Rachel's Seductive Massage
"I was so startled. Your face suddenly turned bright red... I thought you were mourning someone."
"Ahaha... Sorry about that."
"It's fine. Here, have some tea. How's your body feeling now?"
"Thanks to you. I appreciate it, always."
I sipped the tea she offered, smiling with my eyes. This was Rachel's room. We were sitting here, enjoying tea.
I thought I was in big trouble at first...
Whenever that sensation surges through me, I always end up defenseless. More precisely, my mind goes blank, clouding my normal judgment.
That's why I avoid meeting Rachel in the mornings or during regular reports. Just now, I really thought something was happening.
Until now, my image of Rachel had been strongly that of a 'suspicious woman.' But not only did she not harm me, she didn't even show any sign of it.
On the contrary, with a flustered face, she helped me up and brought me to her room. She even brewed this calming tea for me.
Thanks to that, I escaped that unpleasant sensation.
Crunch— I took a bite of the cookie with the sweet, relaxing tea.
"Haaah..."
A dazed sound slipped out of me unknowingly.
"Heehee... That good, huh?"
"Ah, uh... Sorry. I must look ridiculous..."
"It's okay. Make yourself comfortable. You were collapsed on the floor until just now, remember?"
"Thanks to you, I feel better. I was just a little startled."
"Glad to hear it."
Rachel nodded at my words. She lifted her teacup, took a sip, and continued in a gentle tone.
"...It must be tough, working far from home."
Seeing her like this felt completely different. With the children, she seemed like a calm, chic noblewoman. But alone with me, she exuded warmth.
I shouldn't let my guard down...
Still, this kindness wasn't unwelcome. I smiled with my eyes and slowly shook my head.
"It's fulfilling enough. Seeing your daughters makes all the fatigue vanish."
"Oh my... Do they teach you pretty words at the church too?"
"It's the mouth that conveys Manus's words, after all."
"Humans are enviable in that way. If demons had faith too, maybe we'd learn to speak sweetly..."
She giggled teasingly. ...Demon jokes are scary.
"Anyway, you must be tired these days."
She folded her wings neatly against her waist and changed the subject. I hesitated, then nodded affirmatively.
"Yeah... My body's just stiff all over. No proper training spots in town."
"That's true for active types."
"Yes. Actually, not moving makes me more tired..."
Rachel pondered for a moment, her tail flicking before wrapping around her thigh. She clapped lightly—clap—and continued.
"Ah, then... How about a massage?"
"A massage?"
Come to think of it, the triplets had given me one before. It came from Rachel.
My body's stiff, so it might feel good...
I hesitated a bit. Entrusting my body to her still felt off somehow.
As I wavered, Rachel smiled softly.
"If it's uncomfortable, no need. I get it... Handing your body to a succubus must be unnerving."
"N-no! It's not that!"
Sudden species discrimination. Flustered, I waved my hands wildly and quickly added,
"I-it's just... Asking Rachel for a massage..."
"I love giving them."
This was bad. Pure goodwill sparkled in her eyes. After fumbling for words—
"...Then, please take good care of me."
I ended up accepting, pushed into it.
"Now... Lie face down there?"
"D-do I have to take off my clothes?"
"Yes. It's oil massage. Wet clothes would be a mess."
I wrapped a towel around myself, glancing at Rachel. She smiled brightly and pointed to the bed, where a long, large towel was laid out—about my height. She must give them to her daughters too, since they're around my size.
She's so confusing—good person or not? Anyway, I agreed, so I'll go through with it. No funny business in broad daylight. Even as an upper succubus, she can't beat me. I've slain great demons near demon lord level in one stroke. Few demons match my combat power.
This should be safe. I lay down with a soft sigh, unwrapping the towel front and hugging the pillow tight. No panties made it embarrassing. She insisted, "We're both girls, what's the big deal?"
Might be better without, in case that sensation hits. As I lay there, a cold touch hit my back.
"Eek..."
"Don't be startled. It's just massage oil."
Felt like normal oil on my skin—no weird energy.
Is she really just doing a massage...?
A bit sheepish, I relaxed into it.
"Alright, let's loosen your back bit by bit."
"Yes, please."
I nodded. Rachel's hands glided over my back, top to bottom, spreading the oil evenly. Once done—
"Now, relax..."
Her sweet tone urged. I let go as she said, exhaling whoosh.
Her thumb and fingers pressed my traps lightly, kneading the knots smoothly.
"Mm..."
A sound escaped. I startled, clamping my mouth—hmph—but—
"It's fine. Sounds are natural."
