Breast Massage (2)
A soft rustle of fabric.
"……."
The sound of Senior Ellin's blouse slipping free, and the smooth skin that emerged beneath it. Pale white flesh set against the stark contrast of black undergarments — and my own heart began to hammer in answer.
I'd been half-worried she might refuse to take it off. She shed it more easily than I expected.
Maybe a full week of steady massages had finally paid off. At least when it came to massage, I'd proven I wasn't some half-hearted amateur — and that trust was enough for her to peel away one more layer without much hesitation.
Facing a back that felt distinctly more intimate than usual, I set both hands on Senior Ellin's shoulders the way I always did.
I pressed down firmly.
"Hnn, hup…!"
The moment I hit an acupoint, Senior Ellin gave a cute little cry and jerked in place. With one more layer of clothing gone, the trembling seemed sharper than usual. Of course it would — bare skin was always more sensitive than fabric.
I pressed harder.
"Hnnn, haaah…!!"
…Still, there was no denying it. Compared to the first time I'd worked her shoulders, the reaction was a little disappointing. Back then she'd moaned so freely she'd nearly drawn every eye in the Adventurers' Guild. These days, though, I was clearing the fatigue from her upper body as fast as it built up — so the pleasure of releasing knotted muscle was bound to feel milder.
If I can't free the remaining acupoints in her chest and lower body, Senior Ellin's numbers will just keep treading water.
With Coco, massaging the upper-body points and then her tail — which doubled as an erogenous zone — had been the start of both lower-body work and the Erogenous Massage. Senior Ellin would be the same. If I didn't manage to touch her sensitive spots, even a little forcefully, we'd never move to the next stage.
And the place I suspected was her erogenous zone… was that chest of hers, so large no one could possibly miss it.
Just reaching for her breasts without a word would be rude.
Even in a world where male and female notions of chastity had flipped, silently putting your hands on the opposite sex's chest was still sexual harassment, gender swap or not. The ideal approach was to finish the upper-body massage, get her as relaxed as possible, then float the suggestion casually.
With that in mind, I worked her shoulders, her back, her waist, and her flanks in sequence the way I always did, kneading and rubbing, drawing sensation through her body.
Rub. Rub.
"Haaaah, h-hhk…!!"
Knead. Knead.
"Hiiihk?! W-wait, Beor?! You're kneading too ha— it, hhk?!"
"I'm using the same pressure as always, Senior Ellin."
The fact that she still reacted more sharply than usual had to be because she was wearing one fewer layer. Finishing her upper-body massage took less than ten minutes. Considering that the first time I'd spent a full twenty minutes on her shoulders alone, the speed was impressive.
Part of it was that my technique had improved since ten days ago… but the real reason was simpler: her acupoints hadn't flushed deep red with built-up fatigue.
Once I was done, Senior Ellin sat in front of me breathing soft little moans — and this time, at last, I gently raised the real purpose of the session.
"Haa… ha… haaah…. Haa…."
"Senior Ellin, that wraps up the upper-body massage for today."
"Ah… y-yeah…. It felt good again…."
"I'd like you to hear me out without thinking anything strange. Would you be willing to try a breast massage as well today?"
"……Uh, heh, hh?! A b-breast massage?!"
Senior Ellin looked thoroughly flustered at the words. That reaction alone told me that if I'd simply grabbed her chest without warning, things would have gotten extremely awkward.
"Yes. A breast massage."
"I-is that… okay? You're a man, Beor…."
"What does being a man have to do with it? All I want is to work out the muscle tension that's built up in your chest."
"……Is that… really all?"
…Of course not. If that had been the only goal, I never would have asked her to bare her chest in the first place.
Ideally, I'd use an Erogenous Massage right here in the staff break room to gently stir her libido, then — just like with Coco — lure her back to my place after work. From there, ease into a lower-body massage and let the atmosphere turn steamy. That was the ultimate reason I'd proposed a breast massage…
"Of course, Senior Ellin. I genuinely just want to massage you — partly as thanks for everything you do for me."
For now, I had to keep those ulterior motives buried and play the innocent as thoroughly as possible, just to lower her guard. And while getting intimate with Senior Ellin was the end goal, it wasn't as if that lewd purpose was the whole story. Stabilizing all of her various stats required lower-body massage and Erogenous Massage — so I had no choice but to steer things in that direction.
