Poor magical girls, work for me!

The bathroom door was half open, and warm yellow light leaked out from the crack after the button was turned on.

"Help...help me..."

Matsushima Yukio assumed that Miyagi Ryosuke hadn't heard.

He repeated it softly once more.

Matsushima Yukio stood at the bathroom doorway, one hand on the doorframe, the other pressed against her chest. Her head was down, her hair slightly disheveled, a few strands damp with sweat clinging to her cheeks and neck.

The bathroom light shone from behind her, making the outline of her knitwear exceptionally clear.

The sweat-soaked fabric clung to her back, outlining the smooth curve of her spine.

"Can you walk?"

Matsushima Yukio tried to take a step, but her legs were still a little weak, and her body swayed.

"...I'm a little tired."

"Then I'll help you inside."

Miyagi Ryo reached out and grasped her upper arm.

Through the thin knitted sweater, I could feel the temperature of her skin, which was a bit higher than usual, probably a normal reaction after a massage.

He placed his other hand on her waist and slowly led her into the bathroom.

As they walked together, supporting each other, Matsushima Yukio leaned her body against Miyagi Ryo, and she could smell his distinctive scent.

The overwhelming scent made my legs feel even weaker.

The bathroom wasn't big; it felt a bit cramped for two people to stand inside.

Warm yellow light shone down from above, reflecting a soft halo on the tiles.

The scent of shower gel lingered in the air from his shower earlier; it was the cheap, large-volume kind he usually used.

But now, mixed with her scent, it seems to have changed somewhat.

"You can sit here."

Ryosuke Miyagi pointed to the non-slip mat on the edge of the bathtub.

Matsushima Yukio slowly sat down, placing her hands on either side of her and bowing her head.

The bathtub was empty of water, and the white tiles gleamed cleanly under the light.

"You can adjust the water temperature yourself; the hot water is on the left."

After finishing his sentence, Ryosuke Miyagi turned around and prepared to leave.

"Wait, wait a minute..."

Matsushima Yukio's voice came from behind.

He stopped walking, but didn't turn around.

"How……"

Before he could finish speaking, he felt his clothes being gently tugged.

The force was very light, as if afraid of being rejected.

"that……"

Matsushima Yukio's voice was so soft it was almost inaudible.

"Could you... wait a moment before going out?"

Ryosuke Miyagi remained silent for a second.

She said she would go out later.

[Waiting for what? Waiting for you to turn around? Waiting for you to see what?]

Should we wait until she... is mentally prepared?

Ryosuke Miyagi stood there, letting the hand tug at the hem of his clothes.

The bathroom was extremely quiet.

The only sounds were the faint hum of the exhaust fan and their breathing.

After a long while, Matsushima Yukio finally spoke.

"Ryosuke-kun..."

"Um?"

"What...what were you thinking about while you were getting the massage?"

Ryosuke Miyagi thought for a moment.

"I'm figuring out where the blockage is the worst, how much force I need, and how long I need to massage to loosen it up."

"...That's all?"

That's all.

There was silence for a few more seconds.

Then Matsushima Yukio chuckled softly.

The laughter was soft, as if someone had breathed a sigh of relief…

"Ryosuke-kun is such a strange person."

"What's strange about it?"

"Most people...would think about other things at a time like this."

Ryosuke Miyagi did not answer.

He was indeed thinking about something else.

He thought that her calves were thinner than he had imagined; her ankles could be encircled with one hand, and the skin behind her knees was the thinnest, revealing the fine blood vessels underneath.

He was still thinking that when those black impurities were expelled, her body was trembling, but she didn't utter a sound.

He was thinking that her fingers were still tugging at the hem of his clothes, the force as light as a feather, yet it made him unable to move.

Of course you won't take the first step.

Because you know that if you exert any force, that feather will loosen.

But you don't want it to loosen.

Ryosuke Miyagi turned his head slightly.

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see her profile with her head down.

The bathroom light shone from the side, outlining soft lines on her nose and chin.

