Sensitivity Massage (1)
“Haa...”
I let out a sigh, pounding my stiff shoulders. Lately, I’ve been waking up utterly exhausted every morning. Is it because I’m not moving my body enough? Back at the church, I trained hard every evening, sweating buckets, so there was never a day I felt this drained. The cause was obvious.
The Sound Gate. It kept making me toss and turn in my sleep, ruining my rest.
Should I just burn everything in this room to ashes...? It was starting to piss me off. My life had changed a lot lately. I still ate breakfast around seven and headed off to tutor the girls, but this damn Sound Gate had awakened a libido I never even had before. More precisely, my body kept heating up on its own.
Even after refusing to share a bed with Lucy—plagued by guilt toward Manus—I couldn’t stop the erotic dreams. Magic tools for better sleep didn’t help either. I even had dark thoughts like maybe I’ve always been a pervert deep down. But I spent a full hour in penitential prayer, driving away the impure thoughts.
Me, a pervert? Ridiculous. Who could be more devout to Lady Manus than I am?
“Mm...”
Thinking that, I grabbed the front of my pants. It had become my morning routine to check inside my panties. Ever since the dreams started, they were soaked every morning. If it were just urine, I could laugh it off as bedwetting. But this damn transparent, sticky fluid never failed to drench them.
“Mm...”
I pulled out the handkerchief from beside my bed and wiped my crotch. It feels like there’s more than before... I prayed it was just my imagination. Grimacing, I cleaned off the sticky residue and headed to the shower. I didn’t want this lewd fluid on me for even a second longer. Having it linger made me feel like a pervert, unworthy to face Lady Manus.
My protector showed no issues. Inspecting it revealed nothing unusual. The cause was definitely this mansion. Starting tomorrow, I’d wander the halls and set detection spells. I’d avoided them before due to the risk of reverse-tracking, but things were too serious now to stay passive.
I absolutely can’t let Lucia find out... I didn’t want her knowing this lewd side of me. Especially not that she always starred in those dreams. All I had to do here was shake off the dirty thoughts and complete my mission. Everything for Lucia and the church.
...Really, that was all.
“You look really tired, sis.”
“A little. My sleep’s been restless lately...”
“That won’t do. Sleep’s essential for humans.”
“Y-Yeah... Maybe if I slept with you...”
“Haha... It’s fine. You’re always cheering me on, Lucy.”
I stroked Lucy’s head, and she beamed. Ruen watched us for a moment before speaking up.
“But you’ve been tired a lot lately. I’m kinda worried.”
She sounded genuinely concerned.
“Don’t worry. I’ll adjust soon enough.”
“Mm... Still...”
I must be showing it more than I thought... I’d tried to hide it, but these sweet girls were fretting over me. It made me feel guilty for suspecting them as the cause of my dreams. They were so kind.
“Oh, how about this? We’ll give you a massage to loosen you up. Might help, right?”
“A massage?”
Ruen snapped her fingers like she’d had a brilliant idea. Lua and Lucy’s eyes sparkled. They looked thrilled at the chance to help me.
A massage, huh... I remembered Lucia sometimes massaging my sore muscles. As a saintess, she was strong enough to work out any knot like a miracle. The memory brought a smile. They wanted to help so badly—maybe once wouldn’t hurt.
“Mm... As long as it’s not too hard on you girls.”
“No problem! Mom taught us. We’re pretty good—she praised us tons.”
“I’ll show you heavenly relief.”
“I-I’m not that g-good, b-but... I wanna help sis...”
I nodded, and they sprang into action, grabbing blankets and fluffing pillows with their little wings flapping furiously.
More serious than I expected...
In about five minutes, a fluffy makeshift bed was ready. Succubi efficiency was impressive. I stared at it in wonder, then sank onto it. Ruen and Lua giggled brightly.
They’re so happy about this... It made me feel good too.
“Should I lie face down?”
“Yep. Shoulders to legs, we’ll massage every inch thoroughly.”
I nodded slowly. They grinned and took positions: Ruen on the left, Lua on the right, Lucy at my legs. Burying my face in the pillow relaxed me, and soon small hands touched my body. Their palms were warm—high body temperature, I guessed.
Ruen started on my shoulders first, her cheerful face kneading my traps with perfect pressure.
Oh, not bad...? High-quality stuff. She looked so delicate, but her grip was strong. Demons gonna demon, I suppose.
“Alright, let’s start too.”
“Y-Yeah...”
As Ruen worked my shoulders, Lua targeted my waist and Lucy my legs slowly.
