episode_0064

Natcha laid me down on the air mattress and started spraying oil on the mattress and her hands.

“I thought about it for a long time, and I think it would be better for Dad to do it this way.”

“Last time when I was learning martial arts, honestly, I think my dad is the type that learns better through practice than theory.”

I’m a practical person… that’s true.

Rather than studying the theory of swordsmanship, I learned it much faster by getting hit by Meihen. Also, my body moved better when faced with a real crisis than when I trained. Maybe it was my survival instinct.

I nodded in agreement to Nacha, who asked for an answer.

“Yeah, huh!”

Lying face down on my knees and hands, I arched my back at the cold sensation I felt on my back.

I bent my neck to look up to find the cause of the feeling, and there was Nacha.

She held the bottle upside down with one hand, while her other three hands were squeezing thin threads out of the oil.

If you catch the pouring oil with your palm and lift it up, then in the process, your other hand will catch what falls and lift it up… repeating this process seemed to weave a thread called oil.

As if to further spread the scent inside the liquid, every time Natcha moved her hand, the air was quickly filled with a soft, sweet scent. Her skin also felt slightly flushed.

When the process had progressed sufficiently, Natcha looked at my swaying body with a satisfied face.

“What this means is that it’s much faster to show it to Dad than to explain it to him.”

What on earth are you showing me?

And is this the position I should be in to get a massage?

As soon as I entered the house, I followed Natcha’s instructions to take off my chastity belt and clothes and lie down, but my doubts grew. What stopped the expansion was Natcha’s hand running up my spine.

“Hmph♥”

“Good. There’s a reason why things are expensive.”

“Right?” Natcha looked at me with a smiling face, but she looked angry for some reason.

Natcha poured all the remaining oil on my back and sat down on top of it.

It’s embarrassing to say, but even though I was just getting a massage, I felt lustful as I touched Nacha’s butt as she moved around trying to get into position.

“Ugh, ugh♥ Do you have to go up there and do it?”

“Why? Is there something wrong? The massage your dad gave you yesterday was like that too.”

When I asked her to come down, Natcha opened her eyes wide and asked me a question.

“No, that’s not it…”

I also have a sense of humor. I couldn’t tell Nacha, who was glaring at me, “Stop it, I’m excited.”

“Okay, then is it okay to continue?”

“Uh, uh…”

After that, Natcha devoted herself to massage.

No, I don’t know if he was being sincere. He was touching here and there diligently, but it felt more like he was stroking my skin than pressing it.

“Whew, Whew…♥”

Every time Natcha’s hand moved, her body twisted this way and that. Her back arched and her neck shrank backward.

“Dad, my hair is bothering me, so can you take it down a bit? Okay?”

Kwuk-

As she said that, Natcha stamped on the back of his head with the sole of her foot.

A pleasant sensation. It was a pleasure to me to have my head, the highest part of my body, stepped on by feet.

“Right, stay like that until I say it’s okay. Got it?

“Hmph♥ No…!”

“You listen well,” said Nacha, and at the same time, she patted his head with the sole of her foot, which aroused the masochistic impulse that had been dormant deep inside his heart.

Actions that would be considered insulting to others. But is it because the other person is a pervert? It could simply be because my body is perverted and developed.

What is certain is that even though my head was being trampled, the pleasure was greater than the humiliation.

Hoo- Hoo-

It was quite difficult to hold onto my trembling body.

Or is it because she is holding herself up horizontally, with her back and waist strong enough to sit comfortably, and her neck strong enough to make a good footrest?

The limbs that supported and supported Nacha began to tremble.

“…I think this is enough. Since everything behind you is covered, turn around and lie down.”

She sat with her back against my shoulder blades, and when she got up, she put her weight on the leg that was pressing her head against mine.

Even after my forehead hit the mat with a “slap” sound, my feet did not leave my head.

Natcha, standing in front of me, was wiping the oil off her feet with my head like a rag.

Swish- swish-

Even though the mat was already soaked in oil and would probably get dirty again, Natcha continued to stroke her head with her foot.

It wasn’t that my head was being stepped on forcibly. Even if Nacha’s weight had been on my head, how heavy would it have been? I could easily endure it.

