Chapter 11: Treatment for the Young Lady
The hellish training camp had ended, and the students were given a three-day break. Some went home to their families, others went out to have fun, and still others chose to relax at the academy—everyone spent the time in their own way.
Shogo had originally planned to return to the family estate, but a certain event made him change his schedule. The bait he had scattered was already showing results.
Nakiri Alice had contacted him.
"Wow~ This is quite an impressive building."
"Thank you, Nakiri-san. I'm glad you like it."
"You can call me Alice, you know? Using my last name makes it hard to tell me apart from Erina."
"Got it. In that case, I'll take you up on that."
Alice peered out the car window with an excited little smile. She couldn't quite hide her childish side, and her voice carried a slight lilt of anticipation.
The building she had praised was their destination—Santoku Sweet Land.
During the two-hundred-serving hotel breakfast test at the training camp, Shogo had thrown down the gauntlet to Nakiri Alice. She had taken the bait beautifully, even offering that if she lost she would "do anything he asked."
The result had been an overwhelming victory for him.
Of course, claiming Nakiri Alice wasn't going to be that simple.
She was, after all, a daughter of the Nakiri family—the family that held absolute power in the culinary world.
No matter how confident Shogo was, she was not an easy target. Even now, two or three cars carrying security personnel followed close behind theirs. One wrong move and he could be crushed instantly.
"All right, we're here. Shall we get out?"
"Yes. Let's go, Ryo-kun."
"…Yeah."
The boy sitting beside Alice—Kurokiba Ryo—answered in a lazy drawl. It wasn't just the security detail that had come along; her personal attendant was here too.
Having too many watchful eyes made things difficult, but Alice's value was high enough that he wasn't about to give up over a little inconvenience.
She was a stunning Nordic-Japanese beauty born to a Japanese father and a Danish mother. Her figure was flawless, her voice adorable, and on top of that she was a sheltered young lady with zero worldly experience. There had never been any option but to make a move on her.
That was exactly why he had used the three-day break and Alice's promise to do "anything" to invite her to Santoku Sweet Land—the ultra-luxury relaxation facility that was about to open, where advance-reservation tickets had already become premium items.
"Welcome to Santoku Sweet Land. We're honored to have you, Alice-san, Kurokiba."
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Alice looked around with open curiosity while Kurokiba trailed behind her with a spaced-out expression. Shogo walked ahead of the pair, guiding them to the room he had prepared.
"This is it. The massage room."
He parted the deep-red curtain and stepped into the dimly lit space. A single bed stood in the center, and the nearby table was lined with an array of aromatherapy oils and essences.
"My, what a lovely atmosphere. Don't you think, Ryo-kun?"
"…Yeah, sure."
It seemed Alice was pleased.
This massage room was the one Shogo had prepared specifically to conquer Nakiri Alice—in other words, his personal workshop.
"I'd like both of you to experience a massage here today. The facility is about to open, and while I have absolute confidence in it, I wanted real feedback from actual guests. Since it's you two, I'm sure I'll get honest, high-quality opinions."
"Fufun. I suppose I'll graciously accept."
"…This is because Milady lost the bet, right?"
"Ryo-kun! Don't say unnecessary things!"
Alice puffed out her cheeks and playfully swatted Kurokiba. It was an endearing sight, but to Shogo it was irrelevant.
He had asked the large security team to wait near the entrance, so the only nuisance left was Kurokiba Ryo.
Whether because he was a Santoku or for some other reason, the guards hadn't tried to force their way inside. That was only natural; acting as if they didn't trust him would be rude, and they clearly didn't expect anything to happen in broad daylight. The pretext of wanting honest feedback on the massage also sounded far more credible now that they could see the actual facility.
—Everything was proceeding smoothly.
The moment he had managed to lure her into this private room, the preparations were complete.
All that remained was to separate Kurokiba and take his time breaking Alice down.
