Chapter 496: Massage (2)
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 496: Massage (2)
“Hnngh, ngh, hng...♡”
Marseilla, who was now sitting on my lap, squirmed and shuddered, rubbing her legs together every time I squeezed the handfuls of her breasts.
They weren't just soft like marshmallows.
An irreplaceable softness filled my palms.
Her flushed red face and half-lidded eyes were more than enough to stir a man's lust, and my fully swollen dick pressed insistently against her ass.
We were long past the point where this could be called a massage, but Marseilla simply leaned against me, letting out heated breaths.
Squeeze, squeeze—
“Ah, ngh, ungh... Sir Hyun-woo...♡”
Pretending to support herself, Marseilla placed a hand on my thigh and began to blatantly stroke its inner side.
At the same time, she glanced back at me, her gaze burning with heat.
“You're very tense.”
Despite the atmosphere that suggested we should be heading straight for the bed, I replied nonchalantly.
Squeeze—!
“You must have been under a lot of stress.”
“Ye-yes...!♡”
“Don't worry. I'll loosen everything up for you.”
I plan on loosening up something else while I'm at it.
Enjoying the heavy weight and soft texture of her breasts, I gently rubbed the area around her nipples with my fingertips.
“Eek?!!♡ S-Sir Hyun-woo, there...!!”
“This area is full of nerve endings, so it's very effective for a massage.”
Wrapping my actions in a plausible excuse, I dug my fingers in as if to excavate her shy, inverted nipples.
[Sexual Intercourse Bonus +20% → 40%]
“?!!!♡”
The moment I did, Marseilla's back arched like a bow.
A satisfying reaction.
I glanced over at Belly. Her eyes, watching from the side, were trembling slightly.
She seemed quite flustered by the sight of her mistress breaking down in pleasure in another man's arms.
'And this is just the beginning.'
“Then I'll continue.”
“?!! N-not now—”
Pluck—
“—?!!!♡”
I gently rubbed the shyly hidden nipple and pulled it out in one go.
A nipple, a shade darker than her areola, revealed itself. It was plump and swollen, looking like it was begging to be taken into a mouth and sucked on.
At the same time, her lap and crotch grew damp.
It seemed she'd come just from me forcing her nipple out.
“Lady Marseilla...”
Gulp...
Belly swallowed dryly, staring at Marseilla as if possessed.
“B-Belly... don't look...♡”
Suddenly feeling shy, Marseilla, who had been half-collapsed against me, covered her face with her hands.
I slowly stroked her thigh and whispered in her ear.
“We're not done yet.”
“...!!”
Her eyes widened in an instant. It was an unbelievably cute reaction for a married woman in her thirties.
Swallowing a laugh, I slid one hand between her thighs while pinching her fully swollen nipple with the other.
“Hnnghk?!!!♡”
“I'll start drawing out the toxins now.”
“I-Is that okay...?!!♡”
Squish, squelch♡
Ignoring her words, I pushed her panties aside and rubbed her vulva, which was already soaked with love juice.
Thanks to her having come once already, her pussy was soft and relaxed, and I immediately pushed my fingers inside.
Schlick, schlick—!
“Hhp, hngh, ungh...!!♡”
Ever the chaste noblewoman, Marseilla seemed embarrassed to have come at such an unexpected moment and covered her mouth with both hands to stifle her moans.
But that wasn't nearly enough to block all the sounds leaking out.
As Belly watched with fascinated eyes, I continued to finger the married woman's pussy. At the same time, I pinched, twisted, and rubbed her nipple.
“Lady Marseilla. You don't have to hold back. This is just part of the process of drawing out the toxins.”
“Hnngh...!!♡”
It seemed my words weren't reaching her.
I pinched her nipple hard, as if milking a cow.
Sploosh, squirt, spuuurt—!!
At that moment, the vaginal walls I was gently rubbing with my fingertips convulsed, and Marseilla gushed her juices as she reached her climax.
With her hips trembling violently and her moans bordering on screams, Marseilla was submerged in a wave of pleasure, unable to escape.
I pulled her into my arms and gestured for Belly.
Of course, Belly had no reason to obey me, as I wasn't her master, but she still approached me meekly.
“Miss Belly, your shoulders look quite tense as well. May I help you?”
“...”
It was blatant sexual harassment, but Belly showed no sign of anger, simply looking back and forth between me and Marseilla.
Twitch, twitch...♡
“Hng, hnnk, ngh...♡”
Marseilla was lost in the afterglow of her orgasm, her body trembling faintly. The moans escaping her lips were an added bonus.
Watching this, Belly seemed to hesitate for a moment before slowly starting to undo her buttons.
Rustle—
Soon, her large breasts, encased in underwear, were revealed. It was an ornate, lacy brassiere.
Click—
Belly undid the hook and skillfully slipped off just the bra.
In that instant, a pair of massive breasts, in no way inferior to Marseilla's, sprang free.
I'd thought they were big when I first saw her, but now I realized the bra had been acting as a sort of restraint.
