Head Massage—Why Is She Reacting Like That? Could She Actually Be Feeling It?
“M-Massage?”
“Indeed. When a guest arrives, it's only proper to offer some hospitality.”
Luis hesitated for a moment.
“Don't worry. It's not that kind of strange massage.”
It was just a light kneading of the scalp—nothing more, nothing less. Though it might get a bit intense at times.
“Understood.”
After a brief moment of contemplation, Luis nodded. She probably wanted to bolt from here right now. To make that possible, she'd want to obey my words.
“Then have a seat here.”
It was a plush sofa, prepared for a weary Luis.
“Y-You're really not going to do anything weird, right?”
“I keep my word. No need to fret.”
Luis sat on the sofa, her unease plain as day.
“I'll give you a simple massage now, so just relax and let your body go limp.”
It was the lightest of head massages. Rubbing the scalp alone could melt away fatigue and relieve all sorts of pains. Especially if you blended in some mana and magic.
'It might even revive nerves that have long since died.'
Luis sat rigidly on the sofa, her anxiety etched across her face.
“Let's begin, then. It might be easier with your eyes closed.”
“Yes.”
I ran my fingers through Luis's hair, stroking her scalp upward and massaging the key pressure points as each finger passed over her head. Press, press.
With every pass of my fingers, I could see her expression shift visibly.
“Just relax and surrender to my hands.”
I whispered to her as I continued the massage. Her body, tense with anxiety just moments ago, began to loosen like melting butter. Easing the head brought calm to the mind and soothed uneasy thoughts with remarkable effect.
“If it hurts, say so. I'll lighten the pressure.”
I murmured in a low voice, my fingers kneading her scalp relentlessly. Sometimes gently. Sometimes firmly. My fingers massaged her head slowly and deliberately.
How much time passed? I could see her entire body had gone slack. I felt her release all tension, entrusting herself fully to me.
'Now's the moment.'
I subtly infused my fingers with mana. A tiny trickle flowed from my hands into her scalp. Slowly. Carefully.
Her mind softened by the relaxing massage, she noticed nothing. She simply surrendered to me as before.
“Feeling comfortable?”
“Yes.”
She answered as if entranced.
“Good.”
The effect was promising. The massage continued as I swept back her short hair. Mana seeped from my fingers into her strands.
Shhh.
The soft sound of stroking her hair tickled my ears.
“How does it feel?”
“Good.”
“Anywhere uncomfortable?”
“No, none.”
Her voice had lost all strength. With each strand infused with mana, her eyebrows twitched faintly. Threads of mana I had drawn out enveloped her entire head.
Soon, those mana threads would unlock new sensations for her.
I looked down at Luis's body. Her hands gripped the armrest tightly.
'It's mostly done.'
The pleasure lost to surgery was returning. Even if just a sliver of sensation. To Luis, who had forgotten it all, it would feel immense.
I pressed my thumb firmly into the crown of her head.
“Ah!”
Luis jolted with a gasp.
“What's wrong?”
I asked calmly. She looked utterly flustered by the sudden feeling.
“N-Nothing. Sorry.”
“Speak up if it's uncomfortable.”
“Yes.”
Luis sensed something odd. There was nothing unusual about the Magic Minister's massage. It was just him stroking and kneading her head. His skill was so masterful that her body relaxed on its own. She felt the accumulated fatigue and stress dissolve in a single massage.
'I want to stay longer.'
She wanted to surrender her body a bit more. How many places had given her stress until now? The authority she had to uphold as leader of Hongryeon. Dealing with the mad emperor. The constant worry of being targeted by countless assassin groups.
In this moment, entrusting herself to the minister, she could forget all the bad things. Even the fear that he might discover her and kill her.
Floating weightlessly in the clouds.
She closed her eyes and savored the instant.
When had it started? Each time the minister's fingers moved, she felt long-forgotten sensations awaken. When he massaged the back of her head, it felt like he was touching her breasts directly. Kneading around her crown sent tingles as if her perineum was being teased tenderly.
It was strange. It was clearly just a normal head massage.
Why was her body heating up like this?
'W-Wait a second.'
Her body trembled uncontrollably. Unaccustomed to pleasure after over a decade, her body shook on its own. Her lips parted involuntarily.
“Ah... ahh...”
Her face burned hotter by the second. She felt her body growing aroused. This wouldn't do. She had to pull away.
But...
Her body wouldn't move. Her mind screamed to escape this situation, but her body, having tasted forgotten pleasure once, ignored her reason.
“Are you alright? You look like you're in a lot of pain.”
His voice in her ear sounded impossibly sweet, like a dessert drenched in sugar. It melted away her desire to flee.
