Chapter 239. [Relaxation?]

“I wasn’t making any sexy noises or anything.”

≫But that line itself sounds kinda sexy, doesn’t it?

≫I don’t get the appeal of ASMR at all, even though I’m using pretty good speakers.

≫↑It’s pointless if you’re not using earphones or headphones.

Just sighing led to this reaction.

Seriously. It’s unbearable.

And to make matters worse, I can’t even get angry because I can’t raise my voice.

So I’m left feeling sulky.

“Eek!?”

Suddenly, Ilyena grabbed my hand.

I couldn’t help but let out a sound.

“Please, Iroha-sama. If you speak too loudly, everyone’s ears will be crushed.”

“Uh, sorry… Wait, did Ilyena just…”

I’m giving her a resentful look, but Ilyena acts as if nothing happened.

She was flustered when our hands touched earlier, but now completely different.

“Iroha-sama, ‘sexy’ is a compliment. You should be happy about that.”

“I-is that so?”

She seemed to have completely flipped a switch.

Before I knew it, Ilyena seemed to have become professional.

Just 2 years ago, she was a total amateur.

How time flies.

“It’s cute when Iroha-sama gets embarrassed, but please have confidence. It means your voice is charming.”

“M-my voice is charming? Even if you say that.”

I still don’t get it.

Especially since I’ve never streamed in that style before.

As I’m bewildered, Ilyena whispers.

“It’s okay.”

For some reason, her breathy voice sounded very seductive.

“What should I do to make everyone happy? I’ll guide you every step of the way.”

“…Uh, okay.”

My head feels fuzzy.

I’m almost drawn to Ilyena’s exposed mouth as she removes her mask.

“Now, Iroha-sama. Follow my lead and gently stroke their ears.”

“Uh, like this? Is this okay?”

I’m not sure what the right answer is.

I timidly touch the ears of the dummy head microphone.

≫Whoa, my ears are tingling.

≫It’s fun how different it feels between left and right.

≫Iroha-chan’s lingering awkwardness is kind of… alluring.

Apparently, this is good enough.

But…

I’m usually on the receiving end of ASMR, not the giving end… It feels strange.

“Iroha-sama. That’s great. Please read the comments. Everyone is feeling so relaxed because of your touch.”

“I-I wonder if that’s true?”

“Can I play with you more?”

“Uh, sure…”

I try rubbing earlobes and inserting fingers into the ears.

“Hmm…”?

I hum and nibble on their ears.

≫!!!

≫Whoa! That breath-blowing is amazing.

≫Is ASMR always this amazing for beginners like me?

Just my slight movements elicit exaggerated reactions from the viewers.

It’s like I’m playing with everyone’s hearts and bodies.

“How do you feel, Iroha-sama? Feels good, doesn’t it?”

“Huh!? Th-that’s…”

“Iroha-sama, you can be honest. Right now, you look really sexy.”

“N-no way. I-I’m not… like that…”

“No need to pretend. You were so absorbed earlier. It’s too late now.”

I turn my face away, but Ilyena gently touches my cheek and makes me look up.

My face feels like it’s on fire. My body feels unusually hot.

“H-ha…”

Even my breath feels feverish.

What’s going on? What have I done!?

Could it be that the viewers are praising me, and I’m enjoying it?

My mind is still that of a man. So there’s no way that could be!?

“Iroha-sama, you’re so cute.”

“N-no… Don’t… look at me…”

Somehow, there’s even a sweet scent lingering in the air.

My head is spinning.

“Hehehe, let’s try using some tools. First, let’s use lotion like this.”

Ilyena drips lotion onto her hands and rubs them together.

With a squelch, a sound comes out.?

“Ah.”

“I forgot.”

Ilyena exclaims.

She shows her hands wet with lotion, looking apologetic.

“Sorry, Iroha-sama. Can you get the tools instead?”

“O-of course.”

I snap out of it and stand up.

What was I doing just now!?

I’ve been too carried away by Ilyena’s atmosphere.

Let’s cool my head a bit and stay calm.

“Please open that closet and get the tools. It’s in the lower right…”

As she speaks, I open the closet.

Huh?

Come to think of it, was it okay for me to see inside this?

“…Ah!”

It seems Ilyena has noticed it too.

She rolls over to me and leaps at me.

With a crash, she pushes me down…

But it’s too late.

“What’s this?”

Inside the closet was an altar.

Numerous “Translator Girl Iroha” posters and acrylic stands were lined up.

Even some goods with my autograph got mixed in.

And then.

Flutter.

With the impact of our collision, Ilyena’s mask comes off and falls.

With a clatter,

Her sunglasses roll across the floor.

“…Ah.” “…Ah.”

Ilyena and I find ourselves face to face.