"Uh... that, Illya. You don't have to do this, I think I'm fine, no need to do this."
After her run, Shiori was pulled by Illya to sit on a nearby grassy slope. Illya then knelt in front of her, lifted her foot, and gently massaged it.
"No, Shiori. If you don't massage them after exercise, your thighs can easily get thicker. And you're someone who doesn't exercise for long periods, so this long-distance run was a bit too much for you."
"I don't think you want your legs to look like a bodybuilder's, do you? Or do you think muscles suit you better?"
Illya smiled, rejecting Shiori's request, as she massaged Shiori's leg muscles.
Shiori couldn't help but imagine her thighs getting thicker, and then changing back into her female clothes. She had to admit, that image was truly 'too beautiful,' making Shiori shiver and shake her head frantically.
From a Boy's perspective, Shiori was the type with delicate skin and tender flesh, a bit like a 'pretty boy.'
But from a girl's perspective, Shiori's legs were very slender. Although she didn't specially maintain them, she also didn't have excessive muscle, making them in a perfect state.
Shiori looked at Illya, who was massaging her legs, with a hint of shyness. Although she knew Illya was doing this for her own good, she had never experienced such affectionate treatment before.
Even Kotori in her previous Angel state had never done such a thing, and Shiori wasn't used to foot baths, so this was her first time having her legs held by someone.
It had to be said, Illya's technique was excellent; it didn't cause her any pain, and was even a little comfortable.
Gradually, Shiori could clearly feel the soreness in her legs subsiding, and her tense emotions slowly relaxed.
[Whoosh!]
As Shiori closed her eyes, a whooshing sound came, and something was flying towards Shiori's face at an incredibly fast speed.
Just as the object was about to hit Shiori, a pair of slender hands blocked it in front of Shiori, stopping the object that could have struck her.
Shiori opened her eyes and saw Illya's hand in front of her, holding a ball. She knew without a doubt that the sound just now was caused by this object.
Thinking that the ball could have hit her, a drop of cold sweat ran down Shiori's face.
"Uh, thank you, Illy..."
"Hehehe~ How careless! How could you be so clumsy? What if you accidentally hit someone?"
Just as Shiori was about to express her gratitude, Illya suddenly stood up from the ground, a brilliant smile on her face, looking at the group of Boys playing dodgeball.
The dodgeball had been thrown by those Boys, likely because they were annoyed that Shiori was enjoying Illya's massage, and couldn't stand it, so they did something like that.
In a place Shiori didn't notice, Illya's hair was tied into twin tails, and the hair clips were constantly scattering specks of light. Was this her illusion?
Illya only lightly threw the dodgeball in her hand, but it flew back with even greater speed than before, slamming heavily into one of the Boy's heads.
Using that Boy's head as a pivot, the dodgeball then bounced to others, repeating this process until all the Boys playing dodgeball had fallen down.
"No way? It's not a movie."
The surrounding students all witnessed this scene, looking incredulously at the dodgeball rolling on the ground.
It was just an ordinary dodgeball; did it have an auto-aim cheat? This was a bit too abnormal.
"Alright, this should be enough. This way, your legs won't hurt, Shiori, and you won't feel soreness in your legs when you wake up tomorrow."
"Oh... Oh! Thank you, Illya."
Shiori stood up dazedly from the ground, moving her legs. They indeed felt much better than before.
"It's alright, I only do these things because I want to. However, if you want to thank me, please help me too."
"Eh?"
Shiori didn't quite understand what Illya meant, when she saw Illya sit down in Shiori's previous spot, take off her sneakers, and extend her small feet, clad in white over-the-knee socks, towards her.
"So, could I trouble you to give me a massage now, Shiori?"
"This... isn't this improper?"
Shiori's eyebrows twitched. She felt the situation was developing in a very strange direction.
Facing Illya's small feet clad in white over-the-knee socks, Shiori couldn't help but swallow.
Although they were both girls, this action made her feel a dryness in her throat, and an unimaginable shyness welled up in her heart.
Was Illya beautiful? Of course she was. Not only beautiful, but also very cute.
Her petite body and non-Asian appearance made her an instant popular figure at Laichan Middle School, despite having only recently arrived.
Shiori had never been able to understand why Boys liked girls wearing black or white stockings. Perhaps it was because she was also a girl, but in any case, she couldn't comprehend the behavior of constantly staring at girls' stockings.
