CHAPTER 44:
"The Moment It All Went Horribly Wrong"

Light took a deep breath and then released it slowly as Misa began to apply warm lotion to his shoulders. She began to rub the tissue deeply. Almost immediately, he began to feel really good. He was told to lay down on his stomach with his hands above his head.

He told himself initially that he was going to think of this like a visit to a chiropractor. He had to go to one when he was younger, in middle school, needing a few adjustments after playing a game of Dodge Ball that had gone wrong.

A classmate threw a ball at him and Light went to dodge it, only to catch another ball from another classmate in a vulnerable spot. He twisted the wrong way and had to endure a few sessions with a massage therapist/chiropractor who fixed the issue with excellent treatment.

But this was very different.

Misa used both hands and rubbed some of his normally tight spots. She started at his upper shoulders and neck, then worked down from his shoulders, along his spine, and to his lower back. She told him to relax, but what she as doing caused him to do the opposite.

He tensed up, defensively. He didn't want to open himself up to the full pleasure of it yet. He had never experienced anything like an erotic massage. Then again, this was Misa. As an actress, she had probably see it all, and done much.

Misa said she hadn't done this before, but she was doing a very good job. And it made him wonder if she was telling him the truth?

And yet, he was getting a massage from a beautiful woman who liked him. What was wrong with that? The trouble was, their situation. This was not playtime. They were both accused of being mass murderers and he wanted to clear his name. He didn't have time to waste.

He shivered, like he had just gotten a sudden chill. But he was not cold.

Oh my god…this feels really good!

But then he locked up again.

"Don't be so tense, Light," Misa said. "Loosen up a little, your muscles feel like tight knots. Don't you like this?"

"It feels good," he said responsively.

But he wasn't sure how to truly react. He was a virgin, and this was making him feel things he had never felt before. Should he just act naturally? But he couldn't do that, especially with Ryuzaki and the others watching.

She touched him lower and he flinched, tightened up again.

"Stop it!" She slapped him. He cringed, and hissed from the pain. "I can't do this right if you keep tensing up like this. Just relax, Light."

And there lies the problem, he thought. I'm trying not to relax too much, because if I do, I know something will happen. I need to keep control.

Misa came over to his right side and then began to rub his mid-back. She moved her hands around gently.

He had no idea what she researched to perform the erotic massage, but her hands, covered in warm lotion and erotic oils felt so good.

All she said was she was doing to this to get a reaction. If I liked it, then her co-star would...

But things were different. And it felt like she was liking this way too much. Putting her hands all over him, like some sort fantasy of hers.

Her palms moved in concentric circles as she rubbed his flesh and he withheld a moan, because she touched a sweet spot.

She moved, and her back faced the camera. The others couldn't see what she was doing. Her breasts were now facing him and his head was facing them. He looked up and gulped. From here, they looked exceptionally large like melons. His lips were suddenly parched, dry.

He closed his eyes, and tried to think of something else. And then it happened, he felt a twinge below.

Don't think about it, Yagami. Think of a math problem…

"I wish it was smaller, then it this would be easier to deal with," she said. "It's much too big."

His mind suddenly turned to something else entirely.

"The bed, it's too wide," she suddenly said. "I can only get to you from one side. Don't get any wicked thoughts, Light. And don't tell me you didn't, all guys do. So, how do you like it so far?"

She moved back up to his shoulders, and he exhaled a breath. He was beginning to really enjoy it.

He then let out an involuntary moan.

"You like it, eh? That's what I was looking for…" Misa then leaned in and whispered in his ear. "Maybe someday you'll open up to me fully and let me do more things to you that I know you'll enjoy it even better…"

He let out another moan, things were getter more intense. He was feeling really good. And from the reaction he was having, too good.

She reached for his hands, touched them, and gently caressed them all the way down. From his forearms, to his upper arms, to his shoulder blades. Using more lotion that bathed his muscles in warmth. Then she moved down further and it tickled a little when her hands moved across his back, and around to his ribs. She then moved down to his pelvis. The sides of her hands than rubbed his love handles.

Then he flinched as she cupped his buttocks over the towel.

It was only a precursor for where her hands went next. They moved to his upper thighs, cupping one thigh at a time, gently dragging her hands down to each knee cap. He trembled from her touch.

She then reached up into the towel, but he didn't stop her. He was in a good place right now, a form of delirium he had never experienced before, and he didn't want it to stop.

The towel was only supposed to be worn for the initial stage of the massage, but now it was unnecessary, and she removed it, exposing him. It was in the script. But the male protagonist is naked under the towel. It was a little fan service for the audience when it came off, showing his naked backside. Light wore a speedo.

But he didn't care. He knew he wasn't thinking clearly, a weird fog evolving his mind. And he let her do it without protest, closing his eyes.

"I like your speedos, Light," Misa said. "So, you decided to keep the pair Cameron Cross gave you? They look sexy. I like it when a guy wears pink, and it shows they're comfortable with their sexuality. Pink is hot on a guy. So, do you liking my technique?"

Light let out an extended breath and groaned pleasurably. He was in a very good place and did what came natural. He didn't fight it anymore.

"I'm so glad you like it, Light," she said. "And this is just the beginning. We still have so much more to come. I'll make you mine…"

With her back towards the camera and her hands out of sight, she rubbed his lower back and then moved them even lower down, slipping her fingers underneath his speedo. Light didn't protest. It felt too good.

She then used her fingers to massage an area very few males wanted touched, but he didn't resist.

"Oh…" Light exhaled softly.

"Be mine, loverboy…"

"Oh yes…it feels so good! Oh, Kiyomi!"

Misa stopped. "Excuse me? Kiyomi? What the hell?"

Light's eyes shot open. He gasped, releasing his mistake. He looked back at her, folding his leg over slightly, trying to hide a tightness in his speedos. The massage felt so good, that he reacted like anyone would. But now it was fading fast after the critical error.

"I mean, Misa. I meant you, honest!"

She gave him a hand slap on the back and all enjoyment from the massage instantly vanished, pleasure turned to hard pain.

Misa swore, then slapped him repeatedly. Now she did what came natural. And he couldn't get away, chained to the wall.

He folded in like a fetus, trying to defend himself.

Angry couldn't describe how furious she was. "Kiyomi Takada, huh? I do all this, make you feel very good, obviously, and you call out that hussy's name? And old flame from university, too? You men are all the same, you god-damn, chauvinist pig!"

"Ow, ow, ow! Misa! Stop hitting me! I'm sorry!"

To be continued...