Chapter 51
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 51
Chapter Title: In-Heat Massage (6)
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It was a relief that Sia went into heat right around the time she noticed my dick getting hard.
Before heading out to grab drinks, she'd lunged at me and planted a kiss on my lips—definitely not her usual self.
"This aphrodisiac's effect is insane..."
At this rate, I could just slam my dick in and blow my load without any real issues, but where's the fun in that?
If Camella and Tanya weren't around, I'd have gone all out today, fucked her senseless, and tricked her into thinking it was all a dream. But for now, let's drag this out a bit longer.
Back in the room, I stripped off the clothes soaked through with Sia's juices and piss.
Another change. Annoying, but until Sia straight-up told me to get naked too, I'd keep changing outfits like a good boy.
"Take off your clothes... and then..."
I showered quickly, pondering how far to take things tonight, then threw on some thin underwear, a short-sleeved shirt, and shorts before heading downstairs.
"Hey, old man."
"Yeah? Still up?"
"Yeah, finished my errands. Just gonna give Sia a massage and crash."
"Claude was hyped and bolted outside—everything okay?"
"Not a brothel. Something like a tail room... Didn't wanna tie him down too hard and mess him up, so I gave him a little slack."
"Hmph... Well, if that's your call. What do you need now?"
"Hm... Four juices, packed with ice."
"For Sia?"
"She was whining about her legs hurting from all that walking exercise today."
"Heh."
"But she said she'd train her stamina for the party herself—kinda cute."
"She's cute enough without trying."
What the hell—this old guy's cracking jokes?
"Huh?"
"Haha! Been enjoying watching you kids lately."
"Really?"
"Claude... got dealt a shitty hand, but you got him under control, training hard. And you—pretty boy with that deadpan face all the time—look brighter now."
Is... that so?
"Plus Sia... Seeing all three of you doing well makes me happy."
"Yeah..."
Frank's rugged face twisted into a hearty laugh as he whipped up the drinks and handed them over on a tray.
"Just five bronzes."
"Huh? No, it's ten..."
"Forget it. Sia's working out and complaining? I'll cover half."
"Haha, thanks."
I paid the gruff old man—his smile a tad creepy—and carried the drinks back to Sia's room.
Screeech—
"Sia, I'm back! Got some cool juice..."
Whoosh—!
Squelch-squelch-squelch-squelch-squelch-squelch-squelch!!!
"Haaah!! Haht!! Cain...!!"
I'd expected her slumped over, but opening the door hit me with a wave of hot air, and there was Sia on her side, thighs grinding together like mad.
"Hurry... hurryyy waaah!!!"
Shudder-shudder-shudder!!!
"Aaaahh!!"
She climaxed, but with no fluids left to squirt, her body just trembled as she let out pained cries.
This is getting dangerous.
"Sia!"
"Uuuuh... Cain... It hurts... So itchy..."
Her pupils were dilated, gaze unfocused—definitely not okay.
"Here, your favorite juice. Drink up."
"Eeeh... Don't wanna... Itchy... Aaaah...!!!"
Squelch-squelch-squelch-squelch!!!
I set the tray down quick and tried to feed her, but she shook her head wildly, still frantically rubbing her clit and thighs.
"Hoo... Gulp-gulp-gulp!!"
I filled my mouth with juice and pressed my lips to hers, watching her curl up and grind away obsessively.
Drip—
"Mmph!! Gulp!! Haaah!! Smack!! Smooch!!"
The sweet, ice-cold drink flowed from my mouth to hers, and she guzzled it like a man dying of thirst in the desert.
After force-feeding her two glasses' worth mouth-to-mouth, the hydration seemed to cool her aphrodisiac-fueled fever a bit—her masturbation slowed down.
"Haa... Haaa... Hurts...!"
Smack!
"Kyaa!"
"Told you to go easy, dummy."
"But it itcheeees so baaad..."
"Happens sometimes. What'd I say? Look here."
"Heh... Heok!"
She finally noticed her thighs, flushed bright red at my gesture, and jolted in surprise.
"Still super itchy?"
"Yeah... Hurry, Cain, pleeease..."
"Okay, finish the rest of the juice and I'll do it."
"Gulp-gulp-gulp... Glug!! Kyak!!"
She chugged one of the remaining glasses in one go, her expression clearing up a little.
"Let's swap towels and wipe off the sweat too, Sia."
"Ugh... Can't we just...?"
"You're soaked through. Even if we change the sheets, if the mattress gets drenched, what then? Gonna tell Frank we were 'extracting bad fluids' or something?"
"Eek... Okayyy, but I'm..."
"I know, it's rough, right? I'll take care of it—just sit pretty in the chair and finish that juice, got it?"
"Mhm..."
I grabbed a clean towel, wiped the juices from her thighs and body, then scooped her up and set her on the little chair in the corner.
Smooch!
"Hehe, thanks."
"No prob."
Squeeze—
Sia pecked my cheek softly, then grabbed my wrist as I turned away.