They were at least a cup size larger.
Moreover, because her breasts were so large, the inside of her underwear was damp with sweat stains.
The moment I saw it, I was overcome with the urge to bury my face in her underwear right then and there. I had to use superhuman patience to barely suppress the desire.
'...Not inverted, I see.'
The fleeting thought of disappointment passed, and I gave a friendly smile as I grabbed Belly's breasts.
Squish—
“Hng...!”
They were soft and springy.
I could guarantee that 'a perfect handful' was the most fitting description.
Plop.
I pulled Belly down, sat her next to me, and wrapped an arm around her shoulders as I groped her breasts.
Anyone could see this wasn't a massage.
And yet, far from resisting, Belly actually leaned forward to make it easier for me to touch her.
Moved by her proactive attitude, I cupped a large breast in one hand and diligently teased her faintly reddish nipple.
“Haah, ah, aah...!♡ Sir Hyun-woo...♡”
“Hehe, Belly, even your moans are cute, aren't they?”
Having come to her senses, Marseilla looked at Belly with a small smile, then sat up to face me.
She wrapped her arms lightly around my neck, a seductive smile on her face as she slowly closed the distance.
My vision gradually filled with her soft-looking lips.
Mwah, slurp, mwah, schlick...♡
Our tongues and saliva mixed.
With them came hot breaths, body heat, and the soft scent of her skin.
But despite her forwardness, she was somewhat clumsy. You could have mistaken her for a college student in her first relationship, not a married woman.
Thanks to that, I grew even more excited.
With one hand, I grabbed Marseilla's ass, which was as large as her breasts, and with the other, I slipped under Belly's skirt to finger her pussy.
Squish, squelch!!♡
“Hng, hnn, ngh, ungh...♡ Sir Hyun-woo, Sir Hyun-woo...!♡”
Mwah, slurp, schlick...♡
Spuuurt—!!
Under my rough fingering, it didn't take long for Belly to prove what a weak little pussy she had. Meanwhile, Marseilla, growing more impatient, began to grope the bulge in the front of my pants.
Ziiiip—
After clumsily pulling down the zipper, she slipped her delicate, jade-like fingers inside and managed to pull out just my dick. The corners of her eyes curved beautifully.
It was a clear sign of how much sexual frustration had built up in Marseilla, thanks to a husband who was constantly out and about.
“Mwah, slurp... Mmph?”
Marseilla, who had been stroking my dick while kissing me passionately, suddenly pulled back slowly, a question mark on her face.
Then she looked back and forth between me and my dick.
“...Huh?”
Soon, her eyes began to tremble faintly, her expression one of utter disbelief.
“What's wrong?”
“N-no... it's just... huh...?”
Her bewilderment was plain for anyone to see.
Unlike before, Marseilla reached out cautiously and took hold of my dick.
“Whoa...”
Her eyes sparkled with curiosity, like a treasure hunter who had just discovered a prize.
Then, her long, white fingers began to slowly stroke my dick up and down.
Marseilla couldn't take her eyes off it for a second.
“How is it? Is it bigger than the Lord's?”
“...It's not even comparable. My husband's is only about the size of my index finger.”
If that was true, it was safe to say mine was at least twice the size.
No, considering the girth, the shock must have been even greater for her.
“So, are you satisfied with just touching it like this?”
“...”
Gulp...
With the sound of a dry swallow, Marseilla blushed and slowly shook her head.
Satisfied with her answer, I lifted her into my arms, stood up, and headed straight for the bed.
I gently laid her down on the canopy bed, which looked big enough for ten people, and then gestured to Belly.
Still not free from the afterglow of her orgasm, Belly walked over slowly, her legs trembling like a newborn giraffe's.
Thump—
In the end, she collapsed half into my arms, and I caught her, naturally grabbing her breasts in the process.
“Miss Belly, it seems Lady Marseilla is a little frightened. Why don't you stay by her side and help her?”
“Th-that's not true...”
I wonder.
She said that, but a faint flicker of anxiety passed through her eyes, as if she was indeed a bit scared by its unusual size.
“Lady Marseilla...”
“B-Belly...”
Belly approached Marseilla, gently intertwined their fingers, and gave her a look like a female in heat.
A strange atmosphere flowed between them, one that was hard to describe as a normal master-servant relationship.
Just as I was starting to feel a little left out, I rubbed the head of my dick against Marseilla's pussy, which was soaked with her juices.
Squelch, squish♡
“Hng, ngh, ungh...♡”
“Lady Marseilla... Mwah, slurp...♡”
The two pressed their lips together, their tongues tangling like lovers.
I'd thought they were close, but now I saw that Belly must have been Marseilla's lover.
It wasn't particularly surprising.
'There are a surprising number of lesbians among the nobility. Men can go see prostitutes whenever they want, but women can't.'
Press—
Enjoying the sight of the two beauties kissing passionately, I slowly pushed my hips forward.
My rock-hard dick dug into Marseilla's pussy.
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