Chapter 545 Cross-Cultural Exchange ④*
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
”Ahhh♡♡♡!? W-wait…♡♡♡! R-really…♡♡♡! M-my back, my back is…♡♡♡!?” Nada-san gasped, her voice trembling.
”There, there, it’s quite alright,” I replied in a calm, neutral tone. “It’s not exactly unheard of for someone to climax just from their back being stimulated, you know.”
”It’s weird♡♡♡! It’s absolutely weird♡♡♡!”
I was in the middle of a top-tier massage for Nada-san, a guest from the Southern Continent. Her back, naturally, was dark and smooth, with sharp, beautiful shoulder blades and an incredibly sensitive surface.
Granted, in reality, you can’t actually climax just from a back massage. This was the result of my diligent, methodical teasing—nipping at the sides of her breasts from behind and shaking her hips to agitate her womb. Or, perhaps her entire body had simply reached a state of hyper-sensitivity, making her untouched genitals react on their own.
Wives who have been teased to their breaking point usually end up like this. They sway their hips helplessly, subconsciously grinding their clitorises against the bed.
”Ah, ah, aaaaaaah…♡♡♡♡♡!? ♡♡♡!?”
Sure enough, Nada-san was sprawled out like a frog, legs splayed wide, hips thrashing in a desperate, rhythmic grind. Watching the way the dark, glossy muscles of her buttocks tightened and relaxed in sequence was, frankly, an absolute delight.
Nada-san’s body was lithe and well-trained. Every inch traced a beautiful, muscular line, each movement a seductive invitation that stoked a man’s desire. I doubt she intends for it to be that way, of course…
”Hhh-ah…♡♡♡! Hhh-ah…♡♡♡!”
”Heh, you’re covered in slick, isn’t it lovely?” I chuckled softly. “There’s hardly a spot left on you that my hands haven’t touched…”
”Ah, ah, ah…♡♡♡!”
From the nape of her neck to her tailbone, I traced her spine with fingertips drenched in lotion. She reacted by thrusting her chin forward—arching her back into a sharp, shrimp-like bow—shuddering violently.
I grabbed her cheeks, firmly. Then kneaded. The elasticity was superb, rivaling even Boob-sama’s. I added more lotion, rubbing it in with slow, syrupy strokes. I meticulously worked the skin that stood up in goosebumps, causing her to twitch in response.
”Alright, next, I’m going to slip a towel under your stomach,” I stated.
”Ah, ah…♡♡♡”
A moment later, I tucked a folded towel between her and the bed. Rather than under her stomach, it was more like under her pelvis. Naturally, the towel propped her body up, forcing her into a pose that shoved her backside into the air.
And with that, her crotch—which I hadn’t touched at all until now—was left completely exposed. Without even having to spread her cheeks, her anus and v**inal opening were both on full display.
”L-Lord Harvest, t-this pose is…” Nada-san whispered.
”Heh, what do you think of it?” I asked.
”…♡♡♡!”
Nada-san, finally realizing exactly how lewd a position she had been placed in, asked with a voice thick with expectation and excitement. She must have realized what was about to happen.
Obliging her expectations, I picked up the lotion. I warmed it in my hands to keep it from being cold, massaging it until it made wet, squelching sounds. She shivered and shook at every noise, but remained silent, waiting for the moment. And then…
”Hyaah!? Ah, aah♡♡♡!?”
Without a word of warning, I slid my hand right between her legs. The pleasure she had been waiting for. She arched her back to try and escape it, but unfortunately, her pose was already fixed.
”I wonder if the lotion was even necessary? You’re already so wet…”
”Ah-ah♡♡♡! W-wait…♡♡♡! So suddenly…♡♡♡!”
”Chuckle, Nada-san, you’re always saying ‘wait’… It’s fine, wasn’t it okay for your legs and breasts earlier?”
”It w-wasn’t okay♡♡♡! That’s exactly why it wasn’t okayyy♡♡♡!!! Ah-ah, oh, ah♡♡♡!?”
Squish, squish, squish. I used my hands and fingers to caress everything from her anus to her vertical slit, and finally, her clitoris. I massaged the area around her anus with my thumb. I stimulated her clitoris with my fingertip, then kneaded her v**inal opening with the base of my index finger.
The lotion and her own natural juices mixed into a wet, slick mess that felt absolutely heavenly to stroke. I changed fingers, changed angles, changed points of attack, and thoroughly enjoyed every sensation.
”Wait, seriously…!!! This, ahh♡♡♡!? Take the towel awayyy♡♡♡!!!”
Nada-san buried her face in the pillow, thrashing her arms and legs. For good measure, she shook her hips from side to side within the limits of the pose. It seemed she had finally realized there was no escape from the pleasure in this position.
Even without the current circumstances, it was a humiliating pose that left her most sensitive areas defenseless—it was, if I may be so bold, quite reckless of her. Well, I suppose it’s a bit rich for me to say that when she’s clearly trusting me. What I mean to say is, “wait” doesn’t work anymore.
”Speaking of which, Nada-san, have you been using your ‘Slime-Pal’?” I asked.
”Fah, ah♡♡♡!? S- ‘Slime-Pal’…♡♡♡?”
”Yes, the ‘Slime-kun Who Dwells in a Woman’s Arse’ I explained at the palace.”
”Ah-ah-ah♡♡♡! I-I haven’t used it♡♡♡!”
”Oh, that won’t do at all… Among the items you purchased, there is a high-grade ‘Slime-Pal’ prepared specifically for your master. As a servant, shouldn’t you be checking its safety and comfort for your master’s sake?”
