Chapter 120
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 120
Chapter Title: Birthday Present (1)
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Last time I gave her a massage was... almost a few weeks ago, right?
Originally, we'd been doing massages every week to treat Alensia's condition, but after she last forced her mana using potions and blessings, we held off for a while to let her body stabilize. So it felt like quite a long time.
"........."
And now, to Gloria in this outfit!
"Uh... that outfit?"
"It's the same as what Sia wore, right? I happened to have the same one... I thought this was what you're supposed to wear for it?"
She already owned it? Alensia had one too, so do all women in this world just have something like that in their wardrobe as a basic?
While Ian was shocked by Gloria's attire, Gloria herself felt pretty embarrassed too.
'My... breasts...'
Honestly, she'd been curious about Ian's 'massage' ever since hearing about it, so asking for one was fine. But she didn't have anything suitable to wear during it. Most of her clothes were priestess robes, of course, and the few casual ones were all for going out.
As she pondered wearing pajamas, she spotted that skin-tight sex outfit—the exact same as Sia's—that she'd used to seduce her husband back in the day.
Why do women always feel compelled to try on old outfits that bring back memories? Buoyed by gratitude toward Clara and Ian for celebrating her birthday, plus a lingering buzz from the wine, Gloria impulsively slipped into it for the first time in nearly ten years.
'Ugh... did I gain weight?'
Unlike before, when it had gone on easily, this time it clung even tighter, feeling downright uncomfortable—like it just didn't fit anymore.
Of course, the real reason was those two assets that had grown much larger after giving birth to her daughter...
The fact that she couldn't fit into an old outfit stung Gloria's pride. Forcing it with all her might, she stripped off her undergarments and barely managed to squeeze it on.
'There...! See? I'm not dead yet!'
The chest area looked ready to burst at the seams, but she'd somehow succeeded. Gloria flashed a triumphant smile, then snapped back to reality, feeling a rush of shame as she tried to take it off.
-Rip...
'Whoa, no!'
Maybe because she'd forced it on, now forcing it off threatened to tear it. She could take her time and remove it without damage, but not quickly.
'...It'll be fine, right? Ian doesn't seem the type to have impure thoughts about women... He didn't react to Sia's body... He won't get worked up over a saggy old lady like me.'
Feeling bad about keeping Ian waiting longer, she swallowed her embarrassment and headed to him still wearing it.
'Oh, and grab this incense too.'
She also picked up the incense Ian had gifted her, thinking it'd be nice to light during the massage.
With the incense I'd brought as a gift lit in the corner of the room, I gazed at Gloria lying on the bed, and distracting thoughts kept bubbling up.
This was different from massaging Alensia. Because of that elf's hyper senses or whatever, I'd always cast Sensory Block on myself for her, so I couldn't see or feel anything with my hands—just let the skill take over, and it was done.
'Should I just cast Sensory Block now too?'
Tempted by the weird ideas creeping in, I considered it but decided against.
Missing out on the sights and feel every time with Alensia because of that elf sense thing had been such a shame. And here I was, a guy honest about his lust, thinking like some prude?
"Alright... let's begin."
My mind was racing, but after so many massages, my body moved on autopilot. I smoothly pulled out massage oil and sheets from my inventory, prepping like a pro.
Meanwhile, Gloria lit the incense, lay down on the bed with flushed cheeks, and those explosive breasts kept drawing my eyes.
I shook off the thoughts rising in my head and started the massage from her toes, gradually applying pressure as I worked upward.
"Mm..."
Gloria's skilled hands from the toes brought relief to fatigue and subtle muscle aches that even divine power couldn't fully fix. She let out a pleased moan.
Toes... heel... ankle... calf...
Feeling Ian's hands climb slowly, when they reached her thighs, Gloria felt a twinge of embarrassment.
'The... texture...'
She suddenly remembered what she was wearing. An expensive outfit back then, designed to transmit sensations from over the fabric straight to the skin.
His hot body heat and the slightly rough texture of Ian's hands against her skin came through vividly. And it hit her anew: the one touching her was a man.
'Wow... is this really the skin of a married woman who's given birth?'
