"It's… it's not what you think, Ren," Misa said softly, though her voice carried a stern undertone.

Ren's throat went dry. He swallowed, trying to steady himself, though his eyes kept wandering, betraying his racing thoughts. "Are you… okay? I'm worried about you, Misa," he asked, the concern genuine, though tinged with his own fluttering heartbeat.

Misa straightened her posture, clasping her hands neatly in front of her. "I'll take what happened in the dinner table as a mistake… and I'll forget about it," she said, her tone calm but firm. "But next time… don't do something like that." Her eyes narrowed slightly, and her voice sharpened. "I don't know where you learned these kinds of things, but you should stop. Understand?"

Ren blinked. He had expected scolding, but not this level of composure. He knew if this were any other woman, they would have reacted much differently—perhaps with boldness, teasing, or even pushing him down—but Misa held herself with a rare restraint.

Yet his mind wasn't calm. Her words barely registered. He was having his own battle here…

He looked at her carefully, studying her kimono—the way it hung slightly undone over her shoulders, the gentle curve of her neckline, and the subtle sweep of her back and hips.

She was undeniably beautiful, elegant in a way that combined traditional grace with a quiet sensuality. His chest tightened as he admired her figure, careful to respect the boundaries she set, but unable to deny the pull he felt.

"She… she's incredible," he thought, almost to himself. "I mean… she's the most… arousing woman I've ever met—serious, calm, composed… yet there's this hidden allure I can't ignore."

Ren's admiration wasn't just about her body. Her strength, her intelligence, her subtle gestures—the way she moved, the way she spoke—all of it fascinated him. Yet he also remembered what he'd heard about her past.

Before she had devoted herself to the government's medical work and ultimately to Kyouka's upbringing, Misa had been a competent healer—but not extraordinary. She had chosen stability and care over fame or recognition, dedicating herself to helping others quietly rather than standing out.

The problem was that even if she had wanted to stand out, she simply didn't have the ability to do so.

Ren shook his head slightly, trying to refocus. He could feel the magnetic pull of her presence—the kimono slipping just enough to hint at the curves beneath, the warm, steady aura she carried.

"Is it worth it?" he wondered silently. "Having her in my life… not just as a mentor or caretaker… but as someone I… want?" The thought made his chest tighten, and for a moment he felt a surge of clarity. He could confidently say that Misa was unlike anyone else he had known.

"Ren?" Misa's voice broke through his thoughts. Her brow was furrowed slightly, and there was a trace of exasperation in her tone. "Are you listening to me?"

Shaking off his inner turmoil, Ren nodded quickly. "Y-Yes, Misa. I… I'm listening."

But then something unexpected happened—something neither Ren nor Misa anticipated. Suddenly, they heard the sound of a water droplet falling, but it didn't come from the bathroom or outside. Instead, it came from directly beneath Misa, and Ren realized, with a jolt, that she was leaking love juices just by looking at him.

She appeared calm and innocent on the outside, but inside, she was burning with a desperate desire to push down him and have her way with him.

Ren noticed all this and sighed. Suddenly, he made a quick decision and muttered to himself, "Fuck it. I want this woman."

Misa, noticing that Ren had realized what just happened, was mortified at the thought. But Ren quickly stepped up behind her and hugged her tightly, his hands sliding to squeeze her ass, feeling her thickness. Misa was caught completely off guard by the gesture.

"Ren?" she asked, confused, unsure of what was happening. Ren looked at her and muttered something Misa never thought she would hear from him.

"Misa… I know… it must be hard having me in your house with all your needs. You are a woman after all… a woman who took care of me… Is there anything I can do for you? Any way I can help you?"

Misa was too stunned to answer. What could she possibly say? That she wanted to bounce on his pretty little cock and make love to him? There was no way she could say something like that while looking at Ren. Still, she wasn't going to refuse his offer—she was far too horny for that.

"Ahhhh~ if you could give me a massage, that would be enough for me, Ren."

She was thinking of getting off from Ren's massage later, after he finished and left—but of course, Ren had other plans.

Ren went behind her and started his work as Misa sat on the futon, just as he done massages in past. He massaged her shoulders, using the right amount of force, and continued onto her neck and her back. When he felt that she was relaxed enough, he announced, in the most natural way.

"Let me pull down your kimono."

He started to move her kimono and she didn't protest, only blushing somewhat more. There was a glint in her eyes, as if she was looking forward to it, while her expression remained that of shame.

When he removed her very traditional looking bra, her huge tits came out freely, her slightly darker areolas and substantial nipples coming into view. Ren began to massage them from behind, beginning with the boobs themselves and progressively focusing on her nipples.

It was uncommon in this world for a man to touch a woman's chest, let alone massage it or take pleasure in it. That was why Misa thought he was simply giving her a massage, though she couldn't ignore the strange sensation it stirred within her.

Misa was now breathing harder, appreciating the feeling of his hands on her breasts. After a minute or two of this, he noticed that she was rubbing one leg against the other and questioned her.

"What's wrong with your legs, Misa? Do they need a massage too?"

"Ah? N-no, don't worry about it, Ren, it's nothing."

"No need to feel reserved, I don't mind massaging them, too."

Misa hesitated, not really sure about this, and he gave her his best smile.

"Please Misa, don't worry about it. I want to make you feel better anywhere you need it. You have done so much for me after all."

Seeing his smile, her hesitation seemed to melt in real time, her doting side taking over, and she nodded.

"O-okay then."

She rotated her body on the futon and presented her legs to him, her face flushed red. He started by massaging her calves and kneading her flesh to relax the muscles. He went to her feet, removing her sandals and socks and working on them delicately, so as to not hurt her.

She was startled for a second but didn't protest, simply choosing to stay silent through it all. When Ren wanted to switch to her thighs, he found out that her kimono was hindering him.

"Misa, can you lie face down on the futon? I think it will be easier that way."

She obediently complied, lying down on the futon. Fortunately, it was large enough that she was able to fully extend her legs, not making it uncomfortable for her. Now that she was in this position, he was able to have a good view of her sizeable ass, protruding visibly from her kimono.

He restarted the whole thing, going over her feet and her calves again, only to move on to her thighs. He put his hands under her kimono and massaged her lower back. The work was a bit tricky since he couldn't see what he was doing under her skirt.

"Misa, I am going to raise your kimono a little because I can't see what I am doing, okay?"

She hesitated once more, but then nodded silently again. Ren decisively lifted her kimono, raising it until everything was exposed—including her panties. He was surprised to see she was still wearing them, which meant she had leaked all that love juice despite having them on. To Ren, that was crazy.

She trembled when she felt the air coming in contact with her thighs and her ass but didn't protest his action. He could see that there was already a dark patch of wetness on her panties. Now that he had a good line of sight of his target, he resumed his work, starting from behind her knees and progressing up slowly.

The closer he was to her groin, the deeper her breathing became. When he began massaging her inner thighs, she squirmed a bit, panting at the feeling. He focused on this area for some time and he could see that she was growing more and more sensitive, the patch of wetness on her panties expanding visibly.

After a while, she started moaning, almost lost in her own mind. Ren thought the time was suitable and he moved on to knead her ass cheeks, startling her.

"Ren, darling?"

"Yes?"

"You're massaging my buttocks."

"Don't worry, leave it to me, I will loosen all your stiff muscles."

"I am not sure this is a good id... Aaahhh!"

Before she could finish her sentence, he rubbed one hand on her panties on the area of her pussy and the sudden stimulation, coupled with the long build-up pushed her to instantly orgasm, twitching for a few seconds on the futon and drenching her panties with her juices.