The Strategist

Chapter 2

Hana POV

I woke up the next day, and boy did I underestimate how bad my body would feel. I quite literally find it difficult and a little painful to move my lower half. I wish this were the first time. I call Michael and ask him to set up the bath and help me into the bathroom. Yes, I am wearing clothes. Before I went to bed, I cleaned up and changed; it just seemed that I was running on adrenaline while I was doing it.

While I was getting into my bath, I also set up an appointment with an in-home masseuse. It has been a long time since I've gotten my knots worked out anyways; I just got hit a little harder than usual last night. An hour and a half later, the Masseuse came and started my massage. I also texted Kyo and Itsu to see if they wanted to come over. UA entrance exams were only two months away now, so I plan to help them wherever I can. I had offered referrals, but they wanted to get in via their own power, so here I am setting up a study date.

Two Hours Later - Kyo POV

I met up with Itsuka, and we've been chatting on our way to Hana's.

"So, what do you think she called us over for? She didn't get specific in her text." I asked

"I don't really know. All she said was, 'if you want, come over today, about two hours?' and then hasn't responded since. I'm more worried than anything. Sure, Michael is there, but if she puts up a fight for some reason, he doesn't stand a chance."

"True," I say while nodding my head. We continue walking, chatting about various things, and even planning a date for the three of us when we arrive at her house. We knew the door code, so after knocking, we just entered. Little did the two of us expect a goddess-like being to be laid out on a massage board, naked and only partially covered by the towel, while glistening with the oil used.

Itsuka and I audibly gulped while I held my nose, just in case. Then, checking on Itsuka, I sighed and did the same for her. I already saw some red. Then, a noise was heard, setting me over a line I didn't know existed.

*moan*

"Umm, Hana?"

Hana POV

I was relaxed into the massage, enjoying the calming music and the scented oils, when the Masseuse runs through a knot that has been fucking with me for about two months, right on my shoulder blade. She completely eviscerated that knot, and I couldn't help but let out a small moan at the feeling. "Um, Hana?"

And I guess the girls are here. I don't mind them seeing me. For that matter, if they asked, I would happily strip as long it was just us. So them walking in on me naked, while it brings up a blush, it doesn't make me flustered or embarrassed. "Hey girls, come on in. We can chat, and you can sit on the couch, or you can head up to my room and wait for me. I think I got, what, twenty minutes?"

"Yes, Lady Yaoyorozu. About twenty minutes, and I'll have finished." The Masseuse is somebody we call whenever we're in Japan, and I've been using her for the past four years, so she's trustworthy, and we know she's good.

"Alright, we'll be over on the couch then." They proceed to sit on the couch, and I can feel their gazes. I smirked, and whenever there was a knot getting obliterated by Miss Kaminari, that is her name, I let out a small moan. I could feel their gazes heating up, and I couldn't help but let out smirks whenever it happened. One thing I couldn't help but think at the time 'you don't need to keep it in your pants.'

Twenty minutes later, I'm lying on the board as Miss Kaminari leaves. "Don't let it get that bad again. Call me at least once a month. Those will be back, and I plan on going to war with them." *Chuckle*. "Thanks, Miss Kaminari. I'll see you in around a month." She then leaves, and I climb off of the table, letting the towels slip off because, as I said before, I don't mind them seeing me.