After enjoying the rare pizza dinner, Yuu gave his sister 1.5 tis her usual allowance, then told her to clean up the leftover boxes and trash before heading upstairs to his room.
Sitting at his desk, he opened his computer, created a docunt, and began noting down today’s findings and summary.
Opening the system panel, Yuu looked at the three remaining skills—Makeup Application (Expert), Short Story Writing (Proficient), Massage (Proficient).
Without hesitation, he activated the massage skill, stretched his hands, and heard a crack.
The proficient-level sensation was simple yet strange. He mastered it but couldn’t explain exactly how.
(Why am I so skilled?)
Ignoring the odd thought, common acupuncture points of the human body surfaced in his mind. Yuu thought for a mont, then pressed his thumb below the second lumbar spinous process, between the two kidney points, slowly increasing pressure.
"Sssshhh—"
A faint pain hit, and he couldn’t help but draw a breath, his body tensing slightly. But he didn’t ease up, keeping his thumb steady, massaging and rotating with an odd technique.
He pressed the Mingn acupuncture point, which regulates constitution and stamina, aiding vitality recovery and strengthening the lower back and knees, sowhat relieving the day’s fatigue.
"Haaa... I didn’t expect self-massaging would feel this good..."
It was a bit hard to exert force, but with the proficient-level skill, this minor issue was nothing.
His fingers kept massaging and pressing, and Yuu couldn’t help letting out a groan-like sigh, slightly closing his eyes, enjoying the painful yet refreshing shiatsu massage.
Don’t misunderstand—once accustod, it felt quite comfortable.
This was just proficient-level. If it were perfect-level, who knows how amazing it would feel... Maybe, as so novels describe, a single touch could send you to heaven?
Yuu looked forward to it.
"Sssshhh—Haa—"
Since he was alone in his room, he didn’t hold back his breathing, letting it sync with the pressure to maximize the massage’s effect.
Indeed, there was a sense of stamina slowly recovering, and his blood seed to flow vigorously.
Then, noticing the door slightly ajar with a bunny and a girl peeking through, his surging blood felt doused with ice water, instantly freezing to the lowest point.
"...Sora, what are you doing?"
The girl narrowed her eyes slightly, the corner of her lips seemingly curling into a cold smirk, though her face was slightly flushed.
"I should be asking you, Yuu, what are you doing?"
Yuu awkwardly lowered his finger, his cheek twitching, replying with feigned calm:
"...I’m massaging."
Sora gave a cold smile, rciless: "Looks like it, but doesn’t sound like it."
"..."
(What you said makes so much sense, I can’t argue at all.)
"What? Keep going. I’m fine, I won’t disturb you."
Sora suddenly pushed the door wider, one hand twirling her hair, biting her lip slightly, and said nonchalantly:
"If you’re tired of doing it yourself... since there’s nothing going on now, I can help you... that’s fine too."
(※Friendly reminder: All of the above refers to massaging.)
"Help ...?"
Yuu was stunned, then impatiently stood up and quickly walked toward her.
He extended his "devil claws" toward his legally marriageable little sister—
And pushed her out the door, closed it, and locked it.
All in one breath—he was a hero skilled at self-preservation.
Nothing could stop him, and the angry knocking on the door ca as expected.
"Open the door! If you dare make weird noises like that, have the guts to open the door!"
Ignoring Sora’s shouting outside, Yuu returned to his desk with a flat expression, finishing the remaining notes.
After saving, hiding, and encrypting the docunt in a folder, the noise outside stopped.
"Finally tired of knocking." Sighing, Yuu asked the system inwardly:
(What if this file is seen by others? Like hackers, or my sister?)
The system didn’t respond, remaining cold and emotionless.
Since no danger alarms rang in his heart, he assud the system would handle it and stopped worrying about the issue.
Next, Yuu opened Google, searching for information about rent-a-boyfriends.
He first checked the website Yukinoshita Haruno had shown him, apparently a company specializing in "rent-a-boyfriend" services. The hopage was filled with photos of gentle princes, cheerful male idols, and sweet puppy-type young n, along with turnover rankings, looking quite formal.
Glancing at the top talent’s turnover this month, Yuu couldn’t help but click his tongue. "Is this the power of rich won..."
Then he found his own photo in the newcor section.
No ratings, no reviews, no turnover—just "Currently Rented" next to his na, utterly barren of information.
"I rember the system said I won’t be a rent-a-boyfriend for anyone but the target..."
Thinking this, Yuu couldn’t help but sigh in relief.
If not for the system’s rewards, even if he had to toil at a construction site, he wouldn’t consider this kind of job.
Though it sounded nice before, like "So people pay not for love but for genuine companionship."
In reality, most rent-a-lovers weren’t much different from bar escorts—flattery, sweet talk, as long as it made the target willing to pay, hypocrisy was the basics.
If less principled, they might even happily accept certain invitations.
"Rent-a-lover" was just a nicer na; the essence was still that kind of service.
After browsing the website, Yuu got this impression and couldn’t help but be grateful again that his target was a mature older sister who, despite a bad personality, was perfect in every other way.
Though he preferred younger girls...
"But I heard the rent-a-girlfriend market is bigger, with more people..."
With a learning mindset, Yuu searched again, clicking on the website of Japan’s largest rent-a-girlfriend agency—"Diamond."
Regardless of the website’s design, the No.1 banner in the newcor section was massive, catching his eye the mont the page loaded.
It was a half-body photo of a girl, her straight black hair soft, her face pure and captivating, her smile like a spring breeze, her upper body curves perfectly proportioned.
Next to it was her na and publicly accessible basic information.
"Mizuhara Chizuru..."
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