Lower Body Massage (2)
Coco had said it herself, clear as day — that during the massage, my hands could touch her anywhere and it would be fine.
Whether she'd given that permission out of pure innocence or because she genuinely didn't care, I couldn't say. All I knew was that I intended to make full use of the opportunity.
"……."
She swallowed hard, her face tight with nerves, and settled herself obediently onto the massage sofa.
I brought both hands — the ones that had been itching for this — down onto one of her thighs, and squeezed.
Hard.
"Nngh— hyaah?!"
The instant I clamped down on a thigh packed full of knotted acupoints, Coco let out a moan and jerked her leg up. I'd thought I was gripping as hard as I possibly could with both hands, yet the moment she lifted her leg, both my arms came right up with it.
In ordinary terms, a man should be the stronger one — but once Unique Abilities entered the picture, the gap in raw power ballooned this far? It was enough of a difference that I could finally understand why male adventurers simply didn't exist.
…Well. I couldn't overpower her with strength alone, but there were plenty of other ways to keep the current Coco nice and docile. So it hardly mattered.
"Coco, please put your leg down. If you keep thrashing around like that, I can't massage you."
"S-sorry."
"When you're getting a massage, try to stay as still as you can. If you thrash with everything you've got, a man like me can't absorb that kind of force."
"Got it… uh…"
She nodded carefully and eased the raised thigh back down. Once I confirmed she was settled, I worked the same intensity into the muscle again — and this time she held still, legs pressed neatly against the sofa.
"Nngh—!"
"Nnh, hah, hhk…!!"
…This might end up being more intense than I expected, even as just a massage.
Coco's thighs were still locked up tight, as if all the work I'd already done on her other muscle groups had never happened. The dense cluster of red acupoints filling her lower body made that painfully clear.
However much my real reason for inviting her over had been something far less wholesome… I couldn't bring myself to ignore lower-body muscles this thoroughly knotted.
"Haaaah, hhk…!! Nnhyaah…!!"
Every time I worked a lower body that held five or six acupoints in a single thigh, Coco's moans grew sharper. And yet she never said it hurt, never lifted her leg the way she had before — so those sounds were almost certainly pleasure, the kind that came from muscles finally letting go.
I decided I could keep going like this, and focused on working her thighs.
"Nnh, hh, hhk…!! Nngh………!!!"
The moment the acupoints in one thigh released almost all at once, Coco's whole body lifted off the sofa. She rose into a natural hip-lift, held the pose through several more of those lewd little sounds, then collapsed back onto the cushions and tried to catch her breath.
"Haa… ha… haa… ha…"
"I'll do the other side now, Coco."
"……."
She nodded. Her eyes said she had something she wanted to say — that taking the same rush of pleasure back-to-back was a little much, that she wanted a short break — but she never put it into words, so I simply pretended not to notice.
And honestly? Watching Coco make those filthy sounds under pleasure she couldn't escape… was just plain fun.
Maybe it was because of Vitality Massage, or maybe not — but watching women forced into moans by my hands had become a thoroughly enjoyable pastime. For all I knew, the masseur's life had suited me long before I ever got this Unique Ability.
"Nngh, hhk?! Haa, nngh…………!!"
I finished the other thigh with those thoughts still running, and Coco lifted and dropped her hips again, panting hard. I'd only worked her thighs, and already fine beads of sweat stood out all over her body.
…Judging by the way the center of her white shorts had darkened a shade, sweat wasn't the only thing she was leaking. Mentioning it outright might shame her into bolting, though, so I kept quiet and turned her onto her back.
"Coco, could you lie face-down this time?"
"…Face… down…?"
"I still need to work the backs of your thighs and calves. Just set your face into that round hole that was under the back of your head a moment ago, and lie flat."
"……."
She nodded carefully, then slowly rolled over and settled face-down on the massage sofa. Once I confirmed her face was properly seated in the face cradle, I started working her body from the bottom up — slowly.
…And began laying the groundwork for a decent excuse to get her clothes off.
"I'm going to take your shoes off."
"Nnh?"
"I can't do a foot massage with shoes on. You did say I could touch you anywhere, right?"
"……."
She nodded. I slipped her shoes off, set my hands on her soles, and pressed the two acupoints above and below each foot with both thumbs, easing the tight muscle free.
"Nnh, hhk…!! Hhk…!!"
Truthfully, the foot massage itself wasn't that important. Compared to her thighs and calves, her feet didn't seem to get nearly as much use — the muscle wasn't knotted up that badly.
What I needed was simply an excuse to start undressing her.
I'd already gotten the shoes off under the cover of a foot massage. From here on, the odds of her refusing when I removed something else would drop considerably. Walking back a permission once you'd given it took a fair amount of courage — even when the next act only shared the same general shape of "taking clothes off" and was, in substance, something else entirely.
"Nngh, hh…!"
"Nnghh…!! Hyaaah…!!"
From the soles up into the calves, from the calves up into the thighs. I worked both of Coco's legs in turn, and little by little my hands drifted closer to the more private parts of her.
The lower-body massage was already finished, of course — but I had no intention of stopping here. I still hadn't dealt with the most important thing: Coco's sexual tension.
Keeping my tone as casual as I could, I slid a hand toward her shorts.
"Coco."
"Haa… hhk…. What…?"
"I'm about to move on to a hip massage."
"……."
"…Coco?"
"Y-you can touch them…. My hips…."
Even without seeing her face, the embarrassment came through clearly — her ears trembled above her head as she answered. For an ordinary man, that alone would have been enough to set his heart racing. But half-hearted permission to touch wasn't what I wanted from her.
"You already gave me that earlier. That's not what I'm asking about."
"…Th-then?"
"When there's clothing between my hands and your body, the massage loses some of its effect. So — Coco. Would it be all right if I took just your pants off?"
"…Eh, heh?!"
Her voice jumped a little at the mention of removing her pants, and she flustered. Even in a world where male and female sexual roles had flipped, stripping her pants off in front of a man was apparently still plenty embarrassing.
I'd probably feel about the same if this had happened to me in my old world, to be fair.
Still — at this level, she ought to be able to go along with the request. In my previous world's massage shops, people didn't strip completely naked for a session, but any proper full-body place at least had clients change into something thin. If I could just get Coco to accept that "taking clothes off for a massage is normal," that would be enough.
…Once the first layer came off successfully, everything after that would be much easier.
"I'll… take them off…."
"Ah — would you?"
"Just a second…. I'll take them off now, so…."
"No, Coco. Just lift your hips a little from where you are. I'll handle the undressing."
"……."
Taking something off yourself versus having someone of the opposite sex peel it off you. The end result might look the same, but no one would ever claim the two acts carried the same meaning.
Even so, I needed her to accept this here if I wanted the rest of the plan to flow naturally — so I had to make Coco feel like this was simply the ordinary, expected thing.
"A massage is something where the person receiving it stays still, and only the masseur moves their hands."
"…Is that… how it works?"
"Yes. So don't bother getting up — just lift your hips a little. I'll take care of the clothes."
"……."
After enough persistent persuasion, Coco finally listened and lifted her hips for me as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
Was she just that naive, that she'd believe every word of this? Or were most of the women in this world simply this pure because they'd barely ever met a man?
Wondering about it, I slipped my hands into the space under her raised hips, loosened the black cloth belt, and drew her pants down with it.
"Nnh… hhk…."
A cute little sound escaped her — startled, maybe, by the feel of a man's hands stripping her. And from under the pants, plain black underwear appeared.
At the center of those panties, the fabric was stained a deeper shade than the rest.