"Then I'll have you two use separate rooms. Alice-san, please stay here for the ladies' course. Kurokiba, you'll take the gentlemen's course in the next room over."
"Understood."
"…Yeah. Milady, make sure you think up some proper feedback. You did lose the bet, after all."
"Geez! Ryo-kun, you're so mean!"
Shogo had a female staff member escort Kurokiba out. With the annoying watchdog gone, the real work could begin. The "gentlemen's course" was nothing but a front; a sleeping pill would keep him unconscious for about three hours. Kurokiba apparently never suspected he was being set up so elaborately and obediently followed the attendant.
"Now then, about your massage, Alice-san—the therapist is running a little late. Would you mind changing first? Here's your outfit."
"Thank you. Where's the changing room?"
"Behind that curtain. Go right ahead."
Shogo handed her the change of clothes and held the curtain open. Without a hint of suspicion, Alice stepped inside and began changing. While watching the hidden camera feed on his phone, he felt hot blood rush to his cock.
"I'm changed, Santoku-kun."
He looked up from the screen to see Alice stepping out of the changing area. She stood there smiling in a pure-white micro-bikini.
…Way too erotic.
The sight of that outrageously sexy body made his fists clench. He was about to break this girl. The thought sent an uncontrollable surge of excitement racing through him.
"The fabric is rather minimal. Is that part of the massage too?"
"Yes, exactly. Does it feel embarrassing?"
"If the therapist were a man, I might feel a little shy. But it's a woman, right?"
"Of course. We don't cut corners on that."
It was a blatant lie.
The one who would be "massaging" Alice—was him.
"This massage is designed to give the client the ultimate relaxation. The room is completely soundproof so you can moan as much as you like, and the door locks securely."
"My, I would never make such indecent sounds."
"We'll see. Look forward to it, Alice-san. …Oh, before we begin, please have this relaxation drink I created myself. I guarantee the taste."
"You… H-Hmph! I'm sure it's delicious!"
Alice seemed a little fidgety—probably because she knew his skill level—but she still drained the glass.
Unlike with Hisako, there was no aphrodisiac mixed in. It was simply a green-tea base with a mild diuretic effect.
"The aromatherapy is ready, and the therapist should be here any moment."
"I see. So I just lie down on this bed?"
"Yes, please. And one more thing—would it be all right if I stay in the room while you receive the massage?"
"Eh? You… staying here, Santoku-kun?"
She looked wary, but that was fine.
After all, he was the winner.
"I want to observe the therapist's technique directly, as well as the relaxation effects of the drink and aromatherapy. I'm technically in charge of running this resort, after all."
"…I suppose that makes sense, but…"
"You did say you'd do anything I asked… remember, Alice-san?"
When he asked with a smile, Alice fell silent, visibly frustrated. After a brief pause she blushed faintly across her pale skin and gave a small nod.
"Thank you, Alice-san. …Looks like the therapist is here. Last thing—could you put these on?"
"An eye mask and headphones…? You're covering my eyes and ears?"
"Yes. By blocking two of the most important senses, the others become far more sensitive. It greatly enhances both the massage and the aromatherapy effects."
"I-I see… All right."
Convincing her with plausible-sounding logic was child's play for him. He had worked hard to hone that silver tongue.
Alice obediently put on the eye mask and headphones, then lay down on the bed. Her full, firm breasts strained against the tiny white bikini top, jiggling softly against gravity.
There was no way he could hold back in front of such a work of art. He quickly finished the final checks and brought his lips close to the small microphone at his collar.
"The outside noise is completely blocked, but you should still be able to hear my voice through the headphones. Can you hear me, Alice-san?"
"Yes, perfectly."
"Good. The therapist is here, so we'll begin the massage. I'll explain what's happening as it goes, so I hope it helps with your feedback."
"Thank you. Fufu, I'm looking forward to it."
I'm the one looking forward to it.
He barely managed to hold back the reply as he reached out and placed his hands on Alice's body inside the now completely private room.
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