Madam, believe me, how can I be a minotaur?

After realizing this, Makoto Asano's playful mood was instantly ignited. A mischievous grin stretched across his lips as he prepared to massage Eriko Miyajima once more.

Just then, the door to the infirmary was suddenly opened.

Along with the sound of the door opening, came a voice that both Eriko Miyajima and Makoto Asano knew very well.

"Konnichiwa, anyone here? I'm here to slack off... Whoa—!"

Seemingly not expecting anyone to be in the usually empty infirmary, and especially not a teacher, Yuta Yamada stood dumbfounded at the door, his words abruptly cut off like a duck being strangled.

Hearing his familiar voice, Makoto Asano couldn't help but chuckle, then turned to look at the bewildered Yuta Yamada.

Eriko Miyajima also subconsciously raised her head, looking in the same direction.

The moment she saw Yuta Yamada, a sense of familiarity inevitably arose within her.

Why does this person look so familiar? But... I can't remember his name.

Why?

Could it be... am I mistaken?

Thinking she might have mistaken him for someone else, Eriko Miyajima lowered her head again.

In any case, being seen in this embarrassing state by someone else, even a 'stranger,' is mortifying...

Meanwhile, Makoto Asano, having turned around, was amiably asking Yuta Yamada, "What's wrong, student? Are you injured somewhere?"

As he spoke, his hands didn't stop moving.

And because he wasn't watching while he massaged, his strength wasn't well controlled, instantly causing Eriko Miyajima to involuntarily make a sound again.

Hearing Eriko Miyajima's delicate voice, Yuta Yamada, who had been standing blankly at the door, finally snapped out of it.

However, he naturally couldn't tell Asano that he was there to slack off.

So, after spending more brainpower than it would take to solve any difficult problem, he finally came up with a suitable excuse in half a second: "No, teacher, it's just that a student on the sports field is injured, and I couldn't find the school nurse, so I came to the infirmary to see if there were any other teachers."

"Is that so? That's certainly worrying..."

Hearing this, Makoto Asano nodded understandingly, but soon sighed and said, "But as you can see, I have other students here who need care and can't leave for the time being, so, student, why don't you go look for another teacher?"

Yuta Yamada quickly stood up straight and said loudly, "Okay, okay!"

Makoto Asano smiled meaningfully, then stopped paying attention to Yuta Yamada and turned back to Eriko Miyajima.

Eriko Miyajima was currently deeply lowering her head, making it impossible to see her expression.

However, she was also unable to see the situation around her, and as for Makoto Asano, he had directly turned his back.

So, neither of them noticed that Yuta Yamada was still standing at the door, not leaving.

Of course, because this was Eriko Miyajima's dream, Yuta Yamada didn't recognize her, nor did he find her familiar.

Yuta Yamada simply thought this girl was very pretty, her blushing and shy appearance was very cute, and he felt a little flutter of the heart, so he subconsciously forgot to leave.

In short, it was just a case of being smitten at first sight.

Meanwhile, Makoto Asano was like a child who had found a fun toy. He held Eriko Miyajima's delicate foot in one hand, and playfully fiddled with her toes with the other, occasionally tickling the soles of her feet mischievously.

At this point, Makoto Asano's actions no longer seemed like mere treatment, but Eriko Miyajima had no energy to pay attention to such things.

She was still lowering her head, playing ostrich, as if she didn't see Makoto Asano's actions, but her toes were shrinking shyly in Makoto Asano's hand, looking exceptionally cute.

After playing with them for a while with great interest, Makoto Asano once again took things a step further.

He moved his hand slightly upward, gently clinging to Eriko Miyajima's calf and stroking it.

Because she had participated in the sports festival, Eriko Miyajima was wearing her red and white school tracksuit.

So, Makoto Asano didn't even need to lift her trouser leg to easily touch her smooth and delicate calf.

At this moment, Eriko Miyajima's cheeks were completely flushed, as charming as if they could drip water.

And after feeling the cool touch of Makoto Asano stroking her calf, she could no longer suppress her voice, and her throat began to involuntarily leak out low moans.

A hint of surprise flashed across Makoto Asano's face, but only for a moment, and then he thought of the reason why Eriko Miyajima had become like this.

He remembered the scene when he first met Eriko Miyajima. At that time, he only lightly brushed the palm of Eriko Miyajima's hand with his finger, and her cheeks flushed because of this unintentional touch.

At that time, Makoto Asano couldn't help but sigh that Eriko Miyajima was really an easily shy woman, but now it seemed that it might not only be like this, but because her body was more sensitive than he imagined.

Feeling the delicate and smooth touch on his hand, and listening to the erotic moans that came from his ear from time to time, Makoto Asano suddenly couldn't control himself, and even had some thoughts of wanting to become closer to Eriko Miyajima.

But just as he decided to turn his thoughts into reality, and raised his butt to get up, Eriko Miyajima suddenly said, "Teacher, stop... stop it, there's someone outside..."

Hearing this, Makoto Asano raised his eyebrows in surprise, then turned his head to look at the door.

There, was Yuta Yamada, his face flushed for some reason, his hands clenched tightly into fists.

Seeing him like this, Makoto Asano was stunned for a moment, then suddenly felt a little funny.

If it were in reality, Yuta Yamada's reaction would be understandable, but now it was in a dream, and he didn't even recognize the current Eriko Miyajima.

So why was he in such a state?

Makoto Asano didn't understand, but he didn't care either.

This dream should be coming to an end soon, he had to hurry up and farm some of Eriko Miyajima's affection points, and didn't have time to waste on this "fake" Yuta Yamada who didn't even have self-awareness.

So, after thinking about it simply, he decided to ignore Yuta Yamada at the door, and instead pulled the curtains around the infirmary bed.

Then, he turned back, and showed a mischievous smile to Eriko Miyajima, whose face was full of blush.

Chapter 42: A Trap?