With these thoughts in mind, Sasaki nonchalantly pulled out a chair and sat next to her:
"You must have been quite frightened by what just happened, not even realizing I had come in."
Unable to speak out about her earlier embarrassment from accidentally stepping on his face and then him slapping her butt, Serizawa Yukiha, who was misunderstood by him, sat back down on the chair with a somewhat awkward twist of her still burning butt, then whispered softly in a voice as faint as a mosquito's.
"A little~"
Knowing she thought he had misunderstood, Sasaki hooked the corner of his mouth, leaned back in his chair, looked sideways at the scenery outside the window, and comforted softly.
"I'm still here, and as long as I am, I'll always protect you."
"Always?" Looking at his flawless side face facing the sun, the girl held back the shyness in her heart and asked.
Turning his head to look at her eyes full of anticipation and nervousness, Sasaki nodded slowly and firmly to her question: "Always!"
Receiving the answer she hoped for, Serizawa Yukiha felt her heartbeat pounding fiercely as she tilted her head slightly, using the hair on the side of her face to cover her blushing cheeks and then stretched out her pinky finger towards him in the sunlight.
"Pinky promise~"
"Pinky promise." Extending his finger, Sasaki's and her delicate, soft finger hooked together.
Gently shaking the intertwined fingers, the girl squinted her eyes and tilted her head:
"No lying, okay~"
Similarly shaking their fingers, the boy nodded.
"Once a promise is made, it must be kept."
After making the promise, Serizawa Yukiha, no longer distant from Sasaki, leaned back over the table again.
Observing her habit, similar to the idiot Chifuyu's, Sasaki reached out and pinched her shoulder:
"Does it hurt?"
Gathering the plumpness she had placed on the table, the girl shyly shrugged her shoulders and then nodded hesitantly.
Although she didn't mind being close to Sasaki, but the current relationship between the two made her feel a little weird.
They weren't exactly lovers, as there hadn't been any confession.
But they had already made a sort of promise.
And he had before…
Pursing her lips as if trying to savour a coolness that had long since faded, a flicker of confusion passed through the girl's eyes.
While she was lost in thought, having received her response, Sasaki stood up and came behind her.
Looking down at her snowy dumplings that were wider than her shoulders, the boy couldn't help but sigh.
It's no wonder they all want to lie down on the table from time to time.
With a thought of practicing what he had seen,
Sasaki stretched out his hand and placed it on Serizawa Yukiha's shoulder.
"I've seen some massage videos online; do you mind if I try it out?"
Though he said so, his hands were already kneading without any hesitation.
And the girl only hesitated for a moment.
Then, the relieving sensation that spread from her shoulders silenced her.
Feeling her stiff, sore shoulders relax under Sasaki's gentle kneading, for the first time, Serizawa Yukiha felt so comfortable she squinted her eyes and let out a slight groan.
"Mmm~"
"Not bad, right?"
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Through a thin layer of shirt, Sasaki felt the delicate silkiness under the clothes and asked with a smile.
"It really feels good~" Yukiha Serizawa, who didn't care about being reserved and felt as comfortable as soaking in a hot spring, responded softly.
After receiving the answer, the boy continued massaging at his own pace, gradually easing her fatigue.
Because, aside from Rinka, everyone around him were these big young women who couldn't see their feet while looking down.
Thus, whenever he had time, Sasaki would search for massage videos on his phone.
Massages can not only subtly enhance the relationship between two people but also create a charming atmosphere when needed, providing him with opportunities to initiate more intimate interactions.
So, no matter from any perspective, this was a skill he felt was essential and necessary to learn.
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On the other side of where Sasaki practiced his massage techniques inside a spacious activity room on the second floor of the club building.
Dozens of strikingly beautiful and graceful young women gathered together, practising movements that could make any onlooking boys' eyes widen in awe.
Although their clothes were of different colours and styles, but they were all either tight or loose yoga attire.
Leading the girls' movements at the front was a pretty young woman dressed in a light pink sports tank top and light blue yoga pants.
The girl's appearance was delicate and beautiful, her eyebrows soft and gentle, and she was the kind of person who would feel very gentle at a glance.
And her waist-length cherry blossom pink hair was tied in a sleek and brisk ponytail to not hinder her movements.
At the moment, the girl was demonstrating a position where one toe touched the ground, knees bent on the yoga mat, with both hands supporting her on the ground.