“Ah, h-hit...!”
A voice slipped out involuntarily. Lucy jumped, tail shooting up.
“Eek?!”
Wings fluttering, hands trembling, she peeked at me shyly. Adorably cute—and a bit awkward.
“Oh, th-that... It felt good, that’s all. Not weird, so don’t worry.”
“O-Okayyy...”
“Sis’s voice was super weird just now.”
“Yeah. Sounded naughty.”
“I-It wasn’t like thaaat...?”
These girls. Succubi instincts making everything sound lewd? Still, the massage felt great, so I enjoyed it in comfortable bliss.
Getting sleepy...
The soothing warmth spread, bringing irresistible drowsiness. My body went limp, face buried deep. Aaah, paradise. Perfect pressure everywhere, pleasant scents melting away fatigue. Sure, having noble ladies massage me was scandalous, but kindness deserved reciprocation—a tutor’s duty.
“Mm...”
Then, mid-bliss...
“Hm...?”
A strange unease. Their hands...
Why’s the kneading getting so obsessive...? It had been refreshingly precise before. Now it felt distant from a real massage. More like...
Just groping...
Pure physical contact, like touching for touching’s sake.
“Um, girls...?”
I called out cautiously, but no response. Just flushed faces kneading away. Ruen near my sideboob, Lua sticky-fingered on my waist, Lucy on thighs and ass—not legs.
Something’s off.
“W-Wait a sec.”
I waved to stop them. The triplets snapped out of it.
“Ah...”
I clutched the blanket over myself, face burning, and continued. “Th-That’s enough. My stiffness is all gone.”
“Already? We’re not done...”
“Yeah, your muscles still need work.”
“Uwaaa...”
Back to normal, but that earlier look was totally different—unsettling, even. I swallowed hard, hastily dismantling the bed.
“...That’s it for today. Good work on lessons.”
Quick goodbye, and I bolted. Heart pounding, face hot. Back in my room, I flopped on the bed and peeked into my pants.
“...Damn it.”
Soaked, just like this morning.
I’m insane, insane... Getting this aroused from a mere massage? No one to see, but still—I wiped frantically. Staring blankly at the ceiling.
Their touches felt lewd. Imagination? Or deliberate? No way to know, but the sticky sensation lingered. I knelt, hands clasped.
“Lady Manus, your creation has sinfully touched lustful things...”
Prayer began. Mind jumbled, words stumbling, but I pressed on. Just hoping this body heat would fade.
“...Sis noticed today, right?”
“Yeah. She definitely panicked.”
“Th-That’s... b-but... she probably thinks it w-was juuust a m-mistake...”
Lucy said, checking her protector. Unchanged. Meaning Carrot dismissed the daytime incident as a fluke.
They’d prefer she stay oblivious, but separately, the triplets were displeased.
“...She definitely pushed our hands away, sis.”
“Looked super flustered...”
“Infuriating. Rejecting our kindness.”
She’d rejected the massage. So different from her usual gentle goodwill. It soured their mood. A rare chance to grope that tempting body.
Physical contact let them recover trace Yin Energy. They stuck to her for that reason. Her immense power leaked tons of it. They’d planned to absorb some while massaging, but denial pissed them off.
So they sneaked into her bedroom again. To sate unmet urges.
“She won’t wake, right?”
“Y-Yeah... Sleep enhancement... a-and... m-made protector easier to... s-sensitivity spell too...”
“Sensitivity spell?”
“Th-The more lewd sis’s body gets... th-the easier protector release... c-convenience spell...”
Lua nodded. Ten protectors enveloped Carrot now. One held Lucy’s sleep and sensitivity spells, fully fused—untraceable. Recent dreams had weakened that layer, allowing tweaks. Not full release, but enough. Engraving all would auto-release anyway.
“...No need to hold back anymore, then.”
“Y-Yeah... T-Touch all you want...”
Lucy swallowed, fidgeting, then sat lightly beside the mumbling Carrot.
“Mm... Lucia, Luciii... Nn...”
Another erotic dream, as usual. Lovingly entwining with that woman. Lucy’s eyes dulled watching.
“...Sis is mine. Damn woman.”
Face hardened, she muttered, then undid Carrot’s pajama top. Revealing white lingerie cradling huge breasts. Lucy’s expression turned ecstatic. Licking her lips, she smiled.
“Th-Then... what we couldn’t touch daytime...”
She grabbed Carrot’s breast, squish.
“Let’s keep goinggg...”