Chapter 81
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 81
Chapter Title: Even Dragons Become Soaked Bitches Under Massage
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‘What... what the hell is this? Why does it feel so damn good...?’
Morgan grew more flustered the longer the massage went on.
The first time the human touched her ass, she’d let out a lewd moan without realizing it.
Luckily, the human pretended not to notice and kept massaging.
Surprisingly, it felt like a perfectly ordinary massage.
He kneaded her neck, lower back, upper back, and legs, loosening all the tense muscles.
Up until then, she’d only thought it felt pretty damn refreshing.
This wasn’t so much a reward for the human as a service she was getting, just like he’d said.
The trouble started when his hands, after working her calves, began sliding slowly up the backs of her thighs.
‘It’s just because he grabbed my ass earlier... I keep getting all self-conscious...’
That strange pleasure she’d felt when he touched her ass.
It was unmistakably just like the sensation from having her tits groped.
His hands crept up her thighs, stopping just barely shy of her ass cheeks.
Morgan couldn’t stop fixating on that spot.
-Twitch! Twitch!
For some reason, that itchy spot between her legs.
Every time his fingers teased right at the edge, almost-but-not-quite brushing it, her body kept reacting on its own.
“Haa... haa...”
And to top it all off, her body was starting to heat up, bit by bit.
Her breaths came heavier, her skin growing warmer.
For some reason, every inch of her tingled and itched.
An inexplicable tightness built deep in her gut.
‘Why’s he teasing me like this...’
The problem was, this human never touched the spots that frustrated her most.
He just rubbed gently between her thighs, making it feel good.
But he showed zero interest in going any higher.
It was like having an unbearable itch she wasn’t allowed to scratch.
‘Why the hell does a simple massage feel like this...’
While Morgan floundered in these unfamiliar sensations, not knowing what to do.
The human finally slid his hand up just a little.
But even that barely reached the vague zone between her ass and thighs.
“Eut...”
When his hand didn’t go where she’d half-hoped, frustration burned through her.
Morgan wriggled her body on instinct.
Trying to nudge his touch toward that spot that felt like it’d be good.
She didn’t realize it herself, but it was an utterly obscene motion, desperately angling his hand toward her ass.
She heard the human—watching it all—chuckle softly.
“Feeling good from the massage?”
“Kyat?! Y-Yeah. It’s... not bad.”
Only after he spoke did she snap to her actions.
Didn’t this make it look like she was the one craving his touch?
‘What pathetic nonsense am I thinking? I’m the one allowing this human to touch my voluptuous body.’
She forced herself to play it cool, trying to tamp down the weird heat.
But whether she willed it or not, her already fired-up body pounded with excited heartbeats.
“Lady Morgan.”
“W-What?”
“I’ll need to massage your ass too. That okay?”
“...You groped my tits without batting an eye last time, and now you ask?”
“This is strictly a massage. Nothing like last time’s naughty fun.”
“R-Right. Just a massage.”
This was nothing but a simple massage.
Those words cracked open a chink in her resolve, and Morgan nodded.
“This body knows zilch about massages. Do whatever.”
“Got it. Proceeding.”
No sooner said than the human slathered a generous helping of oil over her ass.
‘Eut... This feeling’s still so damn weird...’
The slick, pleasant liquid—not sticky, not rough.
That signature sensation now even prickled goosebumps across her skin.
-Squeeze... Squeeze...
“Hut... Hwaa...?”
He started softly kneading her ass like that.
A jolt of pleasure—different from before—rippled through her.
‘Wha... feels different from when he touched it earlier...’
Because her body was already running hot?
The human’s touch felt more direct than ever.
He kept at her ass softly for a good while.
Like working oil into doughy flesh.
‘Eut... ass... feels so good...’
Then he lifted his fingertips slightly onto her skin.
And began teasing her ass with light scratches, like tickling.
“Ah... Aah...”
Itchiness mingled with a subtle pleasure, spreading out.
If the earlier ass rub had been thrilling, this was weirdly sweet.
Maybe that’s why it felt teasingly mild.
The tickle-like sensation ramped up her frustration.
It wasn’t just plain good.
It made her hornier, more desperate.
‘What is this...? Definitely feels good... but I can’t take it...’
Slightly different from yesterday’s tit play.
Yesterday’s pleasure had built and popped.
Today’s touches were too precise, too delicate.
The ticklish pleasure made her think yesterday was actually easier to handle.
“Ah... Hwaaa...”
By the time moans leaked out in fits and starts.
His finger trailed smoothly from the cleft of her ass down to her perineum.
“Aheuuuuuuu...!”
Even she knew it was an insanely slutty moan.
But suppressing it? Impossible from the jump.
Her body reacted to the pleasure before her brain could catch up.
“Eut? Heut?!”
What the fuck was that jolt just now?
Felt like every bit of tickle and pleasure so far, crammed into one hit.
“This spot’s super responsive. Feels good, right?”
“W-Wait... yeah, it does... haaaaa...”
