Tail Massage (3)
"Nngh, hah, hahk…!!"
Coco, Gold-rank adventurer of the Adventurers' Guild.
Having asked the male guild staffer she'd been so conscious of for a tail massage, she now half-leaned against the table, twitching and moaning.
For more than ten minutes he had been working every inch of her tail, and the sweet pleasure rolling in with each pass had already pushed her mental fortitude to its limit. She clung to the guild table, shuddering, forcing out only the barest scraps of sound.
Even those intermittent moans were the product of extreme restraint. If she had let every wave of pleasure crash out of her unfiltered, the Adventurers' Guild would by now have ceased to function as a guild at all and become something closer to a brothel.
— Squeeze, knead.
"Khhngh…!! N-nyaaah…!!"
"The underside of your curled tail is especially knotted. How is it? Feels good once it starts to loosen, doesn't it?"
"Feels… good."
Good.
I like you — the one who taught me this feeling.
She swallowed the confession, so much of it left unsaid, and surrendered her body to the pleasure of the moment. By then Beor's bold hands had already sent her floating up into empty air more than once, cresting on wave after wave of sensation.
"This is the last spot."
— Pressssss!!
"……………!!!!!"
The word last arrived at the same instant as a surge of pleasure that deserved the same name. For a heartbeat even her tightly curled tail shot straight, every nerve alight, and Coco forced her rising body back down into the chair, enduring it.
"Nnghrrgh…!! Hahk, hyaaah…!!"
I'm going to lose my mind.
It feels so good I'm going to lose my mind.
She had never, in her entire life, experienced pleasure like this.
And to think she would find it at the hands of a brand-new male staffer at the Adventurers' Guild — a man she had known for barely a week, whose name she still did not even know.
Coco was sincerely glad she had mustered the courage to ask for a tail massage.
Even if it had cost ten gold coins… I wouldn't have regretted a single one…
If she could taste this pleasure even once in her life, ten gold coins or a hundred — no, even if she had to spend the rest of her days as his slave — she did not think she would regret it. Reeling, she gave herself over to another crashing wave.
"Nngh-hh…! Haa, hahk…!! Nngkhhh…!!"
From childhood she had poured every scrap of attention into training and hunting, never once sparing a thought for anything lewd. Coco's first orgasm arrived at the hands of the first man she had ever truly noticed.
"Haaa… haa… haa…"
"…Are you all right, Miss Coco?"
"……."
— Nod… nod.
Simply holding on to consciousness was draining every last drop of her willpower. She managed a shaky nod at the sound of his voice. For reasons she could not name, just hearing him so close was enough to make her feel she might go mad.
Part of her wanted to tackle him right there and try this thing called love.
She held that impulse down by sheer force. In a world where men were scarce, a woman assaulting a man was no light crime.
And more than that — Coco wished for something else.
She did not want to do anything that would make this man hate her.
If she gave in to desire, if she threw herself at him and he came to despise her…
…Then he wouldn't give me any more massages…
If she had never known, she might have lived without it. But now that she knew, she could not give it up.
Not the shoulder massage that had begun at her shoulders and then gently worked the sweet spots along her back, waist, and sides. Not the tail massage that turned every touch into a bolt of fierce pleasure racing through her enormous tail.
For Coco, both had already become something she could no longer live without.
"Anyway, that finishes the massage, Miss Coco."
"Haa… ha… haa…"
— Nod, nod.
"Thank you for coming back. I'm glad I could make you feel good."
— Shake, shake.
"Hm? What do you mean?"
"I'm the one… who's happy…"
I don't know how happy you are, but I'm definitely happier than that.
The aftershocks of orgasm left her no room to check whether the words had landed properly, and even less room to correct them.
"Haa… haa… haa…"
— Scrape.
Business was finished. She had to leave, and quickly. If she lingered any longer in the guild, she really might commit some irreversible "mistake" with him.
If that happened, she would never be able to set foot in this Adventurers' Guild again — and she would never receive another one of these massages.
With that thought she rose and started for the entrance. Then a sweet voice brushed her ear again, and her body stopped of its own accord.
"Miss Coco."
"……?!?!"
"Do you know the red-brick house with the sky-blue roof on Residential Street?"
"……."
— Nod, nod.
"If you have time today, could you stop by about three hours from now? There's something I need to talk to you about — just the two of us."
"……."
— Nod.
Something just the two of them needed to discuss? What could it be?
She had thought the massage was over for the day. Why was he suddenly calling her aside?
Questions crowded her mind, but the only answer Coco could give the male guild staffer was a nod.
In her head, the option of refusing him no longer existed.
"Haa… hngh…. Haaa…"
Squirrel beastgirl and martial artist Coco left the Adventurers' Guild on unsteady feet, her steps so precarious it was impossible not to worry.
Is she going to be okay…?
Still, she was a Gold-rank adventurer. She wasn't about to collapse in the street. Anyone strong enough to bring down ten minotaurs in a single week probably didn't need my fretting in the first place.
About an hour left until I clock out…
After work I'd grab dinner at the guild cafeteria and head home — call it an hour and a half total. I'd told Coco to come by in three hours, so that left me roughly ninety minutes to put something into my completely empty house.
Admittedly, the idea of showing Coco the barren first floor of my place — no chairs, no table, no sofa — made me hesitate a little. But that problem would probably be solved by the translucent window that had appeared the moment I finished her tail massage.
Successfully managed Coco Skywalker's fatigue to 20% or below.
Corresponding reward has been issued.
Reward —Relax Sofa
If I pressed the blinking Claim button at the bottom of that window, would a piece of furniture called a Relax Sofa simply materialize in the real world?
Obviously I couldn't summon a sofa in the middle of the Adventurers' Guild, so I couldn't claim it yet. I'd have to wait until I got home after work.
Of course, that was still pure speculation. I had no idea whether furniture would actually pop out of thin air. There was still far too much I didn't understand about this world's Unique Abilities — and no way of knowing how far they could go.
Still, if there's any chance of something going wrong, better to test it at home.
Conjuring a sofa out of empty space just to check a Unique Ability's functions was far too risky. That would expose my Vitality Massage ability right along with it.
It wasn't exactly a state secret I needed to hide at all costs — but I also had no reason to advertise it first.
Anyway, I've invited Coco over. Now how am I supposed to steer the mood in that direction once she gets there?
Honestly, that part had been pure improvisation. She'd been about to walk out of the guild, so I'd only managed to get the essentials across in a rush.
I knew inviting a woman I'd met only twice straight to my house was a dangerous move. But after checking Coco's physical condition right after the massage, I'd had no choice but to decide fast.
Muscle Tension — 80% → 40%
Fatigue — 70% → 20%
Stress — 95% → 35%
Libido — 90% → 100%
Right after the massage, Coco's libido had hit triple digits for the first time.
No matter how I looked at it, the only way to relieve that was the method I had in mind — and with nowhere else suitable available, I'd had to call her to my place.
I still didn't know where Coco lived, or whether she lived alone and could avoid interruptions. Even if my house was bare of furniture, it did have one bed big enough for two people to lie down on. That ought to be enough.
As for steering things toward a more intimate atmosphere to deal with her libido… I could always use the excuse of continuing the massage.
…Well. All of that assumed Coco actually showed up at my door without incident.