And I, touching Gloria without Sensory Block, was newly amazed.
Her skin was softer and more elastic than I'd imagined—way beyond expectations. Normally, after childbirth, a woman's skin sags unavoidably, prone to all sorts of issues... but Gloria's body showed none of that.
Taut, snow-white skin that could stand toe-to-toe with her 9-year-old daughter Clara's. And I was massaging over her clothes—tight as they were, that smooth texture transmitted perfectly to my fingertips.
Savoring the feel, other desires naturally stirred.
'Could I... touch her breasts?'
From our first meeting, I'd thought Gloria's bursting chest was impressive. And every time I massaged her legs, she'd twist with pleased breaths, making those proud hills jiggle explosively.
When Gloria had observed Alensia's massage, I couldn't feel it under Sensory Block, but I'd massaged Alensia's breasts that day. Gloria had seen it herself, so if I touched hers now, she'd probably accept it as part of the massage?
'Hmm...'
A brief hesitation. But short-lived. If I overthought everything, I never would've triggered Lust Absorption before.
'Better to ask forgiveness than permission, right?'
No excuses needed—truly, per Heavenly Touch, massaging Gloria's breasts would be most effective.
With that self-justification, as I was working her shoulders, I subtly slid my hands downward.
-Jiggle♥
'...!!'
'...!!'
Ian and Gloria were startled, each for different reasons.
Gloria panicked at the sudden thrilling sensation in her breasts while off-guard. Ian was stunned by the beyond-imagined volume and softness under his hands.
'.........'
'...No rejection?'
Gloria debated pulling his hands away but held back. Recalling Ian's demeanor with Sia, she trusted it wasn't lust-driven.
And because his touch on her legs and shoulders felt better than expected.
'Hah... mm...'
Suppressing an involuntary moan, Gloria distracted herself to stifle it. The buzz from her body, the scent making her head fuzzy and mood elevate...
Especially this aroma lifting her spirits bit by...
'Nice.'
Feeling no rejection, I calmed my excitement and moved my hands slowly.
Even spreading my hands wide, they couldn't contain her massive breasts—they jiggled with every motion. Pressing in, my fingers sank deep, only for the springy flesh to push back.
'Holy shit.'
Top-tier size among all the women's breasts I'd touched, I fondled Gloria's like a baby at the teat.
Did young Clara suckle from these? Lucky... huh?
-Drip♥
'...?'
Lost in groping, a wet sensation hit my hands. Too much for sweat, and the instant it touched, my Cooking-honed nose caught faint milk and sweet scents.
'Breast milk?'
-Jiggle♥... drip♥
The thought struck; pressing harder, the fabric over Gloria's prominent nipples soaked through. Soon, pale yellow liquid seeped past the thin material.
Am I hallucinating? Stunned momentarily, I checked Gloria's reaction—but she showed none.
'Asleep?'
She'd seemed off since the wine, voice slurry during the massage. Must've dozed off.
Falling asleep while a man gropes you... talk about...
'The perfect opportunity.'
Guilty twinge aside, any man resisting this sight doesn't deserve saint status.
Unable to resist, I brought my mouth to the droplet-tipped peak, instinct guiding me.
-Suck♥
'...!!!'
A faint milky scent tickled my tongue—fishier than milk, yet with a subtle sweetness absent in it—flowing down my throat.
-Gulp...
Once it started, Gloria's outfit soaked further, milk flowing steadily. Watching made my cock stiffen involuntarily.
'No. What am I thinking?'
Tempted to act on the urge, but real stimulation would wake her. So hold back, let her sleep, and leave...
"Mm... Clara?"
'Damn.'
She mumbled in sleep; I yanked my hands away and backed off. But Gloria acted unexpectedly.
"Mm... hungry? Come..."
"?!?!"
Fumbling frustratedly at her constricted chest, she loosened the outfit. The strained fabric tore partially, baring her breasts fully.
-Bounce♥
Her luscious breasts spilled free, yellow milk trickling down.
"Come... eat, mama?"
Hearing her sleepy baby-call, I turned back, drawn like a moth to flame, approaching Gloria.
"Goo goo."