Chapter 495: Massage
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 495: Massage
“You're late, aren't you?”
Marseilla greeted me in much lighter attire than when we'd met in the garden.
No, it wasn't just 'light'.
The thin negligee, which was practically pajamas, did nothing to hide her violent breasts.
It looked like her nipples would pop out with the slightest movement.
An ordinary man would have been gulping and tense, but thanks to the experience I'd accumulated, I was able to regain my composure relatively quickly and control my gaze.
“My apologies. The conversation ran longer than expected...”
“Fufu, it was a joke. You don't need to apologize.”
Marseilla waved her hand with an innocent smile. Her chest, however, was anything but innocent.
I subtly shifted my gaze to the blonde maid standing behind Marseilla.
It was the same maid who had guided me to the garden and slipped a note into my pocket in the hallway.
Noticing my gaze, she gave me a brief nod. Looking at her again, her resemblance to Marseilla was uncanny.
“Belly is pretty, isn't she?”
Just as we were making eye contact, Marseilla gave a meaningful smile.
Thankfully, she didn't seem offended that I was paying attention to the maid right in front of her.
Quite the opposite, in fact.
In stark contrast to when she was scathingly criticizing the lord, she seemed strangely excited.
“She was the one who guided me to the garden, so my eyes were drawn to her unconsciously.”
“Hmm, for that to be the only reason, your gaze seemed to linger on Belly's chest for quite a while...”
“I won't deny it.”
At my unadorned answer, Marseilla covered her mouth with her palm and let out a small laugh. Her beautifully curved eyes were captivating.
She exuded the sultry aura of a married woman.
“You're too much. Ogling another woman right in front of me... sob...”
But that only lasted a moment. Marseilla covered her face with both hands and spoke in a tearful voice. Her tone was so blatantly theatrical that even a passing child could tell she was acting.
I inwardly swallowed a laugh at the sight.
“My apologies, Lady Marseilla.”
“...No, it's fine. How could I blame you, Sir Hyun-woo, for my own lack of feminine charm?”
“That couldn't be further from the truth.”
I shook my head and slowly approached her.
The gentle scent of lavender, as if she had just stepped out of a bath, brushed past my nose.
Kneeling on one knee before Marseilla, I carefully took her hand and pressed a kiss to its back.
“Would you please grant me a chance to ask for your forgiveness?”
“...If it truly weighs on your mind, would it be alright if I asked a small favor of you?”
“A favor?”
At that moment, a soft smile spread across Marseilla's lips.
As she moved, rubbing her own shoulders, her large breasts swayed from side to side. It was a blatant appeal, showing she wasn't wearing a bra.
“As you can see, my shoulders get stiff quite often. I sometimes ask Belly for a massage, but... her grip is a bit weak, so it's never quite satisfying.”
“I see.”
At her words, I inwardly burst into laughter and glanced at Belly.
She seemed quite skilled at concealing her aura, but she couldn't fool my eyes.
'She must be at least an intermediate Aura Expert.'
It was the first time I'd ever heard that a B-rank Hunter had a weak grip, but I decided to play along with her lie.
That was why I came here in the first place, after all.
“But as a married woman, I can't very well ask a strange man for a massage... so, Sir Hyun-woo, could you perhaps help me a little?”
“I am also a strange man, am I not?”
“Let's just overlook the minor details, shall we? Please?”
Marseilla struck a pose that emphasized her chest and looked up at me with pleading eyes.
The coquetry of a married woman in her thirties had the effect of softening a man's heart.
“Then, if you'll excuse me.”
I moved behind Marseilla.
Naturally finding myself standing next to Belly, I met her eyes once more before gently stroking Marseilla's shoulders.
As befitting the lord's legal wife, her skin was clearly well-cared-for; its texture was extraordinary.
To exaggerate just a little, it was like silk woven with the utmost care, thread by thread, by a master artisan.
“...I noticed this earlier, but your hands are quite large, Sir Hyun-woo. And they're not cold like mine.”
“I've heard that people with cold hands and feet usually have warm hearts. To my eyes, Lady Marseilla, you seem to be one of them.”
“Fufu, really?”
Along with the lip service, I began to massage Marseilla's shoulders in earnest.
Of course, I caressed her shoulders so overtly that it could be considered more of a caress than a massage.
At the same time, I drew up my Vajra Qi, concentrating Yang energy into my palms. The effect would be incomparably better than a hot compress at a massage parlor.
“Hah... It's getting a little hot...”
Before long, Marseilla was sweating and fanning the front of her negligee. Her nipples were just on the verge of being exposed.
“Shall I open a window?”
“It's fine. In fact, my stiff shoulder muscles feel softer than usual. Is this perhaps one of your skills, Sir Hyun-woo?”
“Something like that. I apologize for using a skill without asking for your permission first.”
“Fufu, you're different from other Players, Sir Hyun-woo.”
“In what way?”
“Hmm... The fact that you're handsome, and a gentleman on top of that? Other Players are polite in front of me, but you can't miss their looks of displeasure. And among them, there were often those who stared at me with lecherous eyes.”
Marseilla added that most of them were still locked up in the dungeon.
