Ke Xue Lu Ren Wang

Chapter 55: Every extra second is disrespectful to leg fetishists.

Yuzuru looked at the line of text, his mind racing.

touch.

Is this word a verb or an adjective?

If it's a verb, it means to get him started.

Then it wouldn't be so bad if he reluctantly touched it.

If it's an adjective, then wouldn't touching it mean disaster?

The question only existed in my mind for a second.

The next instant, Yuu Toru's hand was already on Ooka Momiji's fair and slender calf.

Every second longer is disrespectful to leg fetishists.

The moment his palm touched his skin, he felt a different sensation.

Smooth, delicate, and with a hint of warmth.

On the other side, Ooka Momiji's body visibly stiffened.

Her back straightened slightly, the pen in her hand paused in mid-air, and a brief blankness appeared on her dignified and beautiful face.

Yuzuru realized he had been tricked and immediately changed his strategy. He gently slid his palm along the line of his calf, his fingertips rhythmically pressing the muscle texture with just the right amount of pressure.

"What...what are you doing?"

Ooka Momiji spoke softly, tilting her head slightly. His reflection was visible in her blue pupils. The furrow between her brows was less pronounced than before, but a thin blush had already risen on her cheeks.

"I'll give you a massage."

Yuzuru didn't even look up, his tone as casual as if he were just saying the weather was nice today.

His technique was indeed very gentle, each pinch and squeeze was relaxed and controlled. He used the heel of his palm to slowly push and knead down the outer side of the calf along the shinbone, and then around to the back of the calf.

I learned this technique from a video I watched online, originally intended for relaxation after workouts.

Unexpectedly, the first person to enjoy it was Ooka Momiji in front of me.

Perhaps because she had just finished yoga, the muscles in her legs were still in a state of high tension.

You could feel it when you pressed your fingertips against it; the surface of the skin was soft and smooth, but underneath it was taut.

As he continued to knead, the taut muscle fibers began to relax little by little.

Ooka Momiji's breathing also seemed to become uneven.

Her body would occasionally tremble slightly, especially when his fingers pressed on the soft area behind her knees, her toes would involuntarily curl.

Yuzuru naturally noticed these reactions.

He looked up and saw that the girl's lips were tightly closed, and the blush on her cheeks was even deeper than before.

After thinking for a moment, Yuzuru changed his position for the massage.

He gently picked up Ooka Momiji's foot, which was wearing white cotton tabi socks, and slowly kneaded it with his thumb against the arch.

"Um--"

A soft hum escaped from the girl's lips, and her beautiful blue eyes suddenly turned to him, the corners of her eyes glistening with a watery red.

"What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

Yuzuru asked with a puzzled look.

He had just seen the girl biting her lower lip, her cheeks flushed, but she didn't utter a single word. He wondered if he had rubbed too hard and hurt her.

"..."

Ooka Momiji did not answer.

Saying "comfortable" sounds a bit strange in the current context.

But if you say it's uncomfortable, then it doesn't seem like that's the case.

Because Yuzuru's massage... was indeed quite comfortable.

My whole leg felt tingly and numb, with an indescribable sense of comfort spreading from the soles of my feet all the way to my thighs.

The lingering soreness from the yoga session was gradually being relieved by his fingers.

Seeing that she didn't speak, Yuzuru didn't press her for details and switched to his other foot.

To be honest, not only are Ooka Momiji's legs long and beautiful, but her feet are also perfectly shaped.

Not the petite type, but rather the well-proportioned, with clearly defined bones. Wearing white tabi socks, the outline of her toes was faintly visible, and they felt surprisingly nice to the touch.

Yuzuru pushed along the arch of the foot with his thumb, and the other person's foot reflexively retracted, but was then gently grasped by him.

After a foot massage, the toes in his hands wiggled slightly as if trying to break free.

"Is...it's okay now..."

Ooka Momiji was breathing slightly heavily, her voice so soft it was almost inaudible.

Upon seeing this, Yuzuru released his grip, looked up, and then froze.

The girl in front of me had blushed all over, the color spreading from the tips of her ears down to her neck.

Those usually calm and composed blue eyes were now veiled in a thin mist, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and her lips were unusually red from being bitten so tightly.

A few strands of her brown curly hair were damp with sweat and clung to her face, complementing her kimono with its dark maple leaf pattern. The collar of her kimono had come undone slightly from her earlier movements.

She looked like a red apple, exuding an alluring visual appeal.

Upon seeing this, Toru Hanyu immediately looked away and wrote on a sticky note:

"I noticed your legs were very tense, so I took the liberty of giving you a massage to relieve the tension."

He pushed the paper over.

Ooka Momiji looked down at the words on the sticky note, blushing and remaining silent for several seconds.

When asked to touch his leg, he actually did.

Not only did he touch her, he also took it upon himself to massage her.

The most awkward thing was that the massage felt quite comfortable, but she didn't know how to start the conversation.

"Let's...let's review first..."

After a moment, when the tingling sensation in her body had subsided, Ooka Momiji spoke again. Her voice had returned to its usual calmness, but the tips of her ears were still red.

"it is good."

Yuzuru took out his review book and flipped to the previous progress.

But as soon as he turned the page, he saw out of the corner of his eye that Ooka Momiji picked up a pen, wrote a line on a sticky note, and pushed it toward him.

"The morning sessions are private, and the classes will be open to the public at 1:30 PM."

Yuzuru was taken aback.

He thought for a moment before realizing that Ooka Momiji was referring to the entrance arrangements for tomorrow's karuta training.

The morning practice was private, with only her and the other members present.

The open training session is in the afternoon, and outsiders are allowed to observe.

She specifically reminded him of the entry time.

"Let's review first..."

Yuzuru nodded slightly, indicating that he understood.

For the next hour or so, the two didn't exchange any more words and focused on completing their review.

Ooka Momiji's condition has returned to normal; she asked questions when she needed to and corrected mistakes when necessary.

They both pretended nothing had happened tonight.

At 9:25, there was a soft knock on the door behind me.

"Young Miss, Yuzuru-kun, time is almost up."

Iori Muga's voice remained as steady as ever.

That's enough for today.

Ooka Momiji closed her textbook and took the initiative to speak.

Yuzuru nodded and began packing his schoolbag.

He quickly got up and walked out of the study under the girl's gaze.

He didn't turn around, but he could feel that gaze following him all the way to the end of the corridor.

……

"You've had a hard day."

Iori Muga stood by the door, her tone more polite than before.

"My job."

Yuzuru shook his head and said that he was okay though, as he had only been on the course for a little over two hours. The rest of the time he was either chatting or interacting with this young lady.

"Take care on the road, Yuzuru-kun."

On his way out, he sensed that Iori Muga's attitude was much better than before.

I can't quite put my finger on why it's better, but it definitely does reduce that cold, impersonal feeling.

And so, as they left the villa area, Yuzuru glanced back at the outlines of the buildings behind him before merging into the flow of people on the street.