I'll Change Your Mind, You'll See

Lulu’s trying to talk Hime into a massage, but Hime’s already throwing up walls. Strangers? Greasy oil? Joke of a soundtrack that sounds like a sauna ad? She’d rather flush her cash than lie naked while some rando paws her back. Lulu just smirks, swears there’s no woo-woo, and promises “my hands only.” A minute of give-and-take, half laughs, and the girls betting who will crack first—Hime breaks. Bottle out, clothes off, Hime lands face-down, bare ass up. Lulu pours the oil in a thick stripe down her spine, palms warming the liquid until it’s slick as spit. She starts at the neck, slides past the shoulders, kneads the dip of Hime’s lower back, each drag pulling her hands lower, spreading her wider. Hime’s trying to stay cool, but her thighs keep twitching open, and the heat’s already slick between her legs that isn’t just the oil. Lulu catches the quiver, leans in, breath at Hime’s ear. She coos the promise like a dare: happy ending that’ll wipe every other thought out of her head. Hime’s got nothing left but a shaky nod, nipples stiff against the sheets, hips lifting off the bed to chase whatever Lulu wants to give next.