Ch 172 – 14 June, Mafuyu 01

Kouta honestly did not expect Mafuyu to follow his request. However, it seems that Mafuyu is a person who takes his words seriously. Right now, Kouta could feel Mafuyu put her slender fingers on Kouta's shoulders and begin to move her fingers as she put some pressure on them.

At first, it felt tingly rather than relaxing his muscles. This happened because Mafuyu made an error of judgment. Seeing Kouta's more diminutive stature and slightly cute face compared to other men his age, Mafuyu did not expect Kouta to have broad shoulders and a muscular back.

'It was different than I thought? Maybe men are more muscular by nature like this?' Mafuyu thought so before she calmed down and started moving her fingers again. Since Kouta's shoulders differed from what she had imagined this time, she didn't need to hold back, so she applied pressure. This time, she poured more of her strength into her fingers. Finally, she had reached the kind of force that he desired.

Kouta felt rather a good feeling and couldn't help but praise her. "Aah— That's quite hit the spot."

Kouta felt honest admiration for the muscles that became more relaxed after being massaged by Mafuyu. At the same time, Mafuyu did not expect that he would need so much energy to massage Kouta's shoulders. To him, Kouta did not look like a bodybuilder. But when she touched him, she knew his muscles were well-formed and trained regularly.

'It was nothing like rubbing my father's back.' Mafuyu, who had never had a relationship with a man and only had her father as a comparison, began to believe that Kouta had a lot of work. 'Ah, he's also not alone, so he has to do all the chores.'

When thinking like that, Mafuyu felt a little sorry for Kouta and thought of giving him a massage as best as she could so that he could feel a little better.

"Hm— But your body is quite muscular? Do you do sports or something?" Mafuyu issued such a question to make the atmosphere a little better than just a silent one.

"I'm always going to the boxing gym once a week and doing a morning routine taught by the coach."

"Really— No wonder."

"Ahaha, are my muscles very strained?"

"Yeah, a bit. And it's quite different from my father's back."

"Is that so? But— Father's back. Huh— I don't really remember if I ever massaged my father's shoulders, but I remember massaging my mother."

Kouta spoke like that without thinking much. He was enjoying the massage from Mafuyu, and he was also thinking that he had been having a lot of sex. That was the reason why his muscles might have become tense. On the other hand, Mafuyu was cursing herself because she made a mistake that reminded Kouta of his parents. She felt a little guilty and couldn't help but think of Kouta, who might be sad because of this, without realizing Kouta himself was thinking something completely different from what Mafuyu imagined.

Therefore, Mafuyu thought about how to change this conversation.

"Hm, yeah. This makes me feel a bit nostalgic."

And each of Kouta's following words made Mafuyu even more guilty. This conversation stopped because Kouta suddenly stopped working and lifted his head to look at Mafuyu, who was massaging his shoulders from behind.

"If you look around— You're kinda like my mother, Kirisu-sensei. You have beautiful pink hair like her and a kind personality, too—"

Mafuyu didn't know how to respond to such talk. She also didn't consider herself to have a good personality, as people around her had always considered her to be an exemplary and severe teacher.

"I don't think I have that kind of personality. At least my previous student will not think like that."

Mafuyu always thinks about the student and feels the best of them, even if it means challenging their dreams.

"But in the end, you truly think it's for your student's best, right? I think that's proof that Sensei has a kind personality."

Kouta spoke with a big smile on his face. Mafuyu never really did this kind of thing to get a student's praise or anyone's praise, but being recognized like this made her heart rejoice even for a bit.

It was kind of unfair to tell her with that kind of expression— she couldn't help but feel good about it.

"Even so, Sensei is still different from my mother, as my mother is small in stature, unlike Sensei, who is built like an adult. Huaaaa— That hurts."

"Well, it's your fault for saying such stupid things."

"Eh— I just tell the truth. Ah, I'm feeling a bit nostalgic. How about it's my turn to massage your shoulders, Sensei? You must be tired after teaching all day, too."

"You don't have to do that—"

"But I insist."

Mafuyu had no reason to refuse Kouta's request, especially after she said things that reminded him of his mother. Furthermore, for some reason, when Kouta said she looked like her mother, she also smiled sweetly like that. It somehow caused a feeling in her heart. She felt that Kouta was very cute and also— tickled a new feeling, which she did not understand.

In the end, Mafuyu let him massage her shoulders, but she never expected that the massage was so good that she lost track of time and didn't realize that the time had already rolled by.

It was a blessing, and she thought before she was once again heard by her worst enemies she saw that bug come out and walk toward them.

But this time, before Mafuyu had a chance to hug Kouta. He had already disappeared and quickly and easily eradicated the bug that was the source of what happened tonight.

"Geez, Kirisu-sensei, if you're this scared of this bug. How is your daily life? Ah, then what if Sensei has a problem? Just call me, okay?"

It was a word that was too close between teacher and student, which Mafuyu usually rejected. This time, it felt different once again, somehow a feeling that she didn't quite understand. In her eyes, Kouta's attitude was like a proud child after doing something good and a child who wants someone to rely on him. She had the urge to praise him.

"Btw, it looks like it's already late. I'm going to sleep. Sensei, you can sleep in the futon in Satomi's room, and I will sleep on the sofa."

It was something that they both understood; previously, Mafuyu would not have had any problem with it. Only, this time, for some reason, she could not let Kouta sleep on the uncomfortable sofa.

"I think it's better if you sleep on the futon."

"Eh, but I can't do that and—"

"It's fine. We can share it."

"But—"

"It's fine. It's not like you will do anything, right? I can rely on you, right?"

"Well, of course."

At this point, Kouta still didn't understand why she was becoming approachable. Well, seeing her say something like that. Of course, Kouta's only option was to follow what Mafuyu wanted. Kouta also wouldn't do anything bad to at least make Mafuyu trust him, which was an excellent step to get close to her.

At the same time, Mafuyu still felt slightly confused about why she was doing something like this. Although she thought Kouta was a bit cute. She should not think like this about her students. Well, at least he seemed like a good boy and followed her instructions, and they slept on top of each other on the futon that was divided in half by using a roll as a divider.

It was just that Mafuyu's feelings were a little clearer when she watched Kouta, who was asleep beside her and whispered calls to his mother in his sleep. It tickled her feelings— No since Kouta said she resembled her mother. One thing woke up in Mafuyu, and that was that Kouta awakened the maternal instinct in her.

That's why even though Kouta carelessly exceeds the boundary that has been established, Mafuyu lets him go as she sees him calling his mother. It made her heart shudder momentarily, and she couldn't help but feel for him. And she hugged him and patted him on the head, just like a mother to her son.

"Just this time—" Mafuyu said in a low voice so Kouta wouldn't wake up. And she wouldn't do it if he woke up. She could see his expression become better when she did this.

Mafuyu could only smile seeing that, but she never expected that this feeling would make her relationship with Kouta become complicated in the future.