But when Natcha rolled her feet around, her head followed along as if it couldn’t resist.

“Ahh♥ Heet♥♥”

My lower body, which I saw because my head was stepped on.

There was a swollen vagina that looked like it was in heat to anyone who looked at it.

Natcha started talking with her head still pressed against mine.

“Starting today, things will get a little busy. Then, there may come a time when each of us has to take action.”

That was exactly what he said. If Nacha and I were to act separately, the various spells currently on my body could be a hindrance. It would be a bit strange to carry around something like a vagina in a situation where a fight could break out.

So, the oil that I have prepared is the one that I am applying to my body now. It is said that Kuzunoha prepared it for the purpose of purification.

“Even if it’s tattooed on your body, it doesn’t go beyond the skin layer, so if you apply it all over your body and wait, the spell will be absorbed into the oil.”

The explanation continued after that, but to summarize, it was similar to the chromatography principle we learned in science class at school.

By bringing the incantation-engraved epidermis into contact with oil, the incantation is drawn outward and loosened.

“So, if you don’t apply enough oil to the front, it won’t be effective.”

Natcha emphasized that the front, especially the part with many engraved patterns, should be sufficiently soaked with oil.

So, now he’s telling me to turn over, but it’s a little difficult to do that.

“Well, I’m so sorry…♥”

When Natcha’s foot stepped on my head, I saw clearly with my own two eyes what was in front of me. If I lay down now, I would be embarrassed.

However, it was difficult to fight against Nacha, who was turning over with trembling limbs. Even the justification was on the other side. It was strange to see her resist so fiercely, even though she was saying it was for her future plans.

My body flipped over like that, and I covered my face with my arms because I didn’t have the face to look at Nacha.

“Wow… What is this, Dad?”

I could tell without even looking. Natcha was looking at my dick right now and asking.

I tried to relax as much as possible, but when I thought about Nacha watching, I started to gain strength.

I thought it had grown to its limit, but it hadn’t. When I realized that Nacha was looking at me, my vagina started to throbbed as if my blood vessels were pulsing, and then it swelled up to the point where it hurt.

Nacha, who was watching the scene, lifted her foot again and placed it on the upright pillar.

As I slightly shifted my weight in that state and swayed, the sleeping man followed along as if dancing.

“Huh? What is this? I guess I need some explanation?”

“Ugh! Massage-”

I started to speak out of frustration for a moment, but as soon as I made eye contact with Natcha, my voice quickly changed to a crawling one.

Because it seemed like Natcha was still angry.

“That’s, it’s provocative… Sorry…”

“There’s something wrong with my massage technique?”

The problem… I wondered if this could even be called a massage in the first place.

The goal was to apply oil to the entire skin. As a result, it was stimulating only the skin and nerves, rather than the muscles.

It means that from the perspective of the person being treated, it just felt like a dirty thing.

“Then what should I do?”

What should I do? The goal is to release the knotted muscles and stimulate blood flow and muscle…

There were many ways that came to mind, but they were inadequate for explaining in words. I had to show them with my body, or at least have a book with drawings of human bodies.

“Can’t you do it for me like dad did yesterday?”

So the only thing I could tell you was to think back to yesterday’s experience, because I thought I had given a good massage back then.

After a moment of silence, Natcha lay down on top of my lying body.

Then he grabbed my arms and face with his hands, forced my gaze to meet his and asked.

“…How is it different?”

“Uh, yeah?”

They say that the eyes reflect a person’s emotions, and when I looked straight into her eyes, I could see what was inside.

I thought he was angry because of the atmosphere and the way he spoke, but that wasn’t the case. Even though he looked angry on the outside, I could tell by looking into his eyes.

“What’s the difference between the massage I got today and the one my dad got yesterday?”

There were many things I could have said. Like putting weight on it and pressing it, or that the massage position shouldn’t be like this… But I could tell that wasn’t the answer Nacha wanted.

There is no difference – those were the words that came out of my mouth after I finished thinking about it.

After hearing that, Nacha nodded as if it was the correct answer, then asked a second question.

“Then, what about me yesterday and my dad today?”

The look in her eyes as she looked at my vagina was relief and lust.