”Ah, ugh♡♡♡!? That may be true, but, c-could it be…♡♡♡!?”
”Indeed. I, too, would like to verify if this matches the constitution of those from the Southern Continent, just like the lotion.”
”W-wait! The back hole, surely that’s…♡♡♡!”
Once again, I let her words wash over me, reaching for the “Slime-Pal” I had prepared on the side table. Nada-san cast a wary glance at it, tension rippling through her back, but the moment I stroked her crotch, she couldn’t focus on anything else.
”Ah-ah-ah♡♡♡! I can’t… keep my strength…♡♡♡♡♡!”
”It’s fine. Thanks to the effect of the ‘Slime-Pal’, there will be no pain. And I’ll be sure to loosen you up thoroughly before that, too.”
”I-if I thought you were touching there quite a lot, w-was it for this…♡♡♡! Ah-ah-ah…♡♡♡♡♡!!!”
Straddling her knees, I spread her cheeks—which were already so exposed they hardly needed help. I kneaded the two holes that changed shape with every movement, observing them.
Slurp, squelch, gurgle. A lewd fluid—whether it was her juices or the lotion, I couldn’t tell—foamed up. A lewd hole that laid bare its pulsing walls, fully prepared but never touched. An anus that stood haughtily, tightly puckered, unaware of the development awaiting it. Naturally, the latter was my target.
While continuing to knead her cheeks, I placed both thumbs at her anus. I am not some brute who forces entry without preparation. First, I stroked the perimeter slowly with the pads of my fingers. The anal sphincter twitched in response.
”Ah-ah♡♡♡! I-it tickles…♡♡♡! In a place like that…♡♡♡! Ah, hnn…♡♡♡♡!”
Slowly, I placed a finger on the center. Not to force it in, of course. I just traced the folds of her anus. One by one, carefully, like a potter or an artist smoothing clay.
”Huuuh♡♡♡!? W-what, is this sensation…♡♡♡♡!”
”It feels good, doesn’t it? The anus is a perfectly valid erogenous zone, one of the most sensitive parts of the human body.”
”Ah-ah-ah…♡♡♡♡♡!”
As her rear hole was toyed with, her front hole cycled through tension and relaxation. Her tightly clenched anus gradually began to lose its resistance. Yes, that should be enough.
Well, the truth is, the “Slime-Pal” possesses properties like malleability and muscle relaxation that would allow it to enter even an entirely undeveloped anus, let alone one I’ve been working on.
Eh? You ask why I loosened her up, then? That, of course, is a hobby of mine. No, no, it’s not completely meaningless; it makes the process smoother. It’s just that, well, most of the reasoning is purely for my own entertainment.
”Alright, I’m going to insert the ‘Slime-Pal’ now. Please, relax,” I said.
”E-even if you tell me to, I can’t hold any strength…♡♡♡♡ E-eh, you’re putting it in now…♡♡♡!?”
I took the “Slime-Pal” from the bottle and placed it on her bottom. From there, it would follow the commands I had carved into it, finding the entrance on its own.
”Aaaaaaaaaah♡♡♡♡!? ♡♡♡!?”
The sensation of a foreign object was evidently quite intense. Nada-san let out a voice that was neither a moan nor a scream. Ignoring that, the “Slime-Pal” slid smoothly into her anus. Because its body was translucent, her gaping anus was left in full view.
Like water draining from a basin into a sink, the volume of the slime transitioned from the surface into her body. Within a few dozen seconds, the “Slime-Pal” had vanished completely inside Nada-san.
”There, all done. It didn’t hurt, did it?”
”I-it didn’t hurt, but, i-it’s moving around… inside my belly…♡♡♡♡!”
”Yes, it’s already busy regulating your intestinal environment. It will stay like this for a while, but you’ll settle down gradually. After that, it will improve your condition from the inside out. Like the lotion, it will reach maximum efficacy in about a month, so I’d like to keep monitoring your progress during your stay.”
”Ah, aaah…♡♡♡♡♡”
She went completely limp, offering a reply that was half-affirmation, half-resignation.
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Summary:
Harvest orchestrates an elaborate, erotically charged massage for Nada, systematically breaking down her physical resistance using a combination of targeted stimulation and psychological leverage. He transitions her into a vulnerable position, utilizing a towel to expose her intimate anatomy while maintaining a persona of clinical professional detachment. The encounter culminates in the involuntary insertion of a specialized “Slime-Pal” into her body, leaving Nada in a state of surrendered, dazed compliance.
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Trivia:
The massage acts as a psychological tool to lower Nada’s defenses.
The “Slime-Pal” is a multifunctional item that serves both sexual and health-related purposes.
Harvest’s “professionalism” is a cultivated persona used to manipulate the power dynamic.
Nada’s resistance is performative and quickly gives way to sensory overload.
Notes:
• Nada – A tall, slender Southern Continent envoy visiting the kingdom with a royal delegation. She has dark skin, glossy black hair, and sharp almond eyes. Deeply devoted to her master, she balances a blank diplomatic façade with a curious, slightly naive nature, vulgar slang, and a penchant for fist-bumping. While exploring Canarias and engaging in a sensual awakening with the protagonist, she remains highly knowledgeable about trade, administration, and sand-based geography.
• Harvest – Viscount Kento Harvest is a gaunt, pragmatic former adventurer and merchant operating an adult magic-circuit and goods shop. Clad in a tattered academic coat, he uses low-mana circuits to command Academy systems, serves as a regional informant/guide, and holds authentic noble authority. Sexually proactive, he maintains multiple lovers, slaves, and children while exploring cultural differences.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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