The eyelashes cast a small shadow on the eyelids, trembling gently with each breath.

"Ryosuke-kun".

"Um?"

"Thank you."

This is the third time she has said thank you today.

But this time, it's different from the previous two.

The first two times I felt gratitude.

This time... it's more like a confirmation.

I've confirmed that he's someone I can trust.

I'm sure I haven't misjudged the person.

confirm……

Ryosuke Miyagi turned around.

His movements were slow, so slow that he could let go of her hand or turn his head away at any time if she didn't want to.

But she didn't.

She simply looked up and met his gaze.

Those chestnut-colored eyes, illuminated by the bathroom light, shone with an astonishing brightness.

"Senior Yukio."

"Um?"

Are your legs still weak?

Matsushima Yukio paused for a moment, then looked down at her legs.

He wiggled his toes.

He bent his knees again.

"...It seems...much better."

"That's good."

Ryosuke Miyagi nodded.

"Ryosuke-kun..."

Matsushima Yukio called out again.

Am I pretty?

"I always say thank you, but I never actually do anything about it. My fighting ability is low, and I don't have any money..."

He slowly felt a pair of hands wrap around his waist.

A suffocating feeling, like being coiled by a python, came over me.

The bathroom made it difficult for him to breathe.

The hands loosened, the faucet was turned on, and water gushed out from the showerhead, the steam filling the entire bathroom with mist.

Snap...

Ryosuke Miyagi felt someone leaning against him from behind.

[A quiet bathroom, the sound of running water from the faucet...]

Liu Xiahui?

That can't be!

"Senior Yukio...you..."

Sla...

"Wait a minute... Senior!"

Ryosuke Miyagi felt an even stronger sense of suffocation the moment he turned around!

Matsushima Yukio puffed out her cheeks in the bathroom, looking up at Miyagi Ryosuke, her lips barely moving as she tried to smile…

As the bathtub filled with water, Matsushima Yukio wiped the snot running down her nose with a grin.

"Seriously, you can catch a cold even in the bathroom at a time like this."

Matsushima Yukio stretched out her finger with a grin.

"I have a bad cold, and my snot has turned white."

Like a steak with hidden deliciousness, her fingers drenched in flavorful black pepper sauce, she ate it all up, bit by bit!

Nothing is wasted…

You tempted someone to take advantage of the situation while it was still fresh.

[Reward: Willpower -5, Charisma +5]

[Note: Sometimes, doing nothing is harder than doing something.]

Thank you for the reward…

Ryosuke Miyagi didn't come out of the bathroom for an hour; this kind of help was indeed very mentally taxing.

I almost lost my balance...

It has to be said that compared to the inexperienced Nanatsuji Kirion, Matsushima Yukio-senpai, despite having experienced nothing, has a skill that makes it hard for anyone to stand up to her ability to suck open a beer bottle cap.

Through the frosted glass door of the bathroom, the figure standing under the showerhead, illuminated by the light, is perfectly drawn out!

Ryosuke Miyagi focused his attention, returned to his desk, sat down, and opened the Witcher's Handbook.

On page four, Matsushima Yukio's information has been updated:

【Job Target: ②Matsushima Yukio, Level 3, Occupation - Magical Girl, Monthly/5 Silver Coins (AFK Income, Daily/1 Silver Coin). (Special Training Available) (Feedback Activated)】

[Affection Level: 55→58 (Dependence+)]

[Note: She's starting to rely on you. This reliance is deeper than simple gratitude and more complex than simple liking. Make the most of it, don't waste the opportunity to increase her affection; you'll be able to enjoy a roujiamo (Chinese hamburger) soon.]

Ryosuke Miyagi closed the handbook and leaned back in his chair.

Outside the window, the night was deep.

The sound of water in the bathroom continued, splashing and gurgling like a lullaby.

He closed his eyes.

In his mind, those chestnut-colored eyes were still watching him.

It's incredibly bright.