I chuckled softly at her words.
“Well, I don't think I'm all that different from them. I am, after all, at a hot-blooded age. Of course, even an old man on his deathbed would regain his vitality before your beauty, Lady Marseilla.”
“Fufu, it feels good to hear, even if I know it's flattery. By the way, it seems you're gravely mistaken about something, Sir Hyun-woo.”
“Oh?”
“You said you're not that different from them, didn't you? Not at all. There's a very big difference between them and you.”
Marseilla wore a playful smile.
“You're handsome, Sir Hyun-woo. An Easterner, is that what you're called? To be honest, I didn't think you were my type... but you're an exception. No, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say you've had a profound influence on changing my ideal type.”
“It is an honor for my family.”
“Oh? You're a noble?”
“A quasi-noble, for now.”
In the future, when I marry Iris, Amelia, and Elisabeth, I would become royalty in three kingdoms, but for now, I was merely a quasi-noble.
“Before I resume the massage, would it be alright if I used another skill?”
“As long as it doesn't hurt, it's fine.”
“How could it? In fact, you'll probably find it quite pleasant.”
Though it'll be pleasant in a slightly different way.
Tiring—
[Activating the 'Sex Expert' skill.]
[Sexual Intercourse Bonus +20%]
“Hngh?!”
The moment I used the skill, Marseilla's body flinched violently.
“Lady Marseilla?”
“I-I'm fine... I was just a little startled.”
Belly, who was watching from the side, gave her a worried look, but Marseilla just waved her hand as if nothing was wrong.
“Then, I shall continue.”
“W-wait just a moment, please.”
Ssk—
Marseilla took a deep breath, then slipped both shoulder straps down.
Then, she supported the undersides of her breasts with her arms to keep the negligee from falling. I found myself slightly flustered by the pose, which naturally accentuated her chest.
“...I thought the shoulder straps might get in the way of the massage.”
Seeing Marseilla blushing all the way to her earlobes, I forced myself to calm the twitching corners of my lips.
And then I slowly began to knead her shoulders, as if enveloping them completely.
Squeeze, squeeze—
“Hngh, ughn...♡”
Every time I squeezed, Marseilla's body would twitch and tremble as she let out heated breaths.
It was a natural reaction.
I was using acupressure to loosen her tense muscles while simultaneously stimulating her erogenous zones, turning the relief from the massage into sexual pleasure.
Before long, my palms began to feel damp.
Drenched in sweat, Marseilla twisted her legs and moaned, and Belly, watching from the side, swallowed dryly.
At some point, my fingertips were no longer on her shoulders but were caressing the top of her breasts.
But no one pointed it out.
“You're very tense.”
“Well, my breasts are rather heavy... Nngh...♡”
“Hmm... Lady Marseilla, have you ever heard of Cooper's ligaments?”
“Cooper's ligaments...?”
“You can think of them as a kind of support structure that holds up the breasts and gives them their shape. They're distributed throughout the entire breast, supporting the breast tissue. However, the larger a person's breasts are, the greater the strain on the Cooper's ligaments.”
“Th-then, me too...?”
“I can't say that's not the case.”
That was a lie.
On Earth, the only people who had to worry about their breasts sagging from weakened Cooper's ligaments were those in the lower class.
It was a problem that could be easily solved with a few beauty-specialized potions, so it was obvious that Marseilla, who received regular care, would naturally be undergoing treatment for it as well.
“Fortunately, I learned how to massage Cooper's ligaments back in my hometown. Would it be alright if I performed it for you, Lady Marseilla?”
“Ah...! Of course.”
Marseilla accepted readily with a bright smile.
However, I didn't for a second think she was oblivious to my intentions.
On the contrary, she must have accepted while knowing full well.
“Miss Belly?”
“Yes?”
“This massage is most effective when received periodically. So, how about you watch from the side and learn the technique, Miss Belly? It's not particularly difficult.”
“...If it will help Lady Marseilla, then I humbly ask for your instruction.”
Seeing Belly's strange enthusiasm, I felt a tiny pang of guilt.
Even if she learns it diligently, it's not like she'll have anywhere to use it.
“Excuse me.”
“Ngh...!”
Squish—
I slowly reached out and cupped her milky-white breast.
A sensation that was more incredibly soft than firm filled my palm. At the same time, the sight of her flesh squeezing between my fingers was visually stimulating.
I'd heard she had given birth to twins, but her nipples weren't brown, but a light pink.
They were even inverted nipples.
'I've almost never seen inverted ones before...'
Gulp.
I couldn't help but swallow dryly.
“...They're unsightly, aren't they?”
“Pardon?”
“I know my breasts are different from other women's. They've been this way since I was young. To be honest, I sometimes wonder if this is why my husband strays...”
“No.”
I cut Marseilla off.
“Your breasts are by no means unsightly, Lady Marseilla. Don't put yourself down just to make excuses for the lord's womanizing.”
“B-but...”
“I will now personally show you just how charming your breasts are.”
“...Huh? What do you mean by that...”
They say seeing is believing.
I said no more and, using my entire palm, began the massage, gently stroking her breast in a circular motion from bottom to top, and from the outside in.
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