The human teased her perineum with ticklish little rubs.
That unbearable sensation hit her over and over.
“Ahe... W-Wait... there... haaaaa...”
The sweet pleasure kept flooding in, relentless.
Along with that impossible-to-resist throb pulsing through her.
That untouched spot was hypersensitive.
Each finger graze shot electric bliss everywhere—she was losing her mind.
‘J-Just on the skin, why the fuck does it feel like this...!’
The human just kept rubbing and stroking it.
Even while pressing her back down to pin her in place.
“Ah... ha-eut...”
Her body bucked wildly against his tickling fingers.
She clutched the sheets, arched her hips—anything to endure.
Pointless, of course.
The man tormented that spot with expert ease, no matter what she did.
‘I... I gotta stop him...’
The contract letting him do lewd shit to her body.
Couldn’t muster any strength because of it.
Polymorph form didn’t help either.
In this state, she was just a fragile woman.
“Eut... haa... aheee...”
Morgan could do nothing but moan and drown in pleasure.
The scorching heat fried her thoughts.
After about ten minutes of that torment, the human finally stopped.
“Huu... huu...”
Finally free, Morgan panted raggedly.
In five hundred years, nothing had been this hard to endure.
Of course, Kal’s massage wasn’t over yet.
“Time to flip over?”
“F-Flip?”
“Back’s done. Front next.”
...Made logical sense.
Finishing what they’d started.
But if that went on again?
Could she even survive it?
“Front won’t take long—fewer spots to do.”
“R-Right.”
Trusting the human’s words, Morgan nodded.
No backing out now anyway.
She hauled up her trembling, limp body.
That’s when she noticed: she was soaked in sweat.
Not just oily skin—real sweat.
Especially—
‘My crotch is drenched...’
Even the towel she’d draped there was sopping.
The near-sky-blue fabric had darkened to navy from soaking it up.
Was this from her pussy?
Hard to swallow, but true.
Her sloppy slit still drooling juices proved it.
‘From all that pleasure earlier?’
Focusing on her pussy made the inside itch fiercely again.
Morgan gulped and lay back, staring at the ceiling.
“Front massage commencing.”
“...Skip the play-by-play.”
The human answered with a smile and got back to work.
“Eut... ah...”
Just a light press on her lower belly.
Somehow, even that felt lewd as hell.
Much like what Kirke must feel.
Her body tensed and slackened with each soft stroke.
‘Still... more bearable than before...’
But that nagging ache only deepened.
The relentless itch between her legs made her thighs clamp shut on their own.
Higher up throbbed faintly, like a whine.
“Breast massage next.”
-Twitch!
Still haunted by yesterday’s bliss?
His hand hadn’t even touched, but her body jerked at the words alone.
“H-Hmph! Trying to get your rocks off after all, huh?”
“As if. Big-titted ladies like you need breast massages.”
“...Total excuse.”
“Lymph node work feels amazing. You’ll see.”
“Whatever...”
Morgan swallowed hard again.
Words aside, her body was strung tight.
She’d even started talking to stall a bit.
“Oil first, then.”
Didn’t buy her seconds.
The man sloshed more oil over her tits with practiced ease.
“Eut...!”
To her already sensitized body, the liquid alone was stimulating.
His hands softly cupped the oil-slicked mounds.
-Squeeeeeze...♥
“Uheeeeeut...!”
Again. Again.
That spine-tingling pleasure surged up once more.
With her body so worked up, it hit harder than before.
Her hips bucked high without thinking.
“Eut... haa... wait...”
“Told you. Breasts are crucial. Your reaction screams knots.”
“N-Not that... haaa!”
The real kneading kicked off.
Bliss exploded every time her tits deformed in his grip.
Like those fatty mounds were bliss-squeezing pouches.
She bucked and writhed, teeth clenched against the onslaught.
‘This bastard... why’s he so fucking good at this...!’
If only he squeezed hard enough to hurt.
But his perfect pressure control left her hips quaking nonstop.
“Haeng! Haa...! Aut!”
She cracked, another moan erupting.
Once it started, no stopping it.
Then he switched to babying them softly.
Sweet pleasure flooded her, head spinning.
“Haa... heung...? Aang...♥”
Why the hell did it feel this good?
Her foggy brain couldn’t focus.
“See? Breast massage rocks, right?”
“Sh-Shut up. Just... matching your request... aheung...!”
“Says the one...”
Kal’s hand zeroed in on a stiff nipple.
Like a titty-flick, his finger snapped it lightly.
-Pop
“Hueeeeeeut...!?”
Stimulation leagues beyond plain kneading.
Her hips launched skyward right as her nipple got pinged.
The jolt was that intense.
Her mouth couldn’t form words or even moans.
“Your tits are loving this.”
Morgan’s reactions be damned.
Kal pinched the nipple between fingers and rubbed gently.
“~~~~!”
The electric bliss from her sensitive bud arched her back like a bowstring.
Morgan climaxed hard.