: I'm Very Gentle

Nanatsuji Shrine, backyard.

This is a secluded side hall, usually used by shrine maidens for their training and meditation. The floor is made of tatami mats, incense sticks are burning in the corner, and a faint sandalwood scent permeates the air.

The setting sun shone through the cracks in the paper window, casting long, thin shadows on the ground.

"Is this... alright? The teacher is out right now, so there's no one at the shrine..."

When she said the last few words, Nanatsuji Kirion's voice became noticeably lower.

She stood at the door, looking somewhat awkward.

"Yes. Shrines are places with the purest spiritual energy, making them suitable for the final cleansing."

Ryosuke Miyagi entered the side hall and sat down on the tatami mats.

"Moreover—your Inari-sama can also sense it here."

Nanatsuji Kirion's face turned even redder.

Inari-sama sensed...

Wouldn't that mean...?

[To have the gods watch her being manipulated like this... how much psychological pressure must this girl be under?]

Under this kind of pressure, one can unleash their most primal abilities, allowing them to break through boundaries and surpass the limits of goodwill.

Ryosuke Miyagi ignored the voice in her head. She took the ointment off and placed it aside, then sat cross-legged.

He spoke to Nanatsuji Kirion.

"Take off your coat and lie down."

Nanatsuji Kirion took a deep breath, hesitated for a moment, glanced at the statue, and then looked at Miyagi Ryosuke. She silently prayed for protection, and then slowly took off her pink sweater.

Inside was a thin white undershirt, the close-fitting fabric outlining her slender waistline and the slight curve of her chest.

She walked to the middle of the tatami mat and slowly lay down.

Her hands were clasped together on her abdomen, her eyes were tightly closed, and her eyelashes trembled incessantly.

"Relax."

Ryosuke Miyagi picked up the meridian clearing ointment.

"Last time at the hot springs, they only removed half of it. The other half is still deep inside, closer to..."

He paused.

"Close to the heart and dantian."

Nanatsuji Kirion's body stiffened slightly.

Heart meridian... Dantian...

"So today's technique will go deeper than last time. It might hurt a little, or you might experience other sensations... just bear with it."

To prevent her from misunderstanding, Ryosuke Miyagi even added a sentence.

"Try not to make any strange noises. Even though there's no one here..."

His gaze fell upon the fox shrine.

"……Um."

Her voice was so soft it was like a mosquito's hum.

[This little god, who has lived for hundreds of years, can see through your tricks at a glance. He doesn't care about your actions at all; all he cares about is whether Nanatsuji Kirion's talent can be restored and whether the shrine maiden's abilities can be enhanced, thus allowing the entire shrine to expand and prosper.]

Ryosuke Miyagi opened the porcelain bottle, and a cool, slightly spicy aroma filled the air.

He applied the ointment to his palms and rubbed them together to warm them.

"I'm coming!"

He gently placed his palm on her lower abdomen.

Nanatsuji Kirion trembled.

"W-Where is this...?"

"Dantian. One of the deepest strongholds of the curse."

Ryosuke Miyagi's voice was calm, but the warmth from his palm made Kirion Nanatsuji's mind go blank.

Through that thin undershirt, she could clearly feel the lines on his palm and the slightly warm temperature.

[Dantian...yes, it really is dantian.]

It's just that this location... how should I put it...

[Just a little below is...]

[And a little higher up too...]

Ryosuke Miyagi took a deep breath and began pressing.

It wasn't the kind of whirlwind approach we used before.

Instead, it was a slow, deep press, as if trying to send power directly into her body.

Place your thumb three inches below your navel.

Slowly and hard.

These are the techniques of special training.

Of course, his gaze could also freely sweep over the entire beautiful body.

"Well……"

Nanatsuji Kirion bit her lip and couldn't help but let out a muffled groan.

I couldn't help it, I just couldn't help it...

That felt so strange.

It doesn't hurt.

It's a strange feeling, a tingling, numb sensation, like something is being slowly pushed away inside the body.

"The traffic here is very congested."

Ryosuke Miyagi continued to press his thumb firmly, rubbing it clockwise.

Do you often feel a cold sensation in your lower abdomen?

"Hmm...hmm...there's always been...a little...maybe...there's..."

Nanatsuji Kirion couldn't think straight at all; she could only subconsciously agree.

"The source of the magic flow is here. It's been blocked for so long, suppressing your talent. You've seen Naruto, right?"

"The curse in your dantian is like a tailed beast, dragging down your body. As long as you break this curse, your strength can be restored to about 70-80%, or even improved rapidly."

"His talent, suppressed for so many years, has suddenly burst forth!"

Ryosuke Miyagi's witty remarks eased the tense atmosphere considerably.

His palm continued to press, gradually expanding the area.

From left to right.

From top to bottom.

Each press caused Nanatsuji Kirion's body to tremble slightly.

Her face was flushed red, and her hands gripped the tatami mat tightly, her knuckles turning white.

too weird.

This feeling...

[Tsk tsk tsk, look at her expression.]

She bit her lip, frowned, but couldn't help letting out a muffled groan or two every now and then.

Anyone who didn't know better would think you were...

[Forget it, I'm not going to say anymore, or it'll get censored.]

Ryosuke Miyagi's forehead also began to bead with sweat.

It's not because I'm tired.

It's because...

This location is indeed too sensitive.

With each press, you can feel the softness and warmth of the thin fabric in your palm.

And there were those slight undulations.

He took a deep breath and continued to focus on his hands.

Twenty minutes later.

The lower abdomen area is finally finished.

"Next is the heart meridian."

Nanatsuji Kirion opened her eyes, which were already covered with a layer of mist.

Heart pulse...

That is……

She looked at Ryosuke Miyagi's hand, then at her own chest, and froze.

"Can...can't..."

"cannot."

Ryosuke Miyagi interrupted her.

"The heart meridian is the final stronghold of the curse. If this place isn't cleared, everything we've done before will be in vain."

Nanatsuji Kirion bit her lip and remained silent.

then…

She slowly raised her hand and grabbed the hem of her undershirt.

Pull it up.

Her flat stomach was exposed.

Keep pulling upwards.

The edge of her white underwear was visible.

"Wait, wait a minute!"

Ryosuke Miyagi pressed down on her hand.

"No need to take it off."

Nanatsuji Kirine was stunned.

"You can massage through clothes. It's just that the effect will be a little less, but you can massage for a while longer."

"……oh."

She let go, her face turning even redder.

Disappointed?

Were you expecting something just now?

Stop pretending, I saw your finger move.

Ignoring the voice in his mind, Ryosuke Miyagi reapplied the ointment to his palm.

Just as Ryosuke Miyagi was about to place his hand on her, Kirion Nanatsuji suddenly spoke.

"If it's an ointment, even if you apply it, it's difficult to apply through clothing, otherwise..."

The implication that they offered it voluntarily is quite clear.

"The effect is enhanced if there's no clothing in between..."

then

He pressed his palm down.

A soft curve.

Nanatsuji Kirion tensed up as if she had been electrocuted.

"relax."

"I...I...can't relax..."

"Take a deep breath."

"I can't breathe..."

"Don't be so nervous..."

But in reality, Nanatsuji Kirion's face was so red that she was almost crying.

"I'm very gentle..."

It's not gentleness, it's just measuring the curve.