Chapter 42 The Special-Massage Escalates꞉ A Servant’s Tease
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
A soft, wet peck sounded as I kissed the top of Lily-ojou’s foot. She received the touch with a face taut with expectation and impatience, then wriggled and rubbed her inner thighs together.
”Starting with my feet again?” she demanded, her voice tight.
”Yes, my Lady. The areas we can relax are different when you are on your back,” I replied, maintaining my courteous façade.
”Mnnn…! Well, fine. I did tell you I leave it all up to you, Kento…”
I managed the most sardonic smile I could and began to knead her foot, this time up from the shin. The thin muscles over the bone are surprisingly prone to tension. I meticulously applied pressure, pressing away the knots, and every so often, I would reverently kiss the area.
Lily-ojou’s perfectly manicured fingers clenched tight and then opened wide. Perhaps she was remembering the sensation of being kissed and licked all over, just moments before.
”Hahh…! Nn, nn…!”
I could see the impatience in her eyes grow sharper as my hand traveled up to her thigh. She wanted my hand to venture deep into her inner core. I deliberately ignored her desire, continuing with the motions of a perfectly ordinary massage, albeit one where I infused my touch with a slow, melting heat.
”I will move on top of you now, if I may?” I asked smoothly.
”Ah, ahh…!” she gasped, her voice catching.
I straddled her knees and placed my hands on her pelvis. She furrowed her brow in a silent plea of desperation. Ignoring her, I slid my thumbs between the bone and flesh, kneading the deep-seated tension in her body. Every time my fingers sank in, she let out a lush, alluring moan of pure lust, “Nn! Nn!”
”Kento, you idiot…!”
”My apologies, My Lady, did it displease you?” I questioned, though my heart was singing.
”……!”
I ascended her flank without even a brush against her lower abdomen, let alone her inner thighs, and Lily-ojou let the insult slip out like a private thought. When I questioned her, she gave no verbal reply, only a sultry, wet-eyed glare that thrilled me. She gives me this reaction, and she must know it only makes me want to torment her more. I wondered if she truly understood.
”Pardon me, my fingers might brush against something now.”
”……”
I inserted my thumb near her armpit, right at the base of her chest. Predictably, there was no bra strap to impede me, and my finger sank into the soft flesh. Her chest, which defied gravity and pointed upward even as she lay on her side, shook with a gentle jiggle. She turned her face away, refusing to address me with words anymore.
”Hoo…! Hoo…!” she breathed out quickly.
I traced her collarbone, massaged the trapezius at the back, and worked on her deltoid muscle. As I kneaded her arm, I intently watched the tendons in her neck. I suppressed the urge to lick away the soft beads of sweat that had gathered there, and worked my way down her upper and lower arm.
”Lily…”
”……! “
Matching her ragged gasps with my own equally heated breath, I took her right hand and lowered a kiss to the back of it. I made soft, wet pecking sounds, nibbling at her, and continued to kiss every inch of her palm.
This was clearly no longer a massage, but to give myself an excuse, I cupped her hand in both of mine and softly squeezed and kneaded it. I tickled her palm, stroked her knuckles, and smeared my own passionate heat onto her fingertips.
She grew conscious of her suddenly sweaty hand and tried to wipe it with her thumb. I wouldn’t allow it, capturing her hand and lightly nipping her skin with my teeth. She tensed her shoulder, her face still averted, and clutched at her pajama bottoms with her left hand, but she never pulled her right hand away.
”My little sweetie…” I murmured.
”—! “
I then took her left hand, releasing her fingers that were clenching her pajamas so hard the fabric might tear. I dropped kisses on it just the same. But on the base of her ring finger, I lingered with my tongue, tracing a ring of saliva once, twice, three times, four, five times, an excessive number of wet circles.
”—! Enough! Already! Stop it, pleeease!”
She thrashed her right hand and both feet, bellowing like a cow in an old story. I finished with a loud, final peck and released her hands. She quickly drew them back, clutching and rubbing them together protectively over her chest, trying to smooth away the sensation. But I noticed that she was carefully avoiding touching her ring finger.
”Were you satisfied, Lily-ojou?” I asked her, my voice full of false concern.
”Of course not! It’s not nearly enough! Not at all!” she snapped back, her breath uneven.
”Is that so? Then, shall I give you a more intense, truly special massage?” I offered, my smile widening.
”……!”
The Lady reacted instantly to my words. For a while now, the peaks of her breasts had been proudly asserting themselves, pushing against the pajama fabric. I wanted to seize and twist them right now, but I was enjoying myself too much. I decided to be thoroughly wicked and subtle today.
”Now, My Lady, please put both hands above your head. I will place a pillow behind your back.”
”……”
The Lady silently obeyed. This posture pushed her chest forward, making the position of her sensitive cores even clearer. But I did not touch them directly. Instead, I placed my hands beneath her chest, scooping up the flesh from below. I gathered the tissue from her sides, moving my hands toward the center.
