Chapter 17: Akeno Himejima Massage # (-2)

Her bare back, his oiled hands, one quivers in satisfaction, the other indulges in service, she had underestimated him tremendously, he is making her pay the price, there is something which is needed to be said about her body, there is something which need not be asked about his skills. She is a tease, he tries to be a gentleman. Her sighs sound like a soliloquy, the shiver of her body is a play, he is the artist, the dramatic persona, the one lulling her then pulling her strings.

There is something to be said about a marionette, thinks Akeno Himejima.

There is confusion, is it too much, is it too little. He is a mere human, he has her on edge, he has this control, he wants to make her surrender, time seems to move differently, slowly, like it is mimicking his hands as them move slowly up her back. She is laid bare, he is shrouded in mystery. Hachiman Hikigaya, the man who has her at his mercy, devoid of social constraints, threadbare. Arms folded, her head upon them, she is laid to rest, her dark tresses devoid of its signature style, the ponytail loose, her long hair trailing down the massage table like a dark waterfall, the orange ribbon sequestered away from view.

He takes a hold of her shoulders and kneads her flesh, fingers moving like an expert. He is firm at time and at times gentle and he knows what brings her pleasure and what makes her moan. He presses his palm and applies pressure, then alternates, plays with his fingers on her burning skin. The ache in her shoulder eases with time and it is because of him. But what about the new, unvanquished pain in her loins.

Couldn't he do something about it as well, she wonders, imagining his mouth on her private, most intimate parts and that makes her core tighten, coiled like lightning about to strike twice at the same spot, a miracle, magic in the making.

"What do you think of my skills, senpai?"

"It's~" her reply his cut off as he forces out moan from her mouth, now having full knowledge of her female form, those weak spots, those forbidden zones of pleasure, erogenous in nature. "Umm~"

Hachiman Hikigaya has a smirk on his face and he makes sure she sees it. There is something about his handsome face and his strong hands which make her feel like melting into a puddle, something which has no structure, no form, just neurons firing out stimulus and making her world tinkle, tingle, making her bite her lips with her teeth every other second because even she is embarrassed about the sound which he commands to rise out from deep within her throat.

For the first time, she could remember, there is something missing from her seductive nature and it's because he has the confidence, shown it now, with her on the table, at his mercy that he can subdue his better urges. He is still a man. She is still a woman. Both of them are thinking about it, imagining what it will feel like, having those hands, having those lips, placed in a different place, soothing a different kink. But till then, she would like him to touch every part of her soft skin, rub every sinew, every inch of her spine, her legs, her hips and bring her to the brink of pleasure, which is so close, so unbearably close to having sex, but not exactly it.

Akeno imagines what sex would be like. He must be good, she bases her judgment on his skills and the awareness he has of the female body.

"You are a womanizer, Hikigaya-kun." She bites out from between the throes of pleasure.

"Hey that's rude. Also untrue," He stops his ministration and she mewls in complain which makes him smile. "I'm a virgin."

"That's a crime." She forms a lazy smile. It takes a lot of effort. She feels formless, lost, flying in heaven.

Akeno has a hard time believing it, but then he is a gentleman. Her numerous tricks, playing the adult onee-san caricature, the seductress, the temptress to get his attention had ended in failure. He liked women, he was in love with the female body, knew everything there was to know about it, she was sure. But he didn't care about using them for sex. It wasn't about his orgasm. He was – words failed her – nice. He wanted the woman to feel satisfied, to meet there want, to help them relax, be themselves, take a break, be who they want to be, laid bare, the massage table be the paradise, him the gatekeeper.

But Akeno can't stop thinking about sex, thinking how her body would be brought to shivers with the same hands, the same fingers, the same ministrations taking place somewhere else. But she can't make it happen. It would ruin what the two of them had right now.

In the end, she didn't know it was this easy. He was a man who believed in paying his debts. She helped him out with the Rio Futaba case. She didn't know how exactly, but she didn't question him. He was interesting from the first sight, and to make him less so, she wanted to see the man he was. A full body massage was what that came to her mind instantly. She thought he would disagree to the bold terms. He surprised her then by agreeing. And now he kept on surprising her.

But he might be in for a surprise as well. If he kept this up, the confident smirk, the way his hands rubbed her just the right way, the way his finger touched the core and lit a fire with a match, the way he brought her comfort, the way he brought her pain, the way he lingered, the way he escaped, the sound which he drove out from her lips, the moans, the groans, the shivers, the incoherent words, the intelligible noises, she was pretty sure she would use her strength and pounce on him, before the night was over. Unzip his trouser and take his cock in her mouth and show him what he was showing her right now. However, she was also starting to get him and maybe her well intentioned actions might freak him the hell out.

