Sett Chapter 19: Wet Pants (Patreon)

Several times, Yukino wanted to stop Tadashi.

This massage was becoming far too intimate, not appropriate for the nature of their relationship.

But Tadashi’s technique was so effective.

He precisely relieved her muscle soreness, gradually relaxing her stiff body until she began to feel comfortable.

‘This isn’t right... but it feels so good!’

‘I don’t want him to stop…’

‘Besides, if I agreed to this and stop him now, it would feel like I don’t trust him.’

Yukino’s mind was in turmoil.

But as the massage became more soothing, the scales tipped, and she gradually surrendered to the pleasurable sensation.

Her consciousness was completely overtaken by the comfort.

‘Just let it feel good,’ she thought to herself, and as Tadashi continued, she let out soft, contented sighs.

However, after a while, Yukino began to sense something was off.

Why were Tadashi’s hands moving closer to her inner thighs?

And going higher up as well...

The hands that had been focused on her waist were now climbing higher.

“Tadashi, what are you doing?” Yukino couldn’t help but ask.

“Massaging,” Tadashi answered, perfectly serious.

“Aren’t you going a little too far?” Yukino frowned. “Those areas don’t need a massage.”

“Trust me, I’m a professional,” Tadashi replied.

“Professional…” Yukino hesitated.

But soon, the even more soothing sensation washed over her, completely breaking down her defenses.

Yukino felt her body heat up, as though soaking in a hot spring, her whole being becoming relaxed and warm.

Before she realized it, she had fallen asleep.

“Heh, my massage techniques really are professional,” Tadashi grinned as he watched her sleep.

Of course, it was professional—but not in the usual sense.

This particular massage technique, aside from relieving fatigue and relaxing muscles, also had an aphrodisiac effect.

In Setts' world, it was often used as foreplay in underground fighting rings.

“For the first time, I’ll leave it at this,” Tadashi muttered, not taking things further.

He simply finished the massage, tucked Yukino under a blanket, and quietly left.

...

After a while, Yukino was woken by her usual alarm for school.

“Did I fall asleep?”

She sat up, surprised, and noticed the blanket over her. A warmth filled her heart.

Did Tadashi cover her up, worried she’d get cold?

“Tadashi, are you still here?” Yukino called out, glancing around. “Tadashi?”

No answer.

Tadashi had already left.

“Did he leave already?”

Yukino got up, stretched lazily, and blushed as she mumbled to herself, "What an amazing massage. I feel like all my fatigue has disappeared."

However, as she stretched, her face suddenly turned crimson.

She had just remembered the dream she’d had while sleeping—a vivid and intimate dream, with her and Tadashi as the main characters, doing something far too inappropriate to describe.

And shockingly, in the dream, she had been the one initiating!

“Why would I dream something like that?”

Yukino was confused, her face burning as she muttered to herself, “Do I... actually have feelings for Tadashi? I mean, I do like him a bit, or I wouldn’t have let him massage me, but I wouldn’t just jump straight into that level of intimacy, would I?”

...

Meanwhile, Tadashi returned to Hiratsuka’s home, as if nothing unusual had happened.

“Where did you go?” Hiratsuka asked, looking at Tadashi suspiciously as she prepared to leave for work.

“Went for a morning run,” Tadashi replied with a perfectly innocent expression. “Don’t let my lazy appearance fool you, I actually train really hard behind the scenes!”

*Tsk!*

Hiratsuka scoffed, clearly not believing him.

This guy would rather spend his time on her than training.

‘But that’s not necessarily a bad thing,’ Hiratsuka thought to herself, blushing slightly.

‘It just means I’m still attractive.’

With this thought, a small smile crept onto her lips.

“I’m off to work now. My card is on the table in the bedroom, there’s about five million yen on it. Buy whatever you want,” Hiratsuka said, giving Tadashi a quick kiss on the cheek before heading out the door in a good mood.

“Have a good day.”

Tadashi watched her enter the elevator before returning to the bedroom and picking up the card, scratching his head.

Was he... being kept?

“This isn’t a bad feeling at all,” Tadashi mused, as he ordered an Alienware computer, a drone, and a Harley motorcycle.

Five million yen shrank rapidly, but that didn’t matter.

Hiratsuka was rich. One of her sports cars was worth over a hundred million yen, and she had five more parked in her garage!

When the money ran out, he could just ask for more.

“Now, it’s game time!”

Tadashi eagerly sat in front of the big screen and turned on his Switch, playing until noon.

When his stomach started growling, he finally put down the controller.

He thought for a moment and took out his phone.

“I forgot to check in on Yukino.”

As he said this, he sent her a message on LINE.

...

Ding!

[Tadashi: Your body is still very stiff, and you haven’t grasped the breathing techniques yet.]

[Tadashi: It’s best if I massage you daily to relieve muscle tension, or you might develop hidden injuries.]

[Tadashi: I’ll come by at the same time tomorrow.]

“...”

Yukino had just opened her lunchbox when Tadashi’s message popped up.

Her fair, delicate face turned bright red.

The calm she had just regained was once again thrown into chaos.

“Who wants another massage from you!?” Yukino mumbled to herself, her face flushed. “And that kind of massage... there’s no way that’s normal!”

She was starting to suspect Tadashi had ulterior motives.

But she didn’t have any proof.

[Yukinoshita Yukino: No need, I’ll watch my training intensity.]

[Yukinoshita Yukino: I don’t want to keep troubling you.]

Yukino took a deep breath and typed her reply.

Ding!

[Tadashi: Alright.]

Yukino sighed in relief but felt a slight sense of disappointment at the same time.