubbing them down. But I will never go further than that. Retain critical lines while only massaging thoroughly.

"Sorry, I'm stopping the breast massage today. My strength won't last."

He spoke to Makoto Ogasawara as he removed his hands from his groin and wiped those hands all over the lotion with a towel.

Three hours had already passed since I started the massage, but I don't use that much force, so I can actually still afford it. But make an appeal about how desperate I am and how attentive I am to Makoto Ogasawara and rubbing down my spirit.

"Oh, really? Good luck."

Raising his right hand, Makoto Ogasawara, who took the towel he had been wearing across his eyes, said so in a somewhat unfortunate voice, dyeing his cheeks and leaving his breath rough. I guess it felt so good.

Don't put this in your breasts easily tomorrow after massaging the lymph nodes under your armpits.

We're almost there, we're almost in the final stages. And a lot faster than I expected.

At the end of the massage and checking aside Makoto Ogasawara, who rose out of bed, he prepared in advance and took out a large bucket, putting five water bottles in it, and stood up with a bucket handle.

"What is it, it"

Makoto Ogasawara, barefoot down to the ground, comes up to me with a strange look.

"Whatever. Look, we're just going to the shower room."

"Heh? Are you coming with me today?

Makoto Ogasawara raised his voice even stranger as he followed me as I walked out.

Leaving the warehouse, you walk around the dark night lane to your back. And I put a bucket next to the shower room.

"There's hot water in the water bottle. You should use it after taking a bath of water. And I'll leave the hand and bath towels."

I said that without turning around, and I just walked out. As if to be shy.

"Hot water...... Oh, thank you!

The voice color heard from behind was clearly playing with joy.

These trivial kindnesses gradually erode the spirit of Makoto Ogasawara. That is one purpose, but there is another great purpose. That's to discourage shame on exposure.

Makoto Ogasawara is taking a shower with his swimsuit on. However, it is nearly impossible to completely wash away the lotion that entered through the gap in the swimsuit. Hot water there.

Warm water and hand towels in a bucket. I want to use it to wash my whole body clean if possible. If you think so, you're good.

The act of taking off your swimsuit and getting completely naked in a shower room surrounded by vinyl with a clear view of the interior, however dark the surroundings may be. I don't care what you think about that, it's off track.

But getting used to it is scary. Now Makoto Ogasawara is so used to saying nothing about being touched by my skin. On the contrary, today I have allowed a thumb intrusion into the interior of the swimsuit covering my groin, and I have not even mentioned one thing about it.

Because it's a lymphatic gland massage. For Makoto Ogasawara, who totally assumes that, even the act of being trapped directly next to the female genitals has become a serious massage training.

Besides, having hot water doesn't necessarily mean you'll be naked. But as we go on with this, it's more likely to happen. I'll just wait for it.

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