The night, like silk dyed with ink, gently enveloped the entire Tracen Academy.
But inside the Student Council office, the lights burned bright and the atmosphere was as scorching as a summer racetrack.
The enormous desk, a symbol of authority, had been cleared.
In its place, there were several soft and comfortable yoga mats, and professional massage tables spread out on the floor.
The decadent specially blended scent from Agnes Tachyon, rumored to increase human muscle relaxation efficiency by 23.8% while increasing sensory acuity by 17.5%, emanated from the diffuser, turning the entire office into a luxurious and throbbing temporary therapy room.
The five top-tier Umas, who had been playing the role of "plaintiffs," had now changed into loose casual clothes or sleeveless sports t-shirts and shorts, clothing with loose cuts to facilitate the massage.
Each occupied advantageous positions, like a group of elegant but hungry cheetahs, with their burning and greedy gazes fixed firmly on the only and unfortunate "technician" in the center: Kaito.
Meanwhile, Kaito, with the "loving" help of his "lead therapy assistant," Rice Shower, was tragically and heroically performing his final warm-up exercises before the massage.
His expression was exactly like that of a brave samurai about to rush toward a hot spring village... no, about to rush toward the battlefield.
A sweet and suffocating war was about to begin.
"Ahem" TM Opera O cleared her throat.
As one of the initiators of the "punishment," she presented a document drafted overnight by the five of them, which reeked of capitalist exploitation.
"Detailed Implementation Rules V1.0 for Punitative Rehabilitation Therapy in Relation to Boss Kaito's Embezzlement and Favoritism"
She read the key clauses in a bombastic and poetic tone:
"Article 1: The total duration of this 'Punitive Rehabilitation Therapy' shall be 180 minutes, with a margin of error not exceeding 30 seconds, each plaintiff shall equally enjoy 30 minutes of 'Exclusive Deep Massage Time,' as well as an additional 'Coordinated Collective Relaxation Time' not included in the total duration"
"Article 2: During the exclusive period, the plaintiff has the right to designate any part of the body she deems reasonable to receive deep therapy from the defendant, the defendant may not refuse for any reason"
"Article 3: To ensure the concentration and impartiality of the therapy, the defendant is strictly prohibited from maintaining non-essential eye contact for more than three seconds with any other 'plaintiff' while performing exclusive therapy for a specific 'plaintiff'"
"Article 4: The lead therapy assistant, Rice Shower, shall be responsible for comprehensive time management and supervision, and shall have the preemptive right to interpret 'reasonableness,' ensuring that all the above clauses are executed with the utmost rigor"
Hearing these "Punishment Rules," which rivaled the Treaty of Versailles, Kaito felt that his life for the next three hours had completely sunk into an endless darkness.
Good grief!
This is not a punishment!
It is deliberate exhaustion!
Did they even regulate eye contact?!
Are they demons?! orz"
First round: VS Gold City (A duel of strength and sweat)
"Hmph, I'll go first!"
Gold City was the first, collapsing unceremoniously onto the center massage table.
Her tanned skin, which looked even firmer being damp with sweat, shone with a healthy glow under the lights.
"Hey, bastard! I want the maximum level! Maximum strength!"
She turned and looked at Kaito with defiance.
"Start from my waist and massage me! If you don't satisfy me, you're dead!"
Kaito breathed deeply and covered her waist, a region full of amazing explosive power and elegant contours, with his hands.
This was a double test of strength and technique!
He had to use all his skill, pushing the power and penetration of his [Master Level Massage Technique] to the limit just to barely satisfy the demands of this "Queen."
Soon, fine beads of sweat began to seep from his forehead.
Second round: VS Air Groove (A symphony of discomfort and indulgence)
When it was Air Groove's turn, her expression was still uncomfortable and stubborn.
As Kaito worked to relax her shoulders and neck, which were stiff from prolonged high tension, he could clearly feel her tense body softening bit by bit.
"Hmph... the strength is decent... it's, it's a bit more professional than I imagined"
Although she was clearly so comfortable she was almost purring like a kitten, she retained the last vestiges of her dignity as "Head of Her Majesty's Guard."
While enjoying the massage, she feigned disdain, with a suspicious blush on her usually serious face.
Her expression was the perfect combination of discomfort and tenderness.
Third round: VS Agnes Tachyon (The collapse of logic and sensation)
Agnes Tachyon, for her part, turned this "punishment" into a rigorous scientific experiment.
Her body was covered with various micro-sensors (heart rate, galvanic skin response, brain wave activity), all data was transmitted in real-time to the data panel next to her.
When Kaito's fingers pressed a certain sensitive acupuncture point on her body...
"Oh...! Ah, oh! That's the spot! Dopamine secretion instantly increased by 15.7%! Hippocampal activity strengthened by 9.8%! I see, stimulating the vagus nerve indirectly through this point... This is fantastic! Data acquisition successful! Do it again!"