I nodded. Her skill was impressive. I'd suspected ulterior motives, but her technique from back to waist was pro-level.
"Mm... Ngh..."
Knots melting under expert hands felt amazing. Comparing's bad, but leagues above Lucia's touch—pure relief.
"How's that? Not painful?"
"N-noo... N-not really... painful..."
A moan slipped mid-sentence, startling me. To a succubus, maybe nothing, but I'm Manus's servant, a holy knight. First moans were after entering this mansion.
"Haa... Mm..."
"Now, relax... Let go of tension... Entrust your body..."
Her soft voice filled the room, resonating deeply—not just sound. The relaxation helped.
"Hng..."
Her hands slid down, brushing my sideboob.
"Th-there..."
Flustered, but she didn't hesitate.
"It's fine. Your shoulders knot a lot, right? Good massage for women with big breasts."
"N-not that big..."
"Oh my. Such modesty might offend someone."
I'd never fixated on them daily, so who knows.
"Then... Starting."
Her hands pressed my sideboob firmly.
"Ah..."
Unfamiliar at first, but as knots released with cool relief, it felt good.
"Mm... Eut... Hngh..."
Voices kept coming, embarrassing. Glancing back, she massaged unfazed.
Am I overreacting...?
Yeah. Might as well fully relax. I sighed deeply, releasing tension.
Hands kneaded sideboob down to waist, grazing hips, tapping my butt.
"Hyat...? R-Rachel?"
"Your glutes are tense too. Full-body massage is key."
"Mm... Even so, the butt..."
"It's just massage."
Is it...?
My stiffness was easing. If just massage, safe to entrust.
"...Be gentle?"
"Of course."
She beamed. Kneading my upper glutes firmly, she added more oil, dripping between my thighs—odd sensation.
Before adjusting, real pressure hit—body weight kneading deep.
"Ah... Ngh..."
Good, more sounds escaped.
"Oh my... Feels that good?"
"Hii... Th-this is..."
"Too hard?"
I didn't answer. Her kneading heated my lower belly.
She mistook my silence.
"Sorry. Your butt's so big... Need firm pressure to reach the muscles."
Sultry words. Factual, but felt teasing—my core tingled.
Why...!
Just massage. I twisted away, but—squish—
"Hieeek—"
She pinned me, no more questions.
Strength faded, cheeks flushed. As if waiting, she massaged vigorously—more like groping.
Hands pressing, then sticky kneads.
"Nghh... Rachel...?"
"Yes... What?"
"This feels more like..."
"Not weird massage. Improves circulation, loosens knots."
No stopping. Worst: my damn body heated up.
"Haa... Wait..."
"Good... Release the tension..."
Not willing—her kneads drained me. No absorption or drain—just my body's signal.
Core aching sweetly. Sticky heat clinging, maddening. Naked butt groped, pleasure building oddly.
"Huu, huu—"
Face buried, stifling moans desperately. But she pushed my back—squish—
"Hngh..."
Muffled into pillow.
"Now... Roll over?"
Suppressing boiling arousal, she forced me forward.
"Kyaa?!"
Exposing naked body and crotch. She smiled, then—drip—
"Hiee..."
Oil on my lower belly.
Wait... Not there. Touching now—
"Now, loosening your abs?"
"Wai—"
Squiiiish—
"Hyaaah—"
Electric jolt through me. Unfamiliar—mind blank. Area I never touch, yet hypersensitive, like trained.
Palms pressing lower belly, sliding to sides up to underbreasts, kneading.
Tingly waves spreading everywhere.
"W-wait, this feels weird..."
Oddness overrode politeness; I shook my head.
Waist tingling, body tensing instinctively. Wetness between thighs—oil or mine? Just dripping sensation down thighs.
"Hm? What's wrong?"
"Haa, haa... S-strange... More than massage—"
"Oh my... What are you imagining, girl on girl?"
"N-nooo...!"
Swoosh— She stroked my forehead, smiling. Her eyes gleamed red.
"You seem tired... Best to sleep a bit."
"Ah... That..."
"Good girl..."
"Ah... Ut..."
Strange. Staring into her eyes hazed my mind.
What is this...?
Move. But body won't. At least magic—fingers immobile, so chant—
"Ah... Hngh...!?"
She kissed me. Warm, long tongue invading.
K-kiss...
Before grasping, her tongue ravaged my mouth.
"Ha, hng..."
Kiss deepened, mind fogging more. Body burning, consciousness fading.
Tried holding eyes open—futile.
"Huaa... Hnghh..."
Just before closing, she pulled away, panting.
"Sleep well, Carrot."
Her voice tickled my ear.