”Since you are so generously endowed, My Lady, this area must surely be prone to great fatigue,” I said, knowing full well the ‘tension’ was pure pleasure and frustration. Her reply was a high, inarticulate humming, “Nnnnngh!,” her eyes squeezed shut, her body tensing from the sexual sensation she was finally receiving.
”Hauuugh…! Haahh…! Aaaaah!”
Her cries became impossible to suppress. Yet, I still refused to give her what she truly craved. I continued to diligently gather the flesh from the sides, the top, and the bottom, a relentless circular massage. She must have been frantic, as her back began to lift off the pillow beneath her.
”Uuuuughhh…! Aaaah, aaahhh…!”
Lily-ojou threw her head back, letting out a roar like a furious animal toward the ceiling. I massaged her chest, wringing the flesh and circling the areolae with a gentle squeeze. The friction of the pajamas against her skin must have been giving her pleasure, but I knew such a subtle stimulus could never fully satisfy her.
”Ngaaahhh! Massage them harder! Grab them and wring them out! Twist those peaks until they pop!”
”No, My Lady, you must not speak such vulgar things,” I chastised her, mercilessly rebuking the collapse of her pride and reason. I couldn’t help the smile that crept onto my face, but Lily, glaring at me with tear-filled eyes, saw my smug expression.
”Moooooou!”
”Guh! “
Suddenly, Lily leapt up. There was a strong thud as her forehead collided with my face. Thankfully, she must have instinctively held back, and my nose wasn’t bleeding, but it definitely stung a little.
”Kento, you Idiot!”
”Oh, alright, I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Your reactions were just too adorable, that’s all,” I apologized.
As I spoke, I kissed her forehead—the very spot that had so fiercely knocked against my face. I pecked her lips with a little ‘sorry’ kiss, and then, without warning, fiercely squeezed her chest.
”Ahh…! —!”
She seemed to reach a climax just from the touch to her chest. I refused to let her curl over, holding her hips while massaging and kissing her simultaneously. I plunged my tongue into her mouth, rolled the sensitive core with my thumb, and poured my saliva inside her.
”Nnnn! Nnnngh! “
Lily groaned in protest against my sudden, intense assault, but I ignored her. I tickled the roof of her mouth with the tip of my tongue, and she obediently began to suck the underside of my tongue. Taking the invitation, I passionately tangled our tongues together.
”Mmmph! Slurp! Lick! Suck! Kiss!”
Responding to her furious, passionate kiss, I finally twisted her peaks as she had asked. Her two hands desperately clawed at my body over the pajamas. She seemed to want to thrust her hips, her thighs flailing, trying to push me up and away.
”Slurp-slurp! Suck! Kiss! Lick! Bite! Mouth-kiss!”
Eventually, a supple hand snaked beneath my pajamas, leaving several sharp scratch marks. I gave in and slid my own hand inside her pajamas. Her silken skin was now entirely damp and steamed, sticking to my palm with a moist cling.
”Nnnnngh! “
I took her quivering, abundant breasts in both hands and pushed down on the painfully hard, sensitive cores. She was clearly overwhelmed by another chest climax. I sucked the languid tongue back, stealing her sweet saliva and hot gasps.
”Phew…. Now, Lily, put your hands up…”
”Y-yes…!” she whispered, her thoughts seemingly entirely gone. I helped her out of her pajamas. Once the top was off, I pulled back from her and swiftly became completely nude. Her hot gaze was locked on my erect, throbbing self.
”Let’s take your bottoms off, too, shall we?”
”Ah…! Nooo…!” she cried out, almost pleadingly.
”Oh, wow, look at this…” I remarked, my eyes wide.
”Idiot, idiot, idiot! Kento, you fool!” she whimpered, overwhelmed by the sight.
Her inner core was so soaked with fluid that it had saturated her shorts and pajamas, wetting the floor, practically steaming with arousal. I inhaled her rich, heavy scent and began to massage her groin and lower abdomen. Her inner passage contracted in spasms, and her sensitive spot twitched and trembled, releasing a thick, syrupy fluid.
”Heeeh! No more massage! I don’t want it!” she squealed.
”Oh? Are you sure, My Lady? But your lymph nodes…”
”I don’t want it!” she whined.
”Hehe, alright, alright. I suppose I can stop. But are you truly okay with that? The final part is a deep passage massage and a womb massage using this… ‘rod’?” I asked, gesturing with my hardness.
”Ah…! That… I want it…!” she whispered desperately.
Fluid spurted out as the spasm in her inner passage and the twitching of her sensitive spot accelerated. I had really wanted to continue with the outer massage for an hour or so, but I was seriously afraid she might actually strike me if I teased her further. Giving up, I pressed my member along the seam of her inner core. The head and the delicate tissue crushed against each other, and my shaft was instantly coated in nectar.
”Ah, ah, ah! Hurry, hurry!” she urged.
Lily bucked her hips, begging for the insertion. But no matter how hard she tried, her inner core couldn’t reach the head. She could only writhe and lick the shaft in a silent plea. I savored the sensation for a few moments, then slowly withdrew my hips. And then, I deliberately, slowly, sank into her.
”Aaaahhhh! —!”