"…A-all right. If you say so, Beor."
"You're sure?"
"Y-yeah…. Then… the breast massage too…. Please…."
In a shy little voice, Senior Ellin carefully nodded and gave me permission. Of course, this was only the beginning. I had to leave her satisfied with this breast massage if I wanted an excuse to bring her home after work tonight.
A soft snap of clasps.
"Euhht?!"
"It'll get in the way, so I'm taking the bra off."
"Ah… yeah…. Right…."
Startled by the sudden loss of her undergarment, Senior Ellin instinctively covered her chest — then, realizing it was necessary for the massage, slowly lowered her hands. Guild Master Aisia had stripped her own bra without even being asked. Apparently the women of this world had slightly different thresholds for how embarrassed they felt showing their chests to a man.
…Well, even in my old world there had been men who could peel their shirts off without a second thought and men who wore T-shirts in the pool. Senior Ellin's reaction probably wasn't that unusual.
The black bra came away, and the completely unobstructed smooth expanse of her back stirred my desire all over again.
"Turn this way for me, Senior Ellin. To massage your chest properly, it's better if we're face to face."
"Y-yeah…. That makes sense…."
One arm still wrapped across her chest, Senior Ellin carefully turned on the round chair. That single arm did almost nothing to hide breasts that large — an unavoidably provocative sight that snagged my gaze — and, face flushed pink with embarrassment, she finally let her arm drop.
A heavy, soft sway.
"……."
"……."
Wow. Okay. This is real.
I had never been face to face with a chest this large before — not in this life, and not in any memory of the last one. I'd been a virgin in my previous world too, so real-life encounters with a woman's breasts had been few enough to count on one hand… but even in adult videos, I didn't think I'd ever seen anything quite this big.
I was still staring, dazed, at those beautiful, enormous breasts and their cute pink nipples when Senior Ellin prompted me in a shy little voice.
"Be…or…? You can… start the breast massage…."
"…I'm sorry. Your chest is so pretty I completely zoned out staring at it."
"…Wh-what?!"
…Ah, damn.
The absurd excuse had slipped out before I even registered it, and Senior Ellin looked flustered — but I was even more shocked that I'd said it at all. Even in a world with reversed gender norms, blatantly sexual compliments about someone's breasts should have struck her as weird, no matter how close we were…
"Ah… I-I see…. Thank you, Beor…."
"……?"
What?
Did that… actually work?
I'd basically just sexually harassed her, and the answer that came back was "thank you." It felt awkward — and yet, mapped onto the male-female dynamics of my old world, maybe it wasn't that strange. A woman praising a man's well-trained chest, and the man saying thanks… that didn't sound odd at all.
Maybe in this world, a man complimenting a woman's breasts carries roughly the same weight as a woman complimenting a man's pecs.
I had no idea how those two things had ended up equivalent, but what mattered was that my harassment had landed as a perfectly natural compliment. Grateful for the free pass, I made sure not to lose myself in staring this time and brought both hands to Senior Ellin's chest.
Soft. Yielding.
"Euhhmp, hah?!"
Holy hell.
What is this.
The instant my arms reached out, both hands nearly sank out of sight into the soft, swaying mass of her breasts. I had to force the rush of sensation down and keep it locked inside my head.
Are women's breasts always this soft?
When I'd touched Coco's chest in the bath yesterday, it hadn't felt anything like this. The overwhelming difference in size was probably why the sensation was so completely different. Coco wasn't flat by any means… but honestly, her body was built along the clean, efficient curves of a martial artist. If I had to compare sizes with Senior Ellin, it was roughly the difference between a basketball and a tennis ball.
It wasn't that smaller chests held no appeal for me — but a large chest had a devilish charm all its own, the kind that could grab a person by the heart and not let go.
Soft. Soft.
"Hnnnn, euh…! Haa, hnnngh?!"
…This was no time to sit around groping.
No matter how devastating Senior Ellin's chest was, just kneading it aimlessly was a betrayal of the breast massage I'd promised her. Somehow I dragged myself free of the mind-melting temptation and, with both hands, began stimulating the knotted acupoints buried deep in the soft flesh of her chest, one by one.
I pressed hard.
"Hnnnnngh?! Haa, h-hhmp…!!"
In the staff break room, with only the two of us present, Senior Ellin's voice — straining to hold back her moans — began to ring out loud and clear.