Guild Massage Service (4)
Elin Heidi, receptionist of the Adventurer's Guild.
She had momentarily set aside her actual duties as a guild receptionist and was quietly fixing her gaze on the two people seated off to one side of the hall.
"Hoo… h-huu…"
"How is it feeling now, Nanab?"
"W-what…?"
"Earlier you said my massage was just so-so. I was wondering if it was starting to feel good."
"…I-it's not completely unwatchable."
"Is that so? Then I'll have to work even harder. I'll start loosening up your back and waist muscles now."
"N-no, you don't need to work that hard…. Hnn, hah…"
Her junior, Beor, was pouring every ounce of skill and sincerity into massaging their very first customer since the guild had begun offering the service—an adventurer. And receiving those hands with a carefully blank expression was the barbarian warrior woman, Nanab.
She might claim it was "so-so" or "not completely unwatchable," but Elin was certain: Nanab was already completely lost in Beor's massage and only managing to force those words out of her mouth.
As the person who had experienced Beor's massage first—and most often—Elin could say so with absolute confidence.
She looks like she's enjoying it…
Come to think of it, she herself had felt exactly the same way the first time Beor massaged her shoulders. The blissful sensation of having those shoulders—tight and aching ever since she was ten—worked on for the very first time was something she still could not forget.
The pleasure that flooded through her body as the knotted, rigid muscles finally released. The desire to simply float along on that strange, wonderful feeling and stop caring about anything else.
It was not the kind of sensation you could forget or endure simply by wanting to. That was why she herself kept losing to the craving and receiving upper-body massages from Beor almost every single day.
"I'm here to turn in the Mud Crocodile subjugation request from the Suspicious Marshlands."
"Ah, yes…! Then the proof of subjugation—twenty large fangs…"
Even while performing her receptionist duties, memories of Beor's massage kept surfacing so insistently that Elin had already reached a serious level of massage addiction. Serious enough that, right now, while working the guild counter, her eyes kept drifting unbidden toward Beor as he massaged.
And Beor's massage skill is the real thing, too.
How on earth had he so perfectly released shoulders that had been stiff for more than a decade? Even with outstanding technique, undoing muscle that had been knotted for that long could not have been easy.
To exaggerate only a little, his skill was almost on the level of a Unique Ability. Of course, as a man Beor could not possibly possess a Unique Ability, so the comparison was nonsense—but that was how it felt.
Which was why Elin simply thought of it as an unusually gifted talent. A massage that was unusually good at releasing knotted muscle, and unusually good at stimulating the places that felt best.
"How about here? When I press like this, this spot feels pretty tight too."
"Haa… a-are you sure you're okay? You're not pushing yourself too hard, little guy~?"
"This much is fine. More importantly—how does this feel, Nanab?"
"Nngh…! Haa, w-wait…. I-if you rub both places at once…"
…She was jealous.
Even though she herself had received a massage from Beor only a short while ago—even though it had not been a simple shoulder-and-back massage but a rather lewd one in which her large breasts had been thoroughly kneaded—Elin still felt envy toward Nanab receiving a massage on the other side of the guild.
Until now Elin had never particularly lusted after money or material things, nor had she held any great longing for the male of the species. Yet her junior male receptionist Beor, and his massages, kept stirring her desires.
Enough that, while projecting herself onto Nanab under Beor's hands, her fingers had drifted unthinkingly downward.
—Rub.
"Hnnngh…… nnhah!"
In a brief daze, Elin had rubbed her fingers over the fabric of her underwear. The sudden jolt of pleasure made her realize what she was doing; she snatched her hand away at once. But that did not erase the shameful act she had just committed.
Getting lost in self-pleasure—even for a moment—during work hours, in a space full of other people, was a source of considerable mortification for Elin.
That was close…
If she had failed to snap out of it and had kept going, who knew what would have happened. Given the nature of the offense, a light reprimand would never have been the end of it. She might even have had to face the Guildmaster in a rare full-blown rage. Elin quietly swallowed a sigh of relief.
This is all Beor's fault…
If Beor had never massaged her—if he had never taught her that pleasure this good existed—she would never have filled her head with such filthy thoughts. She would never have masturbated while replaying his shoulder massage, never have called his name on her bed while remembering the way his hands had worked her waist and flanks.