"You know what would be perfect, Hikigaya-kun." She tested the water.

"What?" he was as straight laced as ever.

"Having a 'big' popsicle in my mouth." She quirked both her eyebrows.

He didn't get it. "We can go for ice cream later, if you want.

Or that's what she thought.

"But no popsicles for you, senpai." He said with a grin.

She turned her head to the side and pouted. She watched him shrug her look off with a sexy chuckle. He had a deep voice, not a baritone, but still it was somewhere there, higher, lower, wait no she was thinking about his hands on her back again, tingling the spine. This wasn't fair. But it was not like she had complete control. An idea settled into her mind and she willed herself to do it, entice him.

"Stop that." His response was swift.

"I'm just showing you my skills." She did it again.

Hachiman Hikigaya might have tremendous control, but he was still a man. He was massaging her back, making her melt, moan and groan, but sometimes his attention would stray and his eyes would drift. Akeno Himejima was a beautiful woman, having a voluptuous figure and she knew the effect she had on men, well aware of it in fact.

When she had thrown the idea at him, to give her a full body massage, his brain had short circuited. He knew how it was, knew he had the skills. But she was Akeno Himejima and he didn't know whether he could keep his baser instincts at bay. She was gonna come at him from both sides and there was a chance he might do something he might regret.

At first he thought, he had survived the onslaught. She had come in wearing a robe to the massage centre located in the lifestyle center at campus. But he had been wrong. Of course she had something underneath the robe, if you could call it something.

"I still have no clue how this thing stays on." He said, indicating her micro bikini top, neon pink in colour.

"It doesn't need to stay on. I can take it off, if you want." She supplied.

"Not necessary."

He didn't speak about her undergarment. Was it a g-string, a thong, was it purple, was it pink, he didn't want to know. All he could confirm was that her round, bubbly buttocks were in full display as if she was completely naked. But there were those small, almost negligible straps to the side which reaffirmed his doubts about her easiness with nudity.

"How did you like it?" she asked teasingly.

His hands almost stopped at the way she shook her ass in the air. He didn't know how physics worked or biology for that matter, but he really wanted to know how she did those things with her buttocks. It was like magic, the movement of her ass, the shake, the sway, the rise and fall and it was really distracting. It was also done to some imaginary beat. She was humming the piece of music to herself. He didn't know what it was but it couldn't continue.

"Okay, I got it." He said, voice dry. "You know how to twerk."

"Glad you could appreciate my skills." She said, voice husky. "I might give you a private lesson, if you are interested"

"No thanks, I like to watch." He didn't know what he was saying. From her laughter, she had expected a similar effect.

There was nothing to do but laugh her actions off. This was who she was, he didn't know the real her and that was dangerous. But he never said he would let her off that easy. Everyone deserves their rightful comeuppance, even sexy senpai's like her.

"Ah~ You," her next words were swallowed by another groan.

He had applied a tad too much pressure, but it wasn't enough to hurt. Just to let her know to behave. He kept his hand, palm facing her skin, right on the upper back and with a hint of force he worked out the kink in her upper back. He was rewarded with a delicious gasp. "Ooh~"

But his job was far from over. He is doing her back and the most important bit is the center, the spine. He can't wait to figure out what makes her tick, though he has some idea. Placing a hand over the other, he sets the right pressure and comes down on her and this time she grunts, but it come out later as a soft sigh.

"You are perfect." She says. "Anh~"

"I thought I was magical."

"Well, there's a lot you still have to do. I'm hard to impress. What about you?"

Hachiman doesn't reply. Well he does. He smirks. But like she said, there is a lot left to be done. Both of his hands are together and now he moves them down the center of her back. He does it agonizingly slow and he hopes she isn't getting frustrated. There is definitely a bit of sexual tension in the room. But that is to be expected. He works out the tension, rubbing it out like lotion from a tube. Like her upper back, he works the expanse of her lower back, sometimes hard, but definitely right. At times his fingers dig into her skin, dimpling the flesh, light, harmless. He opens his fingers, takes in everything and it's like a painter working on a blank canvas. Only this time it is her bare back, covered in oil, shinning in the light of the room, making him feel what he shouldn't be feeling.

This isn't professional.

But he couldn't help himself.

"Are you thinking about my breasts?" she asks teasingly.

"Hard not to."

Definitely a poor choice of words, her tinkling laugh makes it certain and now he is imagining it. Her gorgeous body covered in massage oil and he running his hands on her skin, taking in the softness, the fullness, the voluptuousness, there was a lot to take he decided. But it is not his to take, he knows that too. But he can't stop himself from looking.

Letting his mind drift off to those dangerous places is a no-no. He needs to focus, he needs to be himself, the rotten dead fish loner he still is, not the person he becomes sometimes when he takes a chance, takes a risk, enjoys himself. That's not him.

