Guild Massage Service (1)

A sweet, mind-melting pleasure. A blissful weightlessness that left her floating.

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Elin had been lost in that fluttering, low-in-the-belly sensation when Beor's voice beside her ear gently pulled her back to herself.

"Hnnngh… hah… haaah…."

"Feeling a little calmer now, Senior?"

"…Uh— huh? Wh-what…?"

The awareness of her own mind returning after that near-out-of-body pleasure washed over her. Only then did Elin realize she was bare from the waist up, cradled in her junior's arms — and the realization sent a flustered jolt through her as she hurriedly lifted her head.

"I-I'm sorry, Beor…! I completely blanked out for a second…."

"You don't need to apologize. It just means you enjoyed my massage that much."

"Mm…. It did feel good…."

…Honestly, "felt good" didn't even begin to cover the rapturous sensation she'd just experienced.

But the fact that she'd climaxed — just a little — the moment Beor touched her nipples was a secret she could never tell him. So Elin carefully locked that pleasure away deep inside herself.

Come to think of it… does Beor even know what a woman's orgasm is?

After his amnesia, he'd seemed to have forgotten a lot of basic common knowledge. Maybe he didn't know about female orgasms either.

Plenty of men went their whole lives without ever understanding them, after all. To the average man, a woman was just someone who provided for him — or someone who served him.

So maybe Beor simply lacked knowledge about a woman's body. That would explain how he'd so confidently reached for her most sensitive erogenous zones and called it a "massage."

There was no way a man who actually enjoyed watching a woman feel pleasure existed in this world. You were lucky if he didn't look at a woman in the throes of climax and call her filthy or disgusting.

That was why Elin always held her reactions in check whenever Beor massaged her. She didn't want to be disliked by this junior she'd grown so fond of.

And she definitely didn't want him finding out that while she accepted his kindness on the surface, she was greedily drinking in this lewd pleasure underneath.

If I could do whatever I wanted… I'd just jump him right now….

Handsome. Diligent. And that easygoing personality that never flinched in front of women.

The amnesiac Beor carried so much romantic appeal it almost felt like someone had sculpted him to be a woman's ideal.

She had no idea when his memories would return — but at least until then, she could keep meeting this version of him.

Commoner women barely got any chances to meet men at all. So if anything, Elin wanted to learn about men through Beor before his memories came back.

"…Senior."

But if I get too close, Beor would hate that, wouldn't he? And I'm his senior. I have to set a good example as a senior….

"Elin? Senior?"

"…Ah— y-yes! Wh-what is it, Beor?!"

In the brief stretch after her orgasm, all sorts of scattered thoughts had flooded her mind — that so-called "saintess's hour." She'd been so deep in it that she only belatedly registered Beor calling her name.

"What were you thinking about so hard, Senior? Did you not like the breast massage?"

"N-no, no! The breast massage felt amazing! I'd even want to ask for it again next time!"

"Pardon?"

"Ah— I mean—!! Th-that's not what I meant…."

Cursing herself for blurting out her true feelings, Elin frantically reached for the clothes she'd set aside. Beor, as if considerate of her fluster, stood up first and headed for the door of the staff break room.

"Take your time coming out. You look like you need a rest, Senior Elin — I'll handle the reception desk on my own for a bit."

"Ah, wait. I can come out right aw—"

"It's fine. Just rest. Your body tends to go limp right after a massage anyway."

"……."

Without even giving her a chance to protest, her junior strode out of the break room and toward the guild counter. Elin could only stare blankly at Beor's retreating back — a back that somehow managed to feel both high-handed and strangely considerate at the same time.

After successfully finishing Senior Elin's breast massage, I felt a strange, buoyant high lifting my chest.

Senior Elin — the first woman I'd met after falling into this world, and the one I'd grown most attached to.

I'd brought her to orgasm with nothing but her breasts, and confirmed that her feelings toward me were still warm afterward. Of course I was in a good mood.

I'd even managed to drop Senior Elin's stress all the way down to 10%. In a sense, a single breast massage had accomplished two goals at once.

Honestly, I'd planned to fully clear her numbers at my place tonight — not at the guild.

Seeing her stress plummet just from having her breasts touched suggested that stress was pretty closely tied to libido.

And given that her libido had dropped even a little, it was all but confirmed that of the four stats, the libido portion could only be resolved through Erogenous Massage.

Which meant I now had yet another reason to actively use both Vitality Massage and Erogenous Massage — and by extension, no reason left to hesitate about getting involved with Senior Elin or any other female adventurers.

And just like with Coco, a reward window floated up in front of me as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

Managing Coco's stress had given me the ability Massage Tool Hygiene Maintenance. This time, managing Senior Elin's stress had earned me Massage Mind Reading.

Just the words "mind reading" made it sound ridiculously overpowered — but with "massage" stuck in front, I couldn't quite pin down what it actually did.

Maybe it lets me read someone's inner thoughts about which body part they'd like massaged?

Thinking of it that way instantly made the ability feel a lot less impressive. But then again, mind reading itself was so absurdly broken that my brain couldn't help going there.

If someone in this world ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠actually possessed mind reading, a power that strong would almost certainly fall under a Unique Ability.

My own Vitality Massage was a kind of Unique Ability too — so the idea of gaining a Unique Ability through a Unique Ability felt a little cheaty no matter how I looked at it.

Wondering if it was a mind-reading ability limited to people I'd already massaged, I tried using Massage Mind Reading on Senior Elin at the desk beside me. I didn't get so much as a flicker of her thoughts, so that theory was out.

Looks like I'll have to test it again while I'm actually massaging someone….

I'd already gotten the Guildmaster's permission and officially launched the massage service. Maybe I'd get a chance to verify Massage Mind Reading through an adventurer who came in for a massage this evening.

Of course, whether any adventurers would actually take up a service that cost a full gold coin and involved being massaged by a man was another question entirely.

If no customers show up, I can always just check it on Senior Elin's body later.

I'd already progressed as far as a breast massage, so I had a decent enough excuse to invite her over to my place. At this point, I doubted Senior Elin would turn me down — so I could always confirm the ability while giving her a lower-body massage after dinner tonight.

With those thoughts running through my head, about three hours passed after we opened for afternoon business.

Adventurers who'd headed out on quests that morning started filtering back into the Adventurers' Guild one by one to turn in completed requests and settle materials — and just like that, Senior Elin and I got a little busier.

"This upper-body massage thing… is it really just a massage?"

"Yes. Just a massage. With my own two hands. Interested?"

"…Ah, no. I'm fine."

"…Is it seriously one gold coin per massage? That seems way too expensive…."

"I'm sorry. Someone's already paid that rate and received a massage, so I can't lower the price."

"Ugh…. If it were half a gold, I might've considered it…. One gold is this month's living expenses…."

Adventurers glanced at the massage price board standing next to my reception desk, each of them muttering something before turning away.

As expected — a full gold coin for a single massage with no other perks attached was a serious burden for them.

In a way, deliberately setting the price high might actually be a blessing.

Willingly paying a gold coin for my massage meant their feelings toward me were serious.

The adventurers who normally flirted with a casual "if it happens, great; if not, whatever" attitude took one look at a proper price list and tucked their tails between their legs. The board was doing a fine job of filtering out the pests.

With fewer people hitting on me than usual, the line shrank a little faster through the afternoon. I was processing materials and settling payments with mechanical efficiency, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠half-wondering if I'd get any massage customers at all today — when:

"Ahh, I'm wiped~! That damn boar was ridiculously strong, seriously."

A familiar red-haired female warrior — someone I'd seen before — strode toward my counter without the slightest hesitation.