She treated the maximum physical pleasure as a valuable and reproducible scientific experiment, and her gaze toward Kaito was full of the desire to explore the "unknown domain."
Fourth round: VS TM Opera O (A concert of art and desire)
When it was TM Opera O's turn, the style instantly became very sensual.
She lay face down on the yoga mat, her elegant figure looking like a perfect piece of art.
"No, not like that"
She responded to Kaito's movements with a suggestive groan, like an aria.
"Kaito-kun, your technique must be full of rhythm, as if you were performing the most passionate Waltz"
Following the rhythm of Kaito's pressure, she even emitted rising and falling sounds, in motion, as if singing an opera, continuously stimulating Kaito's already tense nerves with various provocative words.
This was no longer therapy.
It was, instead, a piece of performance art, dominated by her, full of desire and aesthetics.
In this extreme "multi-tasking" challenge, Rice Shower also took full advantage of her privilege as "Lead Assistant."
When Kaito was soaked in sweat, she would immediately trot over, gently wipe his sweat with a soft towel, and hand him the warm water she had prepared, her large watery eyes filling with adoration: "My big brother is so amazing"
"Big brother, you have worked hard"
When Gold City demanded Kaito to "press a little harder, just a little bit," Rice Shower immediately pulled out the "Punishment Rules," frowned like a miniature adult, and reminded her in a low voice:
"I apologize, Miss Gold City, according to the supplementary explanation of Article 2, Clause 3 of the Rules, that aspect has slightly exceeded the scope of what is reasonable"
She used the "rules" to precisely and legitimately interrupt all "excessive demands" from the other "Sisters" who were trying to cross the boundaries.
This provoked even more intense and jealous death stares from the others.
The gazes they directed at Rice Shower seemed to say:
"You little brat, you're relying on your big brother's support! Just you wait! Next week is our turn!"
Finally, just as Kaito felt his waist and fingers were about to break, the time came for the last person and the ultimate initiator of this "trial."
Symboli Rudolf.
Unlike the previous characters, Rudolf did not make any difficult or strange requests.
She simply lay quietly, like a true cat, on the most comfortable massage table, allowing Kaito to do as he wished.
But it was that damnable and excessive silence that gave Kaito the greatest, and at the same time the sweetest, pressure.
Because he could clearly feel the four pairs of eyes that had just been "attended to" nearby, now staring fixedly, without blinking, at every inch of his palm pressed against Her Majesty's body.
As he massaged Rudolf's elegant shoulders and neck, Kaito could feel that every inch of her skin transmitted the most complete and unreserved relaxation and trust.
This silent and complete surrender had more impact than any provocative words.
The three-hour "punishment" was about to end.
Kaito performed the final relaxation movement for Rudolf, breathed a sigh of relief, and prepared for his glorious conclusion.
Just as he was about to stand up and declare "sentence served"—
Rudolf, who had been lying quietly, suddenly turned her head.
With a voice that only the two of them could hear, with a hint of post-sleep languor and deep amusement, she whispered sweetly in his ear:
"Mr. Chief Rehabilitation Therapist"
"The 'group therapy' during the day had very significant results"
"However..."
"As the one primarily responsible for this incident, I believe my heart problem requires a more specific, more private, and personalized definitive therapy"
!!!
This statement was undoubtedly the clearest, most intimate, and most undeniable... late-night invitation!
Before Kaito could respond, Rudolf slowly sat up, resuming the serene and elegant posture of the Student Council President.
Looking at her still unsatisfied "comrades" nearby, she announced in an unquestionable tone:
"All right, according to the Rules, the duration of this punitive therapy has ended and is concluded"
"Everyone, you may leave now"
As she said these words, her gaze remained fixed on Kaito.
That look contained the undeniable majesty proper to Her Majesty.
And a trace of tenderness, belonging to a girl, full of anticipation and invitation... that only Kaito could understand.
Although Gold City and the others were extremely reluctant, the "judgment" had been executed and they could find no reason to stay.
They could only glare fiercely at Kaito one by one, while frantically calculating internally how they could "intensify" the punishment next week when it was their turn, and return today's portion with interest!
Shortly after.
Only Kaito and Rudolf remained in the enormous Student Council office.
( Rice Shower, very perceptive, was the first to slip away, blushing, with the excuse: "I'll first prepare a late-night snack and clean clothes for my big brother!")
Rudolf rose slowly and walked toward Kaito, who was almost exhausted.
She extended her slender hand and personally wiped the last drops of sweat from his forehead.
Then, she took his hand and led him toward the room in the deepest part of the Student Council office.
The private lounge that belongs to the President herself, equipped with top-tier resting facilities and never before opened to any outsider.
The door closed slowly.
Completely sealing out all the clamor, jealousy, and reluctance from the outside.
A final and more complete "cure," belonging only to "Her Majesty" and the "Mortal"... was about to formally begin.