Chapter 2 My Profession, Erotic Massage Therapist!
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
”We shall identify your jobs using this Magic Tool¹. Since the examinations will take place in the adjacent room, please enter one by one,” the Princess said.
The Princess indicated a tablet-like device held by a red-haired woman, featuring an attachment that resembled a blood pressure cuff. Why move to the next room? It seemed the others harbored the same doubt, as the Class President voiced the question on our behalf.
”Is it truly necessary to examine us individually?” the Class President asked.
”Yes. There are instances where a combat-oriented job manifests for someone whose temperament is ill-suited for the battlefield. We have arranged for a private room so that, in such cases, one can easily express a desire to opt out of the subjugation effort. Only myself and my maid will be present to facilitate this, so please, do not hesitate to speak up if you have no wish to fight. Of course, I swear before the Gods that we shall not coerce anyone into combat.”
I see. It makes sense. If a terrified girl were assigned a class like ‘Warrior,’ she’d definitely want to back out, but with several shallow guys loitering around, they’d probably start badgering her to ‘do her part’ or something… The Class President seemed to reach the same conclusion. “Thank you for your consideration,” she said, stepping back.
”Now then, please enter one at a time,” the Princess said as she withdrew into the next room. Immediately, the playboy student charged in as if to assert his dominance as the first in line. Naturally, everyone else began to form a queue. I ended up somewhere in the middle, with the Class President and Nishiyama-sensei directly behind me.
”Even in my capacity as a teacher, my understanding hasn’t quite caught up… I am truly sorry,” Sensei said, her expression clouded with sorrow. The Class President and I did our best to console her. “As long as you keep smiling, Sensei, we can find the strength to give it our all. So please, keep smiling!” the Class President declared. What a hero… Sensei gave a faint smile and replied, “Thank you.”
In less than a minute, the playboy returned. A large, crimson handprint was scorched across his cheek. What on earth happened in there? The maid who followed him out spoke in a booming, authoritative voice.
”I understand the exhilaration of attaining new power, but those without formal training are no match for us. Attempting to touch Her Highness is strictly forbidden. Learn your place and act accordingly.”
In other words, the playboy tried to get fresh with the Princess and got slapped into next week. The way the girls were looking at him now was chilling; their collective gaze alone could have frozen him solid. According to him, “Since I got a job like ‘Martial Artist,’ I figured I could at least take one of the maids.” He tried to lay a hand on her just because he thought he could win? That’s beyond shallow—it’s dangerously impulsive. It’s not just the Princess; the other girls might be at risk too.
”Class President, for the time being, I think it’s best if the girls don’t wander off alone,” I suggested.
”Yes, you’re right. I agree. I’ll notify everyone immediately,” she replied.
As long as the Class President is maintaining order, things should be fine. She began coordinating with the girls further back. Seeing how quickly they nodded, they must have all been harborng the same concerns. The warning spread like wildfire. Next, she approached the girls further up the line. It seemed they had overheard, as the conversation proceeded without a hitch.
With nothing left to do, I turned to Sensei.
”Sensei, what kind of job do you think you’ll be assigned?”
”Me? Well… as I am a teacher, I’d like a role where I can guide and instruct everyone,” she mused.
That’s literally just being a teacher. I wonder if Sensei even knows what RPG jobs are…
”Um, Sensei, what are your thoughts on this whole ‘defeating the Demon King’ business?”
”I don’t know what sort of person this Demon King is, but I don’t want any of my students to come to harm. I’d like things to be as safe as possible for you all… My own motor reflexes are quite poor, so I likely won’t be able to keep pace. I would only be a hindrance,” Sensei confessed.
”I suppose that’s true…”
She seems to have a decent enough grasp of the reality here, so she should be okay. Indeed, I can’t quite picture the perpetually relaxed Nishiyama-sensei excelling at sports.
”What about you, Anma-kun? Will you be joining the subjugation?”
”No, I don’t have much in the way of athletic talent either… but if I can become a magic user, I might consider it.”
”A magic user… do such things exist among the jobs of another world?”
”Since we’ve already seen magic circles and magic tools, I’d wager magic users are part of the deal too,” I replied.
”I see… magic…” Sensei began to drift into thought. As she sank into a contemplative trance and lost track of her surroundings, I took her by the hand and guided her forward. “Magic… if I were capable of it, what would I do…” I watched her as she indulged in her little fantasy, until finally, the student ahead of me entered the adjacent room.
”Class President. I’m up next. Please look after Sensei.”
”Understood. Good luck,” she said.
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Leaving Sensei in the Class President’s capable hands, I headed into the next room. I knocked, offered a greeting to the Princess, and stepped inside. The room was sparsely furnished: a table holding the magic tool and two chairs positioned face-to-face. The Princess sat on one side, while the maid stood at attention in the corner. Following the Princess’s invitation, I took the opposite seat.
Up close, she really was breathtaking. Shimmering blonde hair, deep blue eyes, and a lithe, slender build. She appeared to be roughly our age. I can—at least on a purely biological level—understand why that playboy felt the urge to pounce.
”I look forward to working with you.”
”The pleasure is mine. Now, please insert your arm through this aperture. Once you do, your Status³ will be displayed upon this interface,” the Princess explained.
”Understood.”
It really does look just like a blood pressure monitor. With that thought, I slid my arm into the hoop. As the Princess tapped the tablet, the display flickered to life. Is it a touch panel?
”Eh…?”
A stunned sound escaped the Princess’s lips. Her gaze darted back and forth between the tablet and my face several times. She kept blinking at the screen, muttering “Eh? Eh?” in a loop. What is it? Was there something terrible written there?
”Excuse me, but what is my job?” I asked.
Unable to withstand the silence any longer, I pressed for an answer. The Princess turned a deep shade of crimson and glared at me, her eyes beginning to glisten with tears. Wow, she’s actually pretty cute like this.
”U-Um! Y-Your job is…!”
”My job is?”
”E-E-E…”
”Yes?”
”It is… Erotic Massage Therapist², ssu…”
Despite her initial burst of momentum, her voice withered into a barely audible whisper by the end. Well, yeah, I can see why that would be hard to say out loud.
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Author:
Anma: “Just being able to force a Princess into a blushing ‘shame-play’ session by making her say ‘Erotic Massage’ is enough to leave me with change left over on my life.
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Summary:
The students are being examined one by one in a private room to determine their fantasy world jobs. A ‘playboy’ student tries to harass the Princess and gets slapped by her or her maid, prompting Anma and the Class President to organize safety for the girls. Anma discusses his lack of athletic ability with Nishiyama-sensei while waiting in line. When Anma finally gets tested, his job is revealed to be the titular ‘Erotic Massage Therapist,’ leaving the Princess mortified.
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Character Insight:
Anma shows a pragmatic and protective side by coordinating with the Class President to protect the female students from the ‘playboy’ who has become emboldened by his new ‘Martial Artist’ status. However, his internal monologue reveals a cheeky, somewhat perverse sense of humor, especially in how he finds the Princess’s embarrassment ‘cute’ and views his embarrassing job as a win for his own amusement. The Princess is shown to be genuinely considerate of the students’ emotional well-being by providing private testing, though her royal composure is completely shattered by the sheer absurdity/indecency of Anma’s revealed class.
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Behind the Scene:
The author uses the ‘blood pressure cuff’ analogy to bridge the gap between modern technology and fantasy magic tools, a common trope in ‘narou’ style web novels to help readers visualize the UI.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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