"What?"
"Kiss my lips too!"
"Sure."
"Heehee, mwah...! Smack!! Smooch!! Muah!!"
She treats cheek pecks, lip touches, and full kisses all like "peck-pecks," huh.
"Smooo... Hehe."
"Sia's a total peck fiend."
"Mhm! When I was little, Daddy did it on my lips, but then I saw him do it with Mommy and begged for it too... He wouldn't. Hiiing..."
"Oh?"
"Even when I nagged Daddy, he'd say no and Mommy'd scold him... Later they only did it at night when I was asleep. Made me sad."
"Ah."
Medieval sex ed at its finest—hip hip hooray.
Her folks must still be at it hot and heavy. Forty-somethings kissing in front of their daughter?
"Mommy said families don't do that, but Mommy and Daddy are family, right? Weird."
"Yeah, could be."
"But Cain's not familyyy, heehee!"
"Really? I thought of you like family. Kinda hurts."
"Ah... N-nooo... N-not faa...mily buuut..."
She panicked at my sigh.
"Gonna tidy up—rest for now."
"Mmm... Hurryyy? Pecks are done and it's itchy again..."
"Yeah."
I left her squirming and groaning on the chair, grinding her thighs, and stuffed the bedding into the laundry.
Fresh sheets, piled with towels on top, then lifted Sia back onto the bed.
"Cain... Hurryyy..."
"Hold on. You tired, Sia?"
"A... a little?"
"Try using Recovery Blessing then. Lightly."
"Huh?"
"Go on."
"Okay."
I pulled her into my arms like an arm pillow, whispering in her ear. She closed her eyes to focus.
Hummm—
She twitched from the itch inside, struggling to concentrate, but soon a hazy light swirled over her body and faded.
"Haaa... So tiiired..."
"Itchy spots better?"
"...Huh? Y-yeah... feeels gooood... Ahk!!"
"What?"
"Ah... Stiiill itcheee..."
"Deep inside, right?"
"Mhm..."
"Wanna keep massaging inside?"
"Yeah... Do it faaast, when Cain touches it feels good and... lotsa bad stuff comes out... Mmm... Hehe."
"Alright, c'mere."
"Mhm... But your clothes are soaked again..."
"It's fine. Laundry'll fix it."
With Recovery Blessing easing the aphrodisiac a touch, her eyes cleared a bit, but she still felt bad about wetting me again.
"Haaa... Oh! C-Cain can just take 'em off!"
"Eh?"
"Th-that's iiiit..."
Her heat-driven instincts craving a man, Sia's cheeks flushed as she suggested it, eyes darting everywhere but me.
"Good call—I was sick of changing anyway."
"...Huh?"
"You got shy during massages and shaves, right? My bad for not noticing. If I strip too, it'll be less embarrassing for both of us?"
"Y-yeah! Heehee."
"Oho, Sia's smart."
"Ehehehe..."
"'Scuse me then."
Whoosh—
"......Gulp!"
Dehydrated and delirious before, juice and Recovery had sharpened her eyes a bit, but she wasn't fully lucid.
Her nipples poked out stiff from arousal, breaths ragged despite steadying.
Her gaze pierced my bare torso; she swallowed hard without realizing.
"Hm? Why stare like that? Something on me?"
"N-nooo... Heehee, Cain's all ripped?"
"Yup, ripped as hell."
Claude's got that hulking bulk, mine's the sculpted, fashion-model type from my past life—doesn't show much unless I strip.
Whoosh!
"Kyaaa... Mhm?"
I ditched the shorts too. She almost screamed, then stared at my tented underwear, cock throbbing and lifting the fabric.
"C-Cain? Wh-what's thaaat?"
"Hm? Dick."
"D-diiick?"
"Oh, you get 'pee-pee'?"
"Ah... Huh???"
We'd bathed naked together as kids, but question marks exploded on her face.
"P-pee-pee's weird!! Cain!!"
"It's dick, not pee-pee."
"D-different?"
"Not really. Keeping underwear on for now."
"D-doesn't it hurt?"
"Nah."
It ached from the prolonged erection, but I'd jerked one out in the shower before changing—no big pain.
"O-okayyy..."
"Lotion's right here too..."
Sploosh—
"Eek!"
Sia flinched as I climbed onto the bed.
"C'mere, snuggle up."
"Mmm..."
Squish—
Side-lying spoon again, her back to my chest, arms around her. Naked skin met mine everywhere but my underwear.
Lotion-slicked from earlier, only wiped the juice-splashed spots—no shower. Sticky, tacky flesh pressed to mine; even after one load, my dick sprang fully hard.
Poke—
Just boxers on, my raging hard-on prodded her perineum and ass crack. Her body quivered.
"Hiiik!"
"Gonna do inside again?"
"Yeah... Mhm, okay..."
She hadn't complained of itch since seeing my body—sensing something.
Getting tired of one-sided work anyway. Perfect.
Squelch-squish!!!