Poor magical girls, work for me!

Ryosuke Miyagi not only had to pay attention to his technique and strength, but also had to control his eyes from looking around, and even had a narrator constantly disturbing his mind.

He's having such a hard time...

After massaging the soft, white soles of his feet, his hand moved upwards. Twilight began to scan as well…

Matsushima Yukio naturally noticed Miyagi Ryosuke's gaze and instinctively reached out to tug at her clothes, trying to cover herself...

It can be accompanied by finger pressure!

ankle.

按！

Calf muscles!

Matsushima Yukio was in so much pain that she had to try to distract herself.

clack clack...

Having found the point, Ryosuke Miyagi used some force to loosen the stiff muscles.

"Ugh...!"

This time it really hurt.

Matsushima Yukio was almost in tears.

Is special massage training really that tough?

碾。

rub.

push.

You thought it was over, but it was just the beginning!

Ultimate Technique!!

Two dragons drawing water!

The advanced massage techniques came in handy again at this moment. Ryosuke Miyagi's hands lashed out wildly like a machine gun, at an extremely fast speed.

If a high-speed camera were available, it would be clearly visible that his fingers rapidly tapped the acupoints and then quickly pulled back, his arm muscles taut to the extreme. The veins on his temples bulged.

Two dragons! Fetch water!!

Under the impact!

Matsushima Yukio was trembling all over, with fine beads of sweat on her forehead and a few strands of hair sticking to her cheeks.

After the round ended, Ryosuke Miyagi relaxed, sat back, and took deep breaths to recover from the exertion.

After the violent impact abruptly stopped, Matsushima Yukio was momentarily disoriented. Her feet unconsciously moved closer to Miyagi Ryosuke's hand.

Instinctively wanting more.

After the pain subsided, a strange warmth spread from my calves to my whole body, like a long-blocked river channel finally being cleared, with water rushing through.

A warm current...

"Okay, it seems... it doesn't hurt as much anymore..."

She said in a low voice.

"Because it's been cleared."

Unblock...unblock...

Wait, what? It's cleared up? What are you guys talking about?

Ryosuke Miyagi didn't look up; his hand continued to move upwards.

Above the knee.

It came to the thigh.

"Also, for those who are more sensitive..."

"Okay, please continue!"

Matsushima Yukio's body stiffened for a moment.

With its head turned to the side and its little feet thrust forward, the meaning couldn't be clearer.

Ryosuke Miyagi placed his palm on the skin on the back of her thigh and began to press.

There is also stagnation there.

It's more serious than in the calves.

"With such severe blockage, no wonder my magic level can't be increased."

My thighs have accumulated too much fatigue.

"It might hurt a lot next, but I'm holding on."

"……Um."

Matsushima Yukio responded sweetly.

Ryosuke Miyagi took a deep breath, put his thumbs together, and aimed them at the deepest lumps.

Slam! Ultimate! Ora!

In an instant, Ryosuke Miyagi's eyes sharpened, his muscles tensed, and his index finger pressed down sharply like a hammer.

Press.

"what!"

This was incredibly painful.

Matsushima Yukio couldn't help but cry out.

It was an uncontrollable sound that overflowed from deep within the throat.

It hurts so much.

It felt so...comfortable.

Two completely different feelings intertwined, leaving her mind blank.

Ryosuke Miyagi used his thumbs to press, knead, and push alternately, gradually breaking up the long-accumulated blockage.

Black liquid seeped from under the skin—it was impurities from the spiritual veins that had been forced out.

Matsushima Yukio was speechless.

She tilted her head back, breathing heavily, the knitted sweater on her chest heaving violently with each breath.

Tears silently streamed down her face.

But she didn't let Miyagi Ryosuke stop.

Because she could feel that as those impurities were expelled, the magic power within her body was flowing at an unprecedented speed. Her level was slowly increasing!

It really works!

This feeling...

"Almost done."

Ryosuke Miyagi's voice pulled her back from her daze.

"It's over."

He exerted force with both hands at the same time!

"Um!"

Matsushima Yukio leaned softly against the wall at the head of the bed.

I'm out of strength.

The black impurities were completely removed.

But her skin was even whiter and smoother than before, like a peeled egg.

Ryosuke Miyagi stood up and shook his aching wrist.

"it's over."

He glanced at the time.

Exactly sixty minutes.

[Ding! Special training complete!]

[Employee: Yukio Matsushima]

[Special Training Effect: Level increased to 3, maximum mana increased by 15%, casting speed increased by 10%]

[Benefits from Feedback: Psionic Energy +2, Ice Resistance +5%]

[Affection level change: 48→55 (Trust+)]

[Note: You've saved another magical girl's career. Of course, you used your hand, not anything else.]

Fortunately, she doesn't seem to have much strength left to resist. If you're going to do anything, there are only two words... while it's hot!

Ryosuke Miyagi closed the manual and looked at Yukio Matsushima, who was still panting on the bed.

Her eyes were somewhat unfocused, her cheeks were flushed, and there were still tear stains at the corners of her eyes.

But those eyes shone with an astonishing light.

"Ryosuke-kun..."

She spoke, her voice hoarse.

"Thank you."

Ryosuke Miyagi nodded.

"Take a break, then go take a shower. The bathroom is over there."

He pointed to the bathroom door.

Matsushima Yukio tried to stand up, but her legs gave way and she sat back down.

"I...I have no strength in my legs..."

"That's normal. It will be fine once your blood circulation picks up."

Ryosuke Miyagi walked to the desk, poured a glass of water, and handed it to her.

Matsushima Yukio took it and drank it in small sips.

The warm water flowed down her throat, slowly bringing her back to her senses.

She looked down at her legs.

Her skin was fair and smooth, with pink fingerprints still visible from the massage.

But that sense of heaviness completely disappeared.

Instead, there is an unprecedented lightness.

She tried moving her toes.

flexible.

He moved his ankle again.

Try standing up again—

This time, she stood firmly.

"It's really... amazing."

She looked down at her legs and murmured to herself.

Ryosuke Miyagi leaned against the desk, watching her.

"How are you feeling?"

"It feels...like I got a new pair of legs."

Matsushima Yukio looked up and met his gaze.

This time, she did not dodge.

In those chestnut-colored eyes, there was gratitude, trust, and an emotion that was hard to describe.

"Ryosuke-kun, thank you so much."

"You're welcome. You're my employee, and it's my job to help you improve your skills."

Ryosuke Miyagi spoke calmly, as if stating a fact.

But Matsushima Yukio knew it wasn't just that.

She remembered that in that abandoned villa, he faced the evil god alone, overturned the table, and said, "If we can't reach an agreement, then let's not talk about it."

She remembered that night at the convenience store when he took out three silver coins and said, "This is for the maid."

She remembered how he had knelt down in front of her just now, carefully massaging every blockage.

This person...

"that……"

She opened her mouth, but then didn't know what to say.

Ryosuke Miyagi glanced at her.

"Could you help me to the shower? Or... help me..."

The three words, "Help me," were almost uttered in a pinched voice, pitifully small.