Chapter 79: Boy, I'm a Virgin
Takumi had already experienced things with Kitamoto Maya and Nao, so by all rights he wasn't a total newbie anymore. Yet the moment he faced Shigure, all his resistance crumbled to nothing. Even though she was a martial arts master, her skin wasn't the healthy wheat-bronze tone you usually see on athletic girls—it was pure, dazzling snow-white.
Her skin was so flawlessly smooth that Takumi had no idea where to look. And then there was the way she approached him with zero sense of boundaries, pressing that torturously soft, massive chest right against his arm. No matter how many women he'd been with, that indescribable sensation still hit him like a truck, setting his blood on fire. Combined with the steamy heat of the hot spring, Takumi seriously felt like he was about to get boiled alive.
"Shi… Shigure-sensei… you're way too close…"
Takumi stammered out the warning to the expressionless beauty whose bust size was frankly criminal. Shigure replied in her usual flat tone:
"Do you dislike… touching a body like mine?"
"No! Absolutely not!"
"Then that's strange. You stared so intently at my photos, yet you won't look at the real thing."
"That's because…"
Takumi genuinely didn't know how to explain it. Getting this intimate with someone like Shigure—who had basically zero concept of propriety—gave him a weird sense of guilt. Maybe he really was lower than a beast.
"Boy. Shall I… wash your back for you?"
"Wash my back?"
"Yes. I heard that in mixed bathing, washing each other's backs is proper etiquette."
"Who the hell taught you that kind of etiquette?!"
Takumi mentally screamed, but his face was already beet-red. The temptation was overwhelming. In the end he decided to embrace his inner beast just this once.
"Yes please, Shigure-sensei."
Compared to any future consequences, he simply couldn't refuse this temptation—even if she later snapped out of it and came after him with a blade, it would still be worth it.
Takumi lay face-down at the edge of the spring, ready to enjoy Shigure's back-washing service. But barely a second later he regretted everything. The strength she was using was insane—he genuinely suspected she was about to peel his skin right off.
"O-Ow ow ow! It hurts! sensei, did you turn the towel into a blade or something?!"
Anything Shigure held became a weapon—even an ordinary rice spoon could turn lethal in her hands. Once, out of kindness, she'd sharpened Miu's kitchen knife for her… and the result was sharp enough to slice straight through the countertop. Who could've guessed even a bath towel would become a deadly instrument in her grip? What was supposed to be bliss almost killed him from pain instead.
"Sorry. I unconsciously used my ability."
"Ughhh… it's fine, Shigure-sensei. This is heaven's punishment for me."
Tears streamed down Takumi's face inside his mind. That earlier sensation had felt exactly like one of the eighteen tortures—the iron comb that slowly scraped the flesh off a prisoner's back until the bone showed.
"Boy. Whenever I hold something external, it turns into a weapon. I can't control it."
"I understand. Thank you anyway, Shigure-sensei."
Takumi turned his head to speak—and immediately froze again, eyes wide. Shigure had wrapped her arms around his neck from behind, draped the towel across her own chest, and was now using the sheer power of her enormous breasts to wipe his back. This was the kind of service he'd only ever seen in the most hardcore adult anime. Takumi felt like his nose was seriously about to gush blood.
Indescribable pleasure. Even through the towel, the elasticity, the heat, the overwhelming volume of those breasts completely penetrated through, far hotter than the spring itself. Takumi felt like his entire body was igniting.
"Like this… it doesn't hurt, right? No hands or feet needed."
"Ch-Chest… push… it's too… too…"
Takumi had no idea how to finish that sentence. He was pretty sure he looked exactly like a freshly boiled lobster right now. Shigure tilted her head in thought for a moment before saying:
"It's okay, boy. I'm a virgin."
"Ah—! No way, what kind of logic is that?! Whoever taught Shigure this stuff… I owe you my life, seriously!"
Takumi felt as though he'd floated straight up into the clouds. Every single pore on his body was drinking in the essence of paradise. Getting a chest-rub service from the deadpan, mega-busty Shigure? Even if he dropped dead right this second, his life would already be complete. His brain felt like it was overheating; everything spun… and then he blacked out.
"Hey. Wake up."
Someone slapped his cheek. Takumi opened his eyes to find himself staring at the familiar wrecked ceiling of his room in the Ryōzanpaku dojo—not the real world. And right in front of him was Kensei Ma's sleazy-looking grin.
Takumi shot upright. "Why am I here?!"
A horrifying thought hit him. Was everything just a dream? But Kensei Ma said:
"Your stamina's way too weak, huh? You actually fainted in the hot spring. Shigure carried you back."
"It wasn't a dream? So I really did soak in the spring with her…"
"Yep. And I was the one who gave you the map, remember? You really dropped the ball, kid. I went through a ton of trouble to locate Shigure's secret bath spot so you could get a little peek, and what do you do? Pass out in the water."
"Peek?! Wait—you deliberately sent me to Shigure-sensei's bath?! Are you trying to get me killed?!"
"No way. If I went, she'd definitely chop me to pieces. But you? She won't."
"Huh? What kind of logic is that?!"
"Hahaha! Listen, kid—Shigure has zero sense of boundaries, but she has the instincts of a wild beast. She acts purely on her own feelings of like and dislike. If I tried sneaking photos, she'd slice me apart. But you? Her instincts didn't reject you. I observed this for a whole month. Too bad, though… it was the perfect chance for you to get even closer to her. Sigh. Maybe you could've even seen her chest properly."
Hearing Kensei Ma's regretful tone, Takumi remembered the earlier steamy scene and his heart skipped. Without thinking, he blurted:
"Seeing it? That's nothing."
"What?! Don't tell me—you actually touched Shigure's chest?!"
Kensei Ma made a vulgar grabbing motion with both hands. Takumi gave a smug huff.
"Pretty much, yeah."
"Goddamn it! I'm so jealous! I can barely even get close enough to snap a photo, and even that risky bath-exit shot I got last time was ruined by distance and steam. No way—your hand must still remember that feeling! Let me touch it!"
Kensei Ma grabbed Takumi's hand and started squeezing it like a pervert. Takumi shuddered in disgust and was about to protest when—
A sharp whoosh cut through the air. A sword sheath slammed straight into Takumi's head. He clutched his skull and rolled on the floor in agony. Up on the ceiling, hanging upside-down like some ninja, was Shigure—face completely blank.
"Idiot."
Her sword-like gaze shifted to Kensei Ma. He let out a fake laugh and immediately bolted. Shigure vanished after him in an instant. Takumi finally stopped seeing stars, though a huge lump was already swelling on his forehead.
Then footsteps approached. Miu appeared in the doorway with a sweet smile.
"Takumi-kun, does it hurt a lot?"
"It hurts… it really hurts…"
"Sigh. You got so excited soaking in the hot spring with Shigure-nee that you passed out, and the moment you woke up you couldn't wait to brag to the whole world. Kouichi, are you prepared?"
"Prepared for what?"
"Why, of course… to have your bad parts properly corrected~"
Miu smiled gently, but her eyes burned with two terrifying flames: jealousy and rage! A chill ran down Takumi's spine. Without a second thought he lunged for the window to escape—only to be instantly ensnared in a fishing net, trapped like a bug in a spider's web, unable to avoid his tragic fate.
Aaaah… no more…!
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