And ever since the breast massage a little while ago, Beor's face had been floating constantly through her mind. Elin had the strong feeling that unless she released this somehow, the symptoms would only continue.
Today I'm going straight home the moment I clock out…
The second she got home she would start masturbating. Using the memory of the breast massage she had just received as seasoning, she would come over and over while picturing Beor's face.
With thoughts far too lewd to belong under that innocent face, Elin wished the rest of the workday would pass as quickly as possible.
The longer the massage went on, the more Nanab's reactions to my hands began to change.
"Haa… h-haa…"
"This time I'll loosen the muscles of your lower back and your upper back together. They're connected, so working them at the same time is more efficient."
"W-what about doing the lower back and upper back one at a time? You don't need to strain yourself just for me…"
"It's not hard at all, so it's fine."
—Press!
"Nnghhuuuh?! Haa… hhk…!"
The red-haired warrior who had been pretending to be unfazed at the start of the massage was nowhere to be found. What remained was only the voice of a single weak woman defeated by pleasure.
Watching someone who would clearly overpower me in a contest of raw strength collapse under my hands with such lewd sounds made an indescribable sense of conquest keep welling up in my chest.
Both shoulders. Back and waist. Waist and flanks. Every time I released Nanab's pressure points "simultaneously" in different combinations, her voice grew a little louder, and it was easy enough to tell that her body was feeling every bit of it.
…Not that her physical reactions even mattered. Her "inner voice," which had been leaking to me for a while now, was already telling me everything she felt.
H-how many minutes are left? Why isn't this over yet…?
I really don't think I can hold out like this…. Haaa… i-it's coming again…!
Stimulating my back and waist at the same time is cheating…. How am I supposed to endure being touched like this…
H-he's putting his hands on my flanks too…? I never knew Guild Oppa was this bold…. Haa, w-wait…
Every time my hands moved to a different part of her body, Nanab's voice and thoughts shifted a little. On the outside she only let out slightly louder moans now and then, keeping her body as still as she could; but the voice I heard inside her mind was growing steadily more erotic.
Judging purely by the content, it almost sounded as if I had her tied up and was caressing her. Of course, what I was actually doing was nothing lewd—just a pure massage.
She's got so many knotted muscles all over that it feels like she has an especially large number of pressure points.
Swinging that massive double-headed axe day after day would put strain on a lot of places. Just carrying the thing on her shoulder looked exhausting enough.
But no matter how much of an adventurer she was—someone who routinely carried such a large, dangerous weapon into battle—right now she was nothing more than a woman pinned under my hands, struggling to hold back lewd sounds.
—Press!
"Nngh… h-hyaaah…!! Nnghuuuuh…!!"
For the finale I released the pressure points just below the waist, near the tailbone. Because of the rather revealing nature of her bikini armor, her rear was almost completely exposed from behind, but I deliberately kept my hands off it. What I was offering as a service at the Adventurer's Guild was strictly an "upper-body massage"—not a "lower-body massage" or an Erogenous Massage.
At the very least, when I was demonstrating a massage to other people inside the guild, I had to keep a clear line. If I once crossed it out of pure desire, I would have no defense if other adventurers later accused me of "favoring a particular client."
Guild massages had to stay firmly on the right side of the line.
Massages where I ignored the line and did whatever I wanted could be done outside the guild anytime I liked.
"We're finished, Nanab."
"Haa… h-haa…"
"Nanab?"
"…I-it's over…? It's over…?"
"Yes, it's over."
"……."
Hearing that the massage had ended, Nanab turned to look at me with a faintly dazed expression. The smooth back that had been dry when we started was now soaked as if she had been caught in the rain; the sweat droplets glittering on her bronze skin shone with a strangely lewd luster, as though she had been oiled.
"Are you satisfied, Nanab?"
"S-satisfied…?"
"We talked about it earlier. If you weren't satisfied with my massage, I'd refund you double."
"Ah… r-right, we did talk about that…"
"If anything was unsatisfactory, could you tell me what it was? So I can use it as a reference next time."
"N-no…. There's nothing like that…"
"Then you're satisfied?"
"……Yeah."
Nanab nodded, looking far more docile than she had a little while ago.
I quietly hoped that the next time she came back, I would be able to relieve her sexual desire as well.