"Um, are you planning to kill me, Hikigaya-kun?" she asks, not really afraid.

"Are you asking me that because I have my hand on your neck?"

"That would be it."

Her neck is fine and it deserves a quality rub, nice and tender from his fingers. She drops her guard instantly when he eases her into what he is doing. It is strange that she would think he was trying to kill her, but then he doesn't really know about her life. For now he gives her neck a bit of a flutter, something easy to swallow and then moves down the back. He draws lazy circles when he reaches her waist. She lets out a chuckle then a moan.

"That was fake."

"Okay you caught me." There is a tone in her voice, a hitch he doesn't catch. "Go lower."

"You mean." He doesn't gulp, but looks. Further south means crossing a definite boundary. But then she did say this was going to be a full body massage. He still wants to be sure.

"Are you certain?"

She doesn't reply. Instead she put her ass in the air and twerks it dangerously close to his face. Out of sheer instinct his palm claps onto the shaking surface and it makes a resounding sound, flesh meeting flesh. He hears her voice cry out a second later. "Aaa~"

He had accidentally spanked her. This couldn't be good. He tries to apologize.

"I'm sorry I -"

"Don't be sorry." She says. "Just fix it, like you have been doing for a while."

He understands what she is trying to say.

Placing his palm gingerly over her buttock, the place where he had spanked her, he rubs soothing circles and swipes his finger in a lethargic manner. A second later he hears a delicious moan come out from her throat. "ooh~"

He had almost closed his eyes, but he had to keep them open. This was new territory. He didn't know what to do. Well he had some idea. It was the same thing, massaging. But it was definitely not her back. It was her ass.

"Cup them."

"Sorry?"

She turns her head around and gives a salacious smirk. "You heard me. They are-"

Maybe it's because he doesn't want her to finish her sentence, maybe it's because he is a man of action, but he does it. He starts to knead the flesh. Her butt cheeks are even softer to touch, he almost lost control for a second. Wait a minute, that sound came from her.

His fingers circle over her smooth skin, he doesn't try anything cheeky with her bubbly cheeks. It is all touch and go, touch, caress, flutter, flicker, go. Each of his actions, his ministrations are rewarded with moans. Her voice is a sigh, her throat is a gasp, she is writhing, wants to move, turn over and seize him. But she doesn't. He puts her on edge, when he slides his finger along the bottom of her cheeks. She wants him to touch her breasts like this, make her come with the barest of touches.

As she tries to turn over, he catches her movement and gives her right buttock a powerful pinch.

"Ouch," she turns and looks at him. "What was that for?"

"For being too much."

Hachiman Hikigaya is a tease, but unlike her he shows no mercy. He moves lower, works her thighs, behind her knees, the place she is especially ticklish and makes her fall out in fits of giggles and laughter. He also bequeaths her with a smile. Then her moves down her legs and applies more oil, working his hand in an up and down motion.

He takes one leg at a time. His fingers knead the skin and muscles of her thigh and work their way down. The back of her knee is a sensitive spot, she is ticklish down here as he found out, so he takes better care of it, treads gingerly, a flicker of finger, here and there.

"Thank you~" she moans out.

"You're welcome." He couldn't help the smile.

More sighs of satisfaction are coaxed out from her throat. He tries to prod the bottom length of her leg, interlocking the fingers of both his hands, and does these lazy swirls which put her mind at ease. Stopping at the heel of her foot, he works her sole, the ankle, rubs and slides and massages, then trying to be funny, he pulls each of her toes.

She is all smiles.

He quickly moves to the other side of the table to run his fingers up her right leg. He has solidified himself to the spot, his fingers ghost over her flesh, thumb rubbing cute circles on her smooth leg. Then he decides to tease her.

Her voice hitches and she can't believe this is happening. His hand has been working on her thigh for a while now. But then he moves upwards, up and up her goes, till his fingers are reaching precariously close to her core. This could be it. The heat pooling between her legs could be cooled. He is there, achingly slow but almost there.

She tries to turn around and that's when he pulls the strand of her g-string towards him and lets it go. It comes back in a snap as a soft sting to her buttocks and she lets out a groan.

"What was that for?" she asks.

He gives a smirk, which makes her want to kiss him or kill him, she doesn't know.

"Time's up." He says.

A/N: I promised a 2000+ chapter and this one is 3100+.

Hope you guys liked it. This will be the last of Akeno Himejima for now. I will do the chess chapter later.

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1) Shikimori from "Kawaii Dake janai Shikimori-san".

2) Kyouko Hori from "Horimiya".

3) Chitoge Kirisaki from "Nisekoi".

4) Yue from "Arifureta: From Common Place to World's Strongest".

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