Poor magical girls, work for me!

The air inside the hot spring seemed to thicken over time.

The fog in the air gradually rose.

Ryosuke Miyagi didn't give Kirion Nanatsuji any more time to mentally prepare herself.

Since we agreed to help the other party break the curse, I must do my best.

Only by improving one's own strength can one benefit oneself.

Now comes the most crucial part: the curse. The methods used will be far more intense than before.

Use your thumb to fully rub the ointment to distribute its medicinal properties.

Ryosuke Miyagi took a deep breath, the smell of sulfur mixed with the girl's milky scent filling his nostrils, making his temples throb.

But his large hands steadily covered the girl's slender back.

"Hold on tight to the stool."

As soon as he finished speaking, Ryosuke Miyagi placed his thumb, cool from the liniment, precisely on that important acupoint on his spine.

It's not a dot, but rather—a grind.

He ground with all his might, using his entire body to flex his muscles, causing Ryosuke Miyagi's arm muscles to taut out smooth lines.

"ah……!"

This was no longer a muffled groan, but a high-pitched scream that could not be suppressed at all.

It hurts so much.

In that instant, Nanatsuji Kirion felt a violent electric current surge wildly through her spine. It wasn't just pain; it was a throbbing, tingling sensation that shot straight to her scalp, accompanied by a numbing feeling that seemed to shake her very soul out of her body.

Her neck snapped back, and a soft sob escaped her fragile throat.

The hands that were gripping the edge of the stool tightly had knuckles that had turned white from the excessive force, and the neatly trimmed nails were almost embedded in the wood.

"It hurts so much...so much...I need to rest...rest..."

She begged for mercy incoherently, and tears welled up in her eyes instantly.

"Relax, this is the first step. This is the most congested area, just bear with it."

Ryosuke Miyagi's voice still sounded calm and professional, but the beads of sweat sliding down his forehead betrayed that he was not relaxed at the moment.

He was clearly not having an easy time. If you give someone a massage, you'll know that when you press acupoints with all your might, your own strength is being used up like crazy.

Moreover, in order to hold her body still as she trembled violently and tried to escape, Ryosuke Miyagi had to wrap his left hand around her from the side, hooking a large area of ​​her delicate skin under her ribs and holding her slender waist tightly.

The texture under my palm was surprisingly smooth.

The girl's skin flushed an alluring blush under the steam and intense stimulation of the hot spring. Sweat trickled down her spine and eventually gathered at his fingertips, making a "squeak, squeak" sound.

In the quiet bamboo grove, the ambiguous sound was amplified infinitely.

"Oh my god, that voice... listen to that pitiful sobbing. If you didn't know you were removing a curse, anyone who heard it would think you were doing something unspeakable to this underage witch."

Look at her toes, curled up like a few cute silkworms, and even her knees are trembling.

Even…look, as you press, something black mixed with sweat is flowing down, soaking the hem of that lotus-colored yukata. Tsk tsk tsk, what a horrible sight.

Ryosuke Miyagi began his frenzied assault, seizing this final opportunity. Success or failure hinged on this moment; he pressed every ounce of his strength against pressure points, and black liquid began to seep from his skin.

"Huff... Hah... No... I can't take it anymore... Let me go, let me go..."

Nanatsuji Kirion's consciousness began to dissipate.

Instinctively, I began to beg for mercy; this pain was a hundred times more painful than acupressure.

"The last few shots, hold on."

The wet hair that was originally tightly coiled on top of her head had a few strands loosened due to the violent struggle, sticking wetly to her sweaty back, the contrast between black and white, cold and hot, was stark.

"The last one."

Ryosuke Miyagi suddenly increased the pressure on his fingers!

按！

"Um……!!"

That was the girl's completely out-of-control scream.

With a violent spasm, Nanatsuji Kirion felt as if all the silt in her body had been shaken apart in that instant, turning into a torrent of heat that poured out along her limbs and bones.

Then, it felt like all the bones had been removed.

She didn't even have the strength to sit up straight; her whole body slumped backward.

Because behind him was Ryosuke Miyagi.

Almost instinctively, Ryosuke Miyagi reached out and steadily supported her body.

The girl's smooth, warm, bare back bumped directly against his half-open yukata chest.

Skin to skin.

ho...

ho...

Heh...

Nanatsuji Kirion's breathing began to steady. Then, the two of them were very close, and the breath she exhaled hit his neck.

Oh, what kind of pose is that!

She was almost completely held in your arms; her slender waist and her body, limp from exhaustion, were the perfect embrace.

Her head rested limply on your shoulder, her slightly open eyes filled with tears, her face flushed with a sickly pallor, and even... you looked down and saw the neckline of her lotus-colored yukata...

It's no wonder that such a powerful curse was removed; even the location was chosen so well.

Now, if you want, you can even...

Ryosuke Miyagi's arm stiffened for a moment.

Nanatsuji Kirion seemed to still be reeling from the massive impact. Her eyes were somewhat dazed, like a wounded little animal, completely dependent on the man behind her.

Even unconsciously, for her own comfort, she snuggled closer to Ryosuke Miyagi.

This state lasted for about a minute before Nanatsuji Kirion's voice slowly began to ring out.

"Thanks……"

The voice had a strong nasal tone.

This time it really hurt so much I cried.

……

"Don't move around too much."

Ryosuke Miyagi's voice was somewhat hoarse, and his Adam's apple bobbed up and down.

The girl was as soft as a freshly pounded rice cake, almost completely hanging in his arms.

On that once flawless white back, several shocking black marks now meandered—these were "blockages" forcibly forced out, exuding a disgusting dark aura, yet in a way, they made the surrounding reddened skin even more alluring.

"Dirty..."

Nanatsuji Kirion, still half asleep, tried to reach out to wipe it, but Miyagi Ryosuke grabbed her wrist.

"Don't touch it, it's poisonous."

He forcibly averted his gaze from the neckline of her yukata, which clung tightly to her body due to sweat—there, the delicate curves of her breasts were faintly visible with her rapid breathing, a test of even a saint's composure.

Ryosuke Miyagi supported her with one hand, and with the other hand reached into the wooden bucket beside him, scooping up a spoonful of warm spring water.

Splash...

The water cascaded down.

"ah……!"

The warm spring water poured onto her back, which had just experienced intense stimulation, causing Nanatsuji Kirion to shudder violently. Her already weak legs became even more unsteady, and her ten rounded toes gripped the pebbles on the ground tightly, making a soft scraping sound.

"Bear with it, make sure to rinse these off completely, there can't be any residue."

Ryosuke Miyagi placed his hand on it.

With his palm moistened by warm water, he slid down her spine, wiping away the black stains little by little.

This process was simply another kind of torture.

The sensation of her fingertips gliding across her skin was so vivid that with each touch, Nanatsuji Kirion couldn't help but let out a soft, whimpering sound. The sound echoed in the spacious, semi-open-air hot spring, carrying the damp steam, seeping into one's ears and making one's heart itch with desire.

Oh... this scene is simply a work of art.

Look, as the stains are washed away, what's revealed is skin flushed from your caresses. Water droplets slide down that alluring crevice... tracing the curve of her waist, even... the rounded contours of that side are clearly visible. She's shivering, is it from the cold, or from your burning hands?