Isn't it just a pair of ordinary socks? Why do those Boy/Male Students look like they've lost their souls? So strange.
But now she finally understood the power of over-the-knee socks; even she, a girl, couldn't resist, let alone Boy/Male Students.
"What's wrong? Are you looking down on me, Shiori? I've already massaged your legs, so can't you help me out? I don't want my thighs to get thick."
"..."
Well, she was almost at a point of no return. If Shiori still refused Illya now, it would be a bit unreasonable.
Having no other choice, Shiori knelt down, placed her hands on Illya's legs, and began to knead.
"Mm... Ah..."
"Hehehe~ That tickles, Shiori, you've hit a sensitive spot."
"S-Sorry, I've never done this before, so I have no experience."
Shiori explained somewhat flustered, thinking she had hurt Illya, and spoke with a hint of nervousness.
"It's okay, experts with rich experience also started as beginners and gradually improved. Just take your time. Don't be nervous, just do as I say."
"I... I understand."
Encouraged by Illya, Shiori gradually calmed down and began to seriously massage Illya's legs.
It must be said that Shiori was very good at this kind of meticulous work. Just by telling her a few key points, Shiori gradually mastered the technique, making Illya nod in satisfaction.
Just then, Shiori felt the sun being blocked, as if someone had come up behind her.
Turning around, Shiori saw Tohka standing there, hands on her hips, cheeks puffed out, looking at her and Illya with a displeased expression.
"Shi-Shiori! What are you doing?! Why are you touching her legs?!"
"To-Tohka! Don't misunderstand, it's just that Illya just massaged my legs, so I'm doing this in return. There's no other meaning."
Shiori said nervously, if Tohka's spiritual power accidentally went out of control, everyone on the sports field would be in trouble.
"Is that so?"
Tohka didn't know the reason why Shiori was massaging Illya's legs; she just felt uncomfortable.
From the run earlier until now, Tohka had been enduring, not wanting to cause trouble for Shiori.
But after seeing Shiori and Illya's intimate actions, she couldn't hold back anymore.
Tohka kept staring at Shiori's hands on Illya's legs, her eyes darted, and an idea formed in her mind.
She sat next to Illya, took off her shoes, and also extended her feet towards Shiori.
"Th-That, Tohka. What are you..."
A bad premonition arose, Shiori couldn't help but swallow, asking with a somewhat forced smile.
"I want you to massage my legs too, Shiori! Can you massage hers but not mine?"
"That's not what I mean."
Facing Tohka's gaze, Shiori couldn't say, "I can't massage you."
Couldn't she just look at the gazes of her classmates around her? From just now, the attention of the whole class was focused here. If this continued, it would be very difficult for her.
She knew Tohka was jealous of what she was doing for Illya. Pure-hearted Tohka's purpose in doing this was simply to prevent Shiori from excluding herself.
"Oh my~ Oh my~ Something interesting seems to be happening. How about letting me join in?"
A charming voice came, and Kurumi sat on Illya's other side, took off her shoes, and stretched out her leg.
"Could Shiori also give me a massage? My legs are a bit sore from running too fast just now."
'Who are you kidding?'
Shiori grumbled inwardly, 'How could your legs be sore? You're a Spirit! How could your physique be so bad that you can't handle running this short distance?'
Just now during the run, she was chatting and laughing with Illya at the very front, and after finishing, she stood aside as if nothing had happened. How could her legs possibly be sore?
The situation wasn't over yet. Just as Shiori was grumbling inwardly, another person appeared: Tobiichi Origami sat next to Tohka, mimicking them and extending her leg.
"Origami, you..."
"My legs are sore. If Shiori doesn't massage them, they'll be aching tomorrow, and I might not even be able to go to school."
"But, your physical fitness isn't..."
"Ah~ You can massage others, but you can't massage me. As Shiori's girlfriend, don't I even have this right?"
She said words that made Shiori's head ache with a poker face. Why was this girl still fixated on the 'girlfriend' trope? It was just for practice back then!
Four beautiful girls with different personalities extended their right legs towards her. If someone with a particular fetish saw this scene, they would probably rush up and lick them like puppies.
It must be said, the destructive power of this scene was truly immense. Shiori felt her heart couldn't take it.
Especially since everyone was still wearing their gym clothes, and with the pants resembling panties, this scene became somewhat R-rated.
At the same time, a large number of piercing gazes were focused on Shiori, making the already somewhat hot weather even more sweltering.
"P-Please spare me."
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