Poor magical girls, work for me!

The next day at 2:55 PM.

There was a knock on Ryosuke Miyagi's apartment door.

As agreed, Yukio Matsushima arrived at the apartment for special training.

The door opened, and she stood awkwardly outside.

Today she was wearing another light gray loose-fitting knit sweater, the neckline slightly open, revealing a section of her delicate collarbone.

She wore a dark blue knee-length skirt, revealing slender calves beneath the hem, and clean white ankle socks.

Her hair wasn't tied up like it was for work; instead, it was naturally draped over her shoulders, with a few stray strands falling across her forehead.

He was carrying a small cloth bag, probably containing a change of clothes or something similar.

"Ryosuke-kun, good afternoon... I didn't see you this morning, were you working at the convenience store..."

Her voice trailed off.

Since he started earning 3 silver coins a day, Ryosuke Miyagi has quit his job as the manager of the FamilyMart convenience store.

"I quit."

"Is it because of me?"

Ryosuke Miyagi was about to explain the voice in his head when he remembered...

Our magical girl senior is going for the "girl next door" look today. Look how nervous she is, her fingers are twisting the hem of her clothes. Even though it's just a leg massage, she's probably already rehearsed eight hundred different scenarios in her mind.

[Reward: Lion Patrolling Territory (Even if you're not the store manager, entering your apartment is still entering your territory. You can bravely patrol your territory like a lion. Head held high, chest out, maximum presence!)]

Ryosuke Miyagi stepped aside to make way for the doorway.

"Senior Yukio, please come in."

Matsushima Yukio stepped into the house, her eyes quickly scanning the small apartment.

The desk, bed, simple wardrobe, mini-fridge... compared to her capsule dormitory, it was only slightly larger.

It was clean and tidy, with a faint smell of laundry detergent.

This was her first time visiting Ryosuke Miyagi's home.

"Senior, please have a seat."

Ryosuke Miyagi pointed to the chair next to the bed.

Matsushima Yukio sat down obediently, placing her hands on her knees and keeping her back straight, like a primary school student.

Ryosuke Miyagi sat down opposite her, holding the Witcher's Handbook in his hand.

"Senior Yukio, I already told you about today's special training on the phone yesterday. As for the content of the training, it should be..."

Ryosuke Miyagi did not provide a detailed explanation.

"Special, special training..."

"Hmm. Your current level is 2, which is the lowest among the magical girls I know."

Matsushima Yukio lowered her head.

"I...I know. I will try my best, but even though I've been hunting monsters very hard, my magic power just won't increase..."

"If you're putting your efforts in the wrong direction, no amount of effort will help."

Ryosuke Miyagi took a piece of paper out of the drawer and handed it to her.

"Senior, see for yourself."

Matsushima Yukio took the manual and her eyes fell on the lines of text.

【Magic Unblocking - Lower Limb Meridian Massage】

Leg massage

[Private Space]

Her face flushed red at a visible speed.

"This, this is..."

"The main reason your magic power isn't increasing is in your lower limbs; the meridians are severely blocked. If you don't clear these blockages, no matter how much you practice, your magic power limit won't rise."

"In other words, without special training, your level will never improve. That's why I invited you to my apartment."

"So a massage is needed. It helps to loosen up those blockages, allowing the magic to flow smoothly throughout the body."

Matsushima Yukio stared at those lines of text, her lips moved as if she wanted to say something, but she couldn't utter a word.

What is she thinking?

She thought: So that's how it is... It's to increase my strength... It's for my own good...

But another voice in my head said: But... but if I massage your legs... do I have to take off my socks? Do I have to... do I have to touch your legs?

Her toes are curled up, you see.

Ryosuke Miyagi lowered his head instinctively.

I saw a pair of feet wearing white ankle socks, the toes curled tightly, making the socks look taut.

"Senior Yukio."

"Yes, yes!"

Matsushima Yukio turned around abruptly and sat up straight nervously.

"If you feel this isn't suitable, we can try another method. But it might not be as effective, and it will take longer."

Matsushima Yukio raised her head, her cheeks slightly flushed, and spoke!

"I...I can cooperate!"

She said in a low voice.

"That's good."

Ryosuke Miyagi stood up and took a small porcelain bottle from his desk drawer.

This is the same type of meridian-clearing ointment I used on Nanatsuji Kirion last time.

"Take off your socks, lift your skirt above your knees, and sit on the edge of the bed."

"……good."

Matsushima Yukio took a deep breath, bent down, hooked her fingers around the top of the sock, and slowly pulled down the white ankle sock.

First the heel, then the ankle, and then the entire instep.

Those feet were exposed to the air.

Her skin was very white, almost transparent, and you could see the fine blue veins on the back of her feet.

Her toes were long and slender, her nails were neatly trimmed, and she wore a light coat of clear nail polish.

Because of nervousness, my toes curled up slightly, like five shy children huddled together.

She folded the socks and put them aside, then placed her hands on the edge of the bed and slowly moved to sit down.

She lifted a corner of her skirt, revealing her calves below the knees.

The calves have smooth lines, not the skinny type, but with a thin layer of muscle—probably from standing for long periods of time at work. The skin is also fair, with a slight pinkish tinge behind the knees.

The phrase "beauty is food for the eyes" has become perfectly embodied. You decide to hold those delicate, pink feet in your hands and savor them. (This is a perfect opportunity; no one would pass it up.)

"Go a little higher, you need to press down to the thigh."

"……Um."

The skirt was lifted up a little more, revealing most of her thighs.

Matsushima Yukio's face was already flushed red, and she lowered her head, not daring to look at Miyagi Ryosuke.

Ryosuke Miyagi knelt down in front of her, opened the small porcelain bottle, and a cool, slightly spicy scent filled the air.

He applied the ointment to his palms, rubbed them together to warm them, and then—

He grasped her left ankle.

Matsushima Yukio trembled.

That ankle was very slender; Ryosuke Miyagi could easily encircle it with one hand. The skin was smooth and slightly cool.

"Relax. Tension will make your muscles tense and unable to relax."

"I...I'll try my best..."

Ryosuke Miyagi pressed his thumb onto a pressure point on the sole of her foot, the force penetrating her entire body.

"ah……!"

Matsushima Yukio couldn't help but gasp softly.

It was a sensation that was both sour and numb, shooting from the soles of my feet straight to the top of my head, making my whole body go limp.

"It's very silted up here."

While pressing the area, Ryosuke Miyagi asked, "Does this area often hurt when you're standing?"

It's not that the blockage is severe; you simply want to hear that strange noise so your neighbors will mistakenly think you're performing some kind of mysterious "ritual."

"Yes, a little... but I'm used to it..."

"Habits are not a good thing."

He continued to press down with his thumb, gradually pressing along the meridians on the sole of his foot.

A tingling, numb sensation surged up in waves, and Matsushima Yukio bit her lower lip, trying hard not to make any strange noises.

But his toes kept curling and stretching uncontrollably.

Look at what a dedicated boss!

[While carefully analyzing the blockage of the spiritual veins, he drew circles on the soles of the magical girl's feet with his thumb. Come on, let's draw a dragon on the left and a rainbow on the right together~]

[The way those toes are curled up, doesn't it look like five little white rabbits dancing?]

[And her face...tsk tsk, it was so red it was practically steaming.]

Please shut up, I'm not a saint!

Dorm room, alone together, ambiguous relationships... It's too dangerous!