"You can't tell?" Remilia was immediately disappointed and lowered her nightgown. Well, if Sakuya can't tell, I'll ask Kars. After all, he kneaded them for so long yesterday. Wait, no, he was asleep when he did it, so he definitely wouldn't know, right?
"Mistress, why are you suddenly concerned about this?" Sakuya didn't understand why Remilia had brought up the subject so abruptly. It was completely out of the blue, and she felt curious.
"It's nothing, I just suddenly became concerned." There was no way she could say Kars had kneaded her chest yesterday and then complained about how small they were, could she? And yet, she genuinely felt a slight sense of growth.
After Remilia changed her clothes, she ran into Kars returning to the mansion as she was leaving her bedroom.
"Little Auntie, you're up."
"Yes. Kars, come with me for a moment; I have something to tell you." Kars looked at Sakuya, confused. Sakuya shook her head, indicating she was just as clueless. Kars then followed Remilia into her room. He glanced at Flandre, who was still asleep on the bed, and then quietly faced Remilia.
"Little Auntie, what do you need to talk about?"
"It's about last night. You remember, right?" When she brought up last night, Kars immediately knew what she meant: he had kneaded his Little Auntie's chest. But why bring it up again?
"Yes, Little Auntie, what about it?"
"Well, I just feel like my chest has gotten a little bigger, but Sakuya couldn't tell. So, I want you to confirm it. You were touching them yesterday, right? You should have some impression."
"Huh? I don't remember very clearly." Kars scratched his head, looking confused. He felt he didn't have much of an impression and probably couldn't tell the difference.
"Just try it anyway! You were kneading them for a long time in your sleep last night, so you must have some recollection. Try it quickly." Hearing Remilia say that, Kars could only walk forward and put his hands on Remilia's chest. They felt just as flat as always. He felt no difference.
"No, Little Auntie, are you mistaken?"
"Are you sure?" Remilia asked, slightly disheartened. Was I really wrong?
"Yes, I think so, even through the clothes." Kars's words made Remilia realize this point. She quickly pulled up her top, exposing her chest, and placed Kars's hand on them again.
"Can you tell the difference now?" Kars felt them, met Remilia's expectant gaze, and stuck to his original assessment.
"Still the same feeling. No change." Kars's words instantly made Remilia look disappointed.
"No change? Then why did I feel like they got bigger?"
"Could they be swollen from kneading?" Kars offered his guess. If it was true, as his Little Auntie said, that he had kneaded them for a long time last night, the result would likely be swelling. He thought that prolonged kneading of his Little Auntie's type of chest would cause swelling, especially since they weren't big and soft like Patchouli's.
This answer made a lot of sense to Remilia, and her mood immediately dropped significantly. I thought my body was finally starting to develop, but it was just swelling? That's so frustrating.
Just then, Flandre stirred on the adjacent bed, seemingly waking up. Remilia quickly pulled down her clothes. Flandre got up, rubbed her eyes, and looked at Kars and Remilia standing by the bed.
"Sister and Kars, what were you doing standing together?"
"Nothing, just confirming a few things. If you're up, hurry up and get ready." Remilia said before leaving the room. Flandre got out of bed, changed out of her sleepwear, and quickly got dressed. After getting ready, she walked up to Kars and asked.
"Kars, Sister seemed a little unhappy just now. What happened?"
"About that, I'm not really sure." Kars shook his head. He didn't fully understand Remilia's thought process and wasn't sure why she was feeling that way.
"You don't know either, Kars? It seems Sister is keeping something secret again. Let's go out together." Flandre didn't dwell on Remilia's mood. She took Kars's hand, and they left the bedroom together.
After spending some time together, Kars went to the Great Library.
"Speaking of which, how long does this massage lesson need to go on, Patchouli? And it seems I'm doing this in my sleep now, too." Kars brought up the issue with Patchouli. He found it strange that he was doing this even when asleep.
"That's perfectly normal. There's nothing strange about it." Patchouli replied calmly, as if it were the most natural thing in the world, telling Kars not to worry about it.
"As for how much longer you need to learn, you've pretty much mastered the basics. Now, I'll teach you the remaining techniques." Patchouli closed the book on the desk, stood up, and walked toward her room. Kars followed her. After entering the room, he watched Patchouli lift her top as usual, signaling Kars to come forward.
"This time, Kars, don't use your hands."
"Not use my hands? Then how am I supposed to massage?" Kars was confused, unsure of what to do.
"Use your mouth."
Kars: (ㅎ.ㅎ)
Use my mouth… is that still a massage? A question mark popped up in Kars's mind. He didn't think that could be called a massage.
When Patchouli exposed her chest, Kars's face flushed as usual, and his gaze instinctively dropped.
"Patchouli, I don't think that would be a massage anymore."
"A massage doesn't necessarily require hands. You know there are massages where people use their feet to walk on your back. So, a massage isn't about how you do it, but about making the person being massaged feel good, right?" Patchouli explained calmly.
"Is that so?" Patchouli's example made Kars feel like there was nothing wrong with her logic. But he still wondered if using his mouth would be effective.
While he was contemplating, Patchouli picked Kars up and sat him on her lap, facing her. Her face slowly began to redden. Kars looked at the chest right in front of him, feeling his heart race. At Patchouli's subtle signal, he hesitated for a moment, then opened his mouth and bit down gently.
Outside the room, Koakuma pressed her ear against the door, listening to the sounds Patchouli was making, and couldn't help but sigh in admiration.