Welcomed by the flesh and folds that had been waiting for me, I pushed inward. With a soft thud, I touched her womb, and Lily seized up with a climax, her inner passage clamping down fiercely. The depth of her joy traveled through my member and deep into my loins.
”Now, I shall give you a thorough massage deep inside your body,” I whispered.
”Hyaah! Ah, ah! Kento, Kento!”
Lily-ojou no longer cared about the ‘massage’ or the ‘Lady and Servant’ role-play; she was simply calling my name, intoxicated by the pleasure I was giving her. Well, if that’s the case, I’ll enjoy this to the fullest, too. I firmly grabbed her hips and pressed my thumbs hard into the area where her ovaries were located.
”Ngh! What, what is that?!” she yelped in surprise.
”An ovary massage. It really does work, I see,” I observed.
”Ah! Ah!”
I thrust my hips in at the same moment I pressed my thumbs in. Inside, I was kneading her inner core while grinding against her passage, and outside, I was shaking and massaging her ovaries along with her womb. Meticulously, diligently, with passion burning on my thumbs.
”Just a little more, stay with me…” I mumbled softly.
”Feh…?”
”Because I’m going to make sure I fill you up completely…”
”Ah…¹”
It was as if an aura of the same soft pink as her hair had risen from Lily’s dazed body. Her fully ripened womb softened so much that it felt as if it had melted away, beckoning my head deeper inside. The highly viscous nectar oozed out, submerging my shaft. The temperature inside her rose, and my hips clenched involuntarily.
”You shouldn’t say things like that, you know,” she murmured, a hint of a challenge in her voice.
”Well, I’m the kind of guy who puts his desires out there,” I confessed.
”Oh really…?”
Her arms and legs wrapped around me, and our faces were so close our noses were touching. I thrust my hips to hide my sudden lack of composure, and a wet, squelching sound echoed. My member was driven into her, deeper than ever, with zero resistance. *Jub-jub-jub.* The bottomless mire of her passage was nevertheless firmly gripping my shaft.
”Guh!”
”Ah, ah, ah…”
”Hmph, hmph…”
”Let it out, Kento…”
”Wah!”
”Come on, fill me up deep inside…”
”Hoo, hoo!”
”…make sure you impregnate me.”
”Aah!”
A thunderous torrent of fluid burst forth, a gushing, splashing, powerful release!
”—!”
”—!”
We both reached climax, our bodies trembling, our eyes locked in a fierce, intimate gaze. I couldn’t hold back and pressed my lips to hers. I had poured everything into Lily, and my legs felt weak and useless.
*This is what happens when you make her melt completely,* I thought, feeling strangely detached, trying not to acknowledge the loaded words I had carelessly let slip.
”Hoo, hoo…” she breathed out, finally relaxed.
”Hah, hah…” I replied, trying to catch my breath.
”Don’t think you’re going to get any sleep tonight, you hear?” she threatened, though her voice was husky with satisfaction.
”Ah, well… Last night and the night before were pretty intense, though, weren’t they?” I said, trying to plead my case.
”I don’t care. It’s all your fault, Master,” she countered, her Ojou-sama tone returning.
”That might be true, but…”
”And next time, you have to let me give you a massage.”
”Ah, yes, alright…”
And so, the night deepened at the magic shop ‘Harvest,’ with me fearing the day when my careless words about making her pregnant might actually come true.
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Summary:
Kento’s special massage escalates into a fierce, teasing confrontation where Lily-ojou’s pride melts into raw desire. The teasing hits a boiling point when he avoids direct touch, leading her to demand more and finally strike him in playful frustration. This breaks the tension, leading to a passionate, messy, dual climax where Kento utters a life-altering promise in the throes of passion, leaving them both utterly spent but ready for the rest of the night.
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Character Insight:
Kento’s true nature is revealed: he’s a playful sadist who finds genuine affection in his partner’s intense reactions. Lily-ojou’s willingness to abandon her pride for extreme pleasure, as evidenced by her protective touch over her ring finger and her desperate pleas, shows the depth of her trust and feeling for Kento.
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Behind the Scene:
This chapter is the climax of the ‘Special-Massage’ arc, where Kento’s deliberate teasing is used to heighten Lily-ojou’s emotional and physical surrender, fully establishing the passionate, dominant-teasing dynamic of their relationship. The promise of ‘impr**nating’ her is a crucial moment, setting up future relationship developments.
Notes:
• Lily – the sl*ve and primary experiment subject for the magic shop, ‘Harvest.’ She has striking pink hair, Blue eyes, medium breasts, which the Protagonist associates with being ‘wanton’. She has a working knowledge of magic, which she kept hidden from the slave trader.
• Kento – The owner of the magic tool shop ‘Harvest,’ which discretely sells adult goods. He’s a former overworked, ordinary salaryman from modern Japan who was suddenly transported (isekai’d) to this fantasy world. He has dark hair and an unremarkable appearance, typically wearing a plain, slightly suspicious-looking shop owner’s clothes looks like Kazuma Satou from certain series. He has a minimal amount of magic power, enough to craft his specialty items.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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