Chapter 98
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 98
Chapter Title: Cecil's Intimate Massage
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"What? Wow..."
Cecil gasped in admiration at the room's interior the moment she stepped inside.
She seemed impressed by the transformation of my room, which must have once resembled hers.
Among everything, the perfume I'd bought caught her eye the most.
"Hey! This costs 3 gold per bottle..."
She alternated surprised glances between me and the perfume.
I'd picked it without much thought on price, just going for the best scent, but apparently it was a pretty famous brand.
Seeing her cradle the bottle preciously in both hands, I smiled and said,
"I'll give it to you after the massage."
"R-Really?"
I nodded to Cecil, who widened her eyes and double-checked.
It wasn't anything pricey for me anyway.
And it wasn't hard to get more.
Then she eyed me suspiciously.
"...You don't happen to like me, do you?"
"..."
I couldn't help but snicker at that.
Overreacting over a single bottle of perfume.
Well, no.
In a world where a knight's annual salary hovered between 10 and 20 gold, casually offering a 3-gold perfume might spark that idea.
Come to think of it, that made it pricier than a month's pay.
I waved it off, insisting I wasn't like that, but she added skeptically with a distrustful look,
"We're friends, got it? My type?"
I had no idea.
But there was a way to find out.
I gazed at Cecil and appraised her Fetish.
Prince on a white horse, Duke, Ambition for success
Hm.
It was the fetish of a woman dreaming of a life-changing marriage.
No wonder—most men couldn't even approach that ideal type.
And it was one that'd stay forever out of reach.
"Don't worry, you said you were beat today, so I just wanted to help you unwind."
"...Hearing you say it like that pisses me off for some reason."
My insistence that I had zero such intentions furrowed her brows again.
Women's hearts were the trickiest thing of all.
Before starting the massage, I told her there was some prep to do.
"Prep?"
She gave me a puzzled look.
The prep was simple.
Hang the armor on the rack in the corner, wipe down with a wet towel,
then wrap up in the big prepared towel. Done.
But accepting it? Not so easy.
"T-Take off my clothes? Not even a single thread?"
"...Nah, underwear's fine."
Deep down, I wanted her to ditch the underwear too, but that'd scream suspicion, so I held back.
Cecil pondered for a bit, sighed, then slipped behind the room's screen.
Clunk.
The armor hit the floor with a heavy thud.
Then came the soft rustle of skin on fabric.
I used the sounds as background noise and got busy.
Sprinkled a bit of perfume on the bed and some in the air.
A subtle floral scent soon wafted through the room.
Then I prepped the body oil.
Come to think of it, this stuff wasn't cheap either.
The merchant swore even ducal ladies used it for skincare.
True or sales pitch? Who knew.
"Th-This good?"
Cecil emerged hesitantly, towel-wrapped.
That sight flustered me.
"...Underwear?"
Look as I might, nothing but bare skin under that towel.
No underwear traces anywhere.
"Intense dungeon fights..."
Guess it couldn't handle the rough action and bit the dust.
Her voluptuous form under the towel made it believable.
I guided her to the bed.
Cecil inhaled the bed's scent with a pleased look and slowly lay face-down.
"This scent, huh..."
Forgotten suspicions and all, she buried her face in the pillow.
Perfect.
"Alright, easing in slow."
I oiled my hands, rubbed to warm it up gradually.
Cold oil straight on? No thanks.
Right temp hit, I gently caressed her exposed nape.
A spot that knots up fast under stress.
Loosening it first often melted away tension too.
Not modern-desk-job levels, but her neck was seriously tight.
Knight duties must be brutal.
I infused a touch of Internal Energy, easing deep inside carefully.
Same technique that felt great on myself—it'd work for her.
Tension drained from her body as predicted.
"Mmm... You're good..."
She drawled it out, sounding blissful.
Emboldened, I dug into her shoulders next.
Soft skin, but muscles tough as hell from training.
That's why my massage hit her so right.
"Huu... Nice..."
No stopping there—I thumbed up her wing bones, drawing a deflating sigh from her.
The kind that shreds a guy's self-control.
I steadied with my own exhale.
Massage rolled on.
Shoulders to arms, arms to back, back to waist.
Each pass softened her guard and body alike.
Then hands settled on her ass.
"...Eut..."
She peeked back startled, but I kept a calm face, kneading her glutes silently.
Hip joints, pelvis.
Loosening those, with teasing brushes now and then.
She'd muttered before, but now her lips clamped shut.
Lower still to thighs—she whispered,
"Um... You do the whole thing normally, right?"
"Yeah, feel the relief?"
"...Relieving... but kinda hot too..."
My reply sent her face fully into the pillow.
Not just the perfume.
I slipped a hand between her legs slyly; she clamped thighs shut, blocking further entry.
My hand ignored it, burrowing into inner thigh meat, massage unbroken.
Gently circled and loosened the groin insides.
Deep presses into lower belly too.
"..."
Muffled in pillow, but flushed ears screamed arousal.
I murmured softly,
"Turn over now."
"Huh? N-No! Not yet..."
"Quick."
Urged, she hesitated then flipped, hands over face.
Now I got the hesitation.
"..."
Her heated body had changed.
Sweat-damp towel turning sheer, nipples poking clear through.
She knew—lips bitten hard, face still hidden.
Embarrassment leaked through her fingers.
"Continuing."
No words, just massage on.
Bolder now.
Spread legs wide, kneaded full thighs, stroking up occasionally so fingers grazed her precious spot.
Tremble.
Electrocuted shivers wracked her hips each time.
To the point lewd pussy juices dripped.
Targeting thighs and belly relentlessly, her peaks deepened, stretched longer.
Internal Energy stimulating her insides everywhere ramped the excitement.
Final firm press over her womb—she climaxed.
Knight's willpower?
Held moans even then, body quaking only.
"...Cecil."
"...Mmm?"
Dazed from afterglow, her voice came out blanker than usual.
"Want this spot too?"
Hand drifted slow to her pussy mound.
Hip twitched.
Just resting there—massage-heated body betrayed her.
"Don't be shy, it's standard."
"...Oh..."
Reassured, she spread her legs.
Her courage given, my move.
Hand down, stroking pussy up and down slow—Cecil's breaths roughened.
Few light passes, and slutty juices flowed nonstop.
Waist bucking wild, gripping my arm tight over and over.
"Th-This feels... weird..."
Pleading eyes for help in new pleasure waves, but I upped the intensity.
Two fingers plunged inside now.
Sensitive pussy clenched them fierce.
Rubbed the clinging walls teasingly—moans finally spilled.
"Kkuhk... Ahht..."
Twisting body expelled them; towel slipped, side exposed—but she couldn't care.
"You good?"
"Mmm..."
Slow nod to my ask.
Then her plea.
"Keep... going..."