“I-I'm... fine.”
She lied without thinking. She wasn't fine. She wanted to escape. But her craving to stay longer made her lie.
“Please... a little more.”
It was the voice of a woman who had forgotten her title as leader of Hongryeon.
The moment Luis pleaded...
“No, that's enough.”
Morris withdrew his hands from her head.
“I think that's plenty of service for a guest.”
“Eh?”
Luis looked up at him with dazed eyes.
“The person you were looking for has arrived, hasn't she?”
I pointed to Ellis, who was watching us from the open door.
“Ellis, th-this is...”
The flustered Luis tried to stand, but...
Thud!
“Kyaa!”
Her body, drained by long-forgotten pleasure, refused her will.
“My, you don't look well at all. Will you head back like this today?”
“Ah... ah...”
I looked down at Luis collapsed on the floor and asked. She flailed her arms and legs desperately to get away from me, then nodded.
“She says yes. Ellis, she's your guest, so see her off.”
“Under...stood.”
Ellis supported Luis and led her out of the mansion.
The reason I'd bothered massaging Luis to restore her pleasure was simple.
'The emperor's assassin group, Hongryeon.'
If I could bring them to my side, I'd have a weapon to strike the emperor's back when trouble arose someday. Better to prepare for anything.
'Step one: make her dependent on me.'
She'd lived like a nun for so long.
'Not quite a nun. She's devoured countless women in that time.'
But she'd never felt pleasure herself. She'd only faked it to train her subordinates and tools.
Now that she'd tasted it once, she'd cling to me. All I had to do was wait for the fruit to fall on its own.
“Leader, are you okay?”
“Yeah... thanks.”
Ellis supported Luis all the way to the mansion's front gate. It took a while before she could stand on her own.
“He's a scary man. You be careful too.”
Luis straightened her disheveled clothes and sighed.
“Yes, ma'am.”
Ellis watched Luis depart. To Hongryeon's assassins, she was always a queenly figure. A ruler. Their queen alone.
She toyed with her subordinates with absolute strength. The assassins always knelt at her feet in submission.
'And yet Leader ended up like that...'
Was the afterglow still lingering? Even from afar, Ellis could see Luis struggling to control her body.
'If it had been me...'
Ellis couldn't suppress the rising excitement. She wanted to be dominated. She imagined Morris's thick hands, the ones that had kneaded Luis's head, choking her throat. His massive cock stirring her insides. Toying with her, using her at will, pouring his desires into her.
“Hah... hah...”
Just thinking about it made it hard to stand.
“What must that feel like?”
Ellis murmured, watching her leader fade into the distance.
Ellis was a severe masochist. She'd joined Hongryeon to satisfy her depraved desires. As leader, Luis was perfect in that regard. Luis always satisfied her. Crawling at her feet was a blessing for Ellis.
But the moment she realized the woman she thought was a queen was just another bitch like her...
Her gaze toward Luis had turned ice cold. That was the moment Hongryeon's spell of fear shattered.
Ellis returned to the mansion. Naturally, her first stop was...
Morris's office, where he handled his work.
Knock knock.
“Come in.”
His voice came from inside.
'Ah.'
Just hearing it made her body quiver faintly. Ellis steadied her trembling form and cautiously opened the door.
Morris was wrestling with paperwork inside. As if the earlier events meant nothing to him, he was utterly composed.
Who was the intruder who'd snuck into the mansion? What was her purpose? What was their relationship? There was so much he should ask about the trespasser.
Yet he asked nothing.
When Luis's presence here was exposed, how her heart had sunk. Seeing Morris now, she felt it again. The vast gap between him and her.
Ellis opened her mouth, her face flushed as red as her hair.
“Master.”
The words came from her heart.
“What is it?”
“I brought tea.”
“Ah, just set it here.”
“And about my sister earlier...”
“Forget that. It's in the past.”
“Ah, yes.”
Is that it? No more questions for me? Why isn't he pressing further? Doesn't he want to interrogate and torture her to uncover her identity?
'Ah.'
Ellis realized. This man already knew everything.
That she was a member of Hongryeon. That Luis was their leader. That she'd come today to test her.
He knew it all. The overwhelming information gap. Just thinking about it nearly made her climax.
'Am I useless to him? Not even worth tormenting?'
No. That can't be.
'If I have no value, I'll create it.'
Ellis racked her brain. What would this man want most right now?
Perhaps from overthinking, she didn't notice the tray in her hands tilting forward, the teapot and cup spilling toward Morris.
In the end, the tray flipped.
Splash!
Soaking Morris's clothes.