Who Can Resist Nakano Nino? [181]

There's a saying: ignore an elder’s advice, and you’ll regret it soon enough.

Shirase wasn’t an elder, true—but he’d sincerely tried to warn Kirisu Mafuyu. The woman just wouldn’t listen.

Only Shirase knew how much his fingers had changed after the system boosted his Finger Dexterity. Applied to massages, that skill multiplied its effects severalfold.

He’d learned that once before, when he gave Nakano Nino a brief massage. Even a proud, reserved beauty like her couldn’t stop a few involuntary, adorable sounds from escaping.

Now, with Kirisu Mafuyu lying face-down on the sofa, Kojima Kana had long since lost interest in cleaning. She leaned on her broom, gaze fixed on the scene.

Shirase washed his hands carefully, wiped off every droplet, and rolled up his sleeves.

Though Mafuyu still wore that outdated tracksuit, it couldn’t hide her stunning figure. The outfit was supposed to be loose, but whether it had always been too small or her body had simply grown more shapely, a narrow gap at her waist revealed a soft curve. Below, her slender legs extended to feet pale as porcelain—small, smooth, delicately shaped, the toes neat and pretty.

Her mature allure clashed strangely with the unfashionable sportswear, yet as she lay there, that very contrast lent her a quiet, unexpected charm.

“Kirisu-sensei, I’ll begin,” Shirase said with the solemnity of someone stepping into a match.

Mafuyu didn’t even lift an eyelid. “Stop the chatter. The more you talk, the less credible you sound.”

“Exactly! Couldn’t have said it better,” Kojima Kana chimed in, clearly entertained.

Shirase only smiled. They’ll see soon enough.

Just as his hands settled on Mafuyu’s back, Kana piped up again. “Oh, right—on TV they always take off the jacket for massages. Mafuyu-chan, are you doing that too?”

“Take it off?”

Mafuyu froze, color rising in her cheeks. “No way. That’d be indecent.”

Kana frowned. “Indecent? Why—don’t tell me you’re not wearing anything under it?”

“Of course I am!” Mafuyu snapped, blushing harder.

She did have a short-sleeved top underneath, but the neckline was far too low. Fine for a girls’ hangout—utterly unacceptable in front of a boy.

“No need to take it off,” Shirase said evenly. “This will do.”

“Suit yourself,” Kana replied with a shrug. She’d only been curious.

Mafuyu relaxed again.

That lasted all of two seconds.

Shirase’s touch was calm and professional, yet the moment his fingers began to move, heat and tingling spread from her waist—an exquisite comfort like sinking into a hot spring on a winter night.

“Mm…”

Barely three seconds in, Mafuyu let out a small, helpless sound.

Kana froze mid-blink.

Shirase paused, unruffled. “See? I told you. I even warned her beforehand—she’d definitely make weird noises.”

“I did not! You’re imagining things!” Mafuyu burst out, face aflame.

He didn’t argue. He simply continued.

“Ah—it’s just that my joints felt stiff, that’s all! Don’t get the wrong idea!”

Another soft moan slipped out.

Mortified, Mafuyu tried to hold it in. Shirase’s steady hands only seemed to say: Told you. Perfectly normal.

Her shame deepened.

She clamped both hands over her mouth, but faint whimpers still escaped—muffled, breathy, impossible to suppress. Her cheeks glowed crimson; even her eyes shimmered, heavy with unshed tears. Her feet tensed now and then, smooth and trembling.

Anyone who walked in might think she was being tortured, not pampered.

“Is it really that amazing?” Kana finally muttered after watching for a while, only when she was sure Mafuyu wasn’t faking.

Then she glanced at Shirase’s calm face and began to suspect his earlier warning might have been genuine after all. Curiosity bloomed. She suddenly wanted to try it herself—not because she’d fare better, but because she wanted to test where her own limits lay.

Meanwhile, Mafuyu had sunk so deep into the bliss that even when she felt Kana’s curious stare, she only blinked vaguely before her eyes went hazy again.

When you’re that relaxed, time slips away unnoticed.

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She had no idea how long she’d lain there. By the time she came back to herself, she was still sprawled on the sofa, face flushed like a sunset cloud, body limp and heavy with lingering warmth.

“Hey, Mafuyu-chan, can you still hear me? He didn’t, like, massage your brain out of commission, did he?”

Kana’s teasing voice brought her back.

Mafuyu jolted upright—or tried to. Seeing Kana’s astonished face hovering above, her heart sank.

What a disaster. I completely zoned out!

She scrambled to sit up, but her body refused to cooperate—her limbs were soft, strengthless.

“I’ll help you,” Kana said, half laughing as she steadied her.

“Thanks,” Mafuyu murmured, cheeks burning. She couldn’t meet Kana’s eyes and turned away instead. “Where’s Shirase?”

“He went to the kitchen. Remember? He’s cooking dinner tonight.”

Mafuyu froze.

Another disaster.

She hadn’t even noticed him leave.

Her blush deepened as fragments of the massage replayed in her mind. The truth was—she’d enjoyed it. The soreness in her back was completely gone.

Do his hands have some kind of magic?

Restless, she glanced toward the kitchen, hesitated, then said softly, “I’ll go check on him. I should thank him properly.”

“Wait, wait—don’t go yet! First tell me, what did it feel like?” Kana was nearly bouncing with curiosity.

Mafuyu opened her mouth, ready to make up some excuse—but her expression froze.

After a few seconds, she mumbled, voice muffled, “Don’t rush me. I—I need to stop by my room first.”

Right.

To change her pants.

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This is a fan translation of 谁能拒绝中野二乃呢？by 六花吖六花. Rights to the original work belong to the creator. Please support them by exploring their original work or sharing it with others if you can. Thank you for reading and supporting my efforts to bring this story to a wider audience!