Little Massage
The dark-haired male froze, observing Kirisu as she arched her back and displayed signs of exhaustion. She stretched her hands, revealing clean armpits, while the joints in her body emitted audible sounds. He couldn't help but watch the scene unfold before him.
Renxian, still captivated by Kirisu's relaxed form, responded, "Massage? Right." His attention remained fixated on her alluring curves, particularly in those more relaxed areas.
Kirisu let out a soft moan, turning her head as she said, "Yes." Without awaiting Renxian's response, she laid face down on the less-than-soft sofa. "Please, could you do it for me?"
Her breasts pressed together, and from Renxian's perspective, Kirisu's body appeared undeniably beautiful—especially the alluring curvature of her posterior. It seemed she intentionally lifted her hips, teasing the hesitant man.
[Side Quest (Kirisu): Massage her!]
"Is there nothing else to increase her trust other than this?"