Because her yoga outfit was of the tight, moisture-wicking kind, in that crawling-like position,
The plump ass that was outlined so clearly was like the full moon slowly emerging from the hazy clouds.
It seemed this movement was completed.
As the girl gently shook her movement, the arms vertically bracing against the ground tilted slightly.
Her right knee slowly left the ground in a right-angle pose, lifting her moon-like butt high, and then the toes touching the ground began to perform a climbing motion.
And after this movement was completed,
her straight right leg slowly moved forward, coming between her hands, cushioning her rather proud ass.
Then, she touched the ground with her left knee, flatting the back of her foot.
Her forward-stretched body slowly straightened up, chest out, head up, arms slowly extending like a swan spreading its wings.
After completing this movement,
the girl stood up and turned to her side, facing her fellow club members who were copying her earlier movements.
The original club president was a third-year senior.
But because she needed to focus on preparing for university entrance exams and improving her grades,
Therefore, after Otome Sakuragi moved up to second-year high school, the task of leading the club members in practice was handed over to her as the vice president.
Having practised yoga since childhood, Otome Sakuragi's flexibility was excellent.
These movements were very easy for her to complete.
But for the new members who had joined not long ago and had little practice, it was easy to lose balance during these movements.
So, after demonstrating for them,
The girl walked around, correcting some of the members' improperly executed movements.
"Otome-senpai, how did I do? I'm pretty good, right?"
As soon as she reached the middle, Sakuragi Otome heard a clear and familiar inquiry from beside her.
Turning her head,
she saw Rinka dressed in a white tank top and black yoga pants, smiling cheekily at her.
Seeing the latter's movements, which matched her own in quality, she smiled helplessly: "Yes, yes, you've done well after a year of practice."
"Do you have to add the 'after a year' part~"
Listening to Sister Otome's perfunctory compliment, Okino Rinka bared her small fangs in dissatisfaction.
Previously, in order to please Okino Kazuki, she had consciously imitated whatever Otome Sakuragi did.
This naturally included the yoga that she had occasionally practiced since she was in junior high school.
Because there was no yoga club at the middle school, so before Otome reached High School, she had no idea that she was practicing such 'dirty' things secretly.
After finding out, Rinka, who was then in her third year of middle school, began to earnestly practice alongside Otome Sakuragi.
Now, a year had passed.
Since this was just a school club and yoga didn't involve competing, she could say that, aside from Otome Sakuragi, the experienced leader her movements were the most standard in the club.
Of course, the standard quality of her movements wasn't just due to her long practice time.
Her distinctively solid physique also played a significant part.
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Beside Rinka was Chifuyu Tsukimi, who had also been practicing for a year but still couldn't maintain her balance during the movements.
If she were calm, Tsukimi, who had practiced for a year, would be able to perform these simple movements.
However, this morning, for the very first time in her life, she received a gift from someone she cared about.
As a result, she was in a state of excitement and joy all day long.
Therefore, it was inevitable that there would be some non-standard movements.
Her unstable, trembling posture, coupled with those heavy watermelons shaking, naturally caught the attention of the girl next to her.
Though the school had started just over a month ago.
Rinka, who was naturally lively and full of energy, had quickly become acquainted with most of the club members.
She could easily recall everyone's names, even those she didn't talk to often.
And beside her was the invisible member of the club, Chifuyu Tsukimi.
Even though she was a senior who had joined a year earlier than Rinka,
due to the short duration of yoga club activities and her timid and shy nature, she rarely spoke with other club members and thus wasn't well-known among them.
But people get to know each other through conversation.
Eager to make friends, Rinka, noticing Tsukimi's unsteady movements, wanted to reach out and help.
But Sakuragi Otome, who was right next to her, was one step ahead of her.
"Rinka-chan, just sit still, I'll handle this."
Approaching Tsukimi,
Otome Sakuragi, who only knew her by name, carefully supported her and helped her find her centre of gravity.
"Be calm, and don't be impatient."
"Mmm~"
Suddenly finding herself so close to a stranger,
Tsukimi tensed up, her movements shifting slightly before she was steadied by a hand on her back and arm.
Smelling the pleasant cherry blossom scent from her side and hearing the gentle voice by her ear,
The girl shyly nodded in acknowledgment, then quietly sought her balance.
Due to her inner nervousness and bashfulness, she didn't turn her head to look at her vice president.
So, she didn't see Otome Sakuragi's suddenly widened eyes.
'Sneaky cat!'