Chapter 133
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 133
Chapter Title: Resuming Treatment
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Staying in the Rogue Guild any longer would just mean Scarlett kept eyeing my blood, so I hurried through the tour and headed outside.
I'd only meant to check out the guild, but I ended up with a familiar out of nowhere. Not that it's a bad thing.
I mulled over some ways to make use of the familiar as I made my way back to the mansion. Alensia, who'd said she was swamped, was already home.
"You're back at the mansion? I thought you'd be busy for a while."
"I don't know the reason myself. They stationed advanced adventurers on each floor in case something like the 20th-floor incident happened again... I didn't expect it to wrap up this quickly..."
Apparently, Alensia had been one of those advanced adventurers I'd seen stationed on the floors while coming and going from the Labyrinth. She'd stayed around the 11th floor since her mana circuit was acting up.
She let out a sigh, looking a bit uneasy, and took off her armor. As Alensia shed her armor, the beautiful curves hidden beneath slowly came into view.
A body I'd touched often during previous massages, but hadn't felt in weeks.
"Come to think of it, Ian. Gloria told me something."
"...Cough. Hack. Gloria did?"
...What did Gloria say? Did she remember that night? And tell Alensia about it?
What should I say? Should I grovel and apologize first?
"She said my condition has improved a lot. We can resume the treatments."
".....Ah, yes."
Oh. That.
After forcibly drawing out her mana during her spar with the Sword Saint last time, Alensia had refused my massage treatments to avoid complications during recovery. Looks like her body's fully healed now.
...Wait. Does that mean?
"You bringing that up means?"
"Well.....Ahem. Ian. Could we, uh, resume the treatment today?"
".....Of course."
It's been so long.
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To learn more about the elves' ability to sense malice, I'd once asked an elf working at a brothel.
"Elves sense malice directed at them, right? And they even detect lust as malice—how do you work at a brothel?"
"Oh, that?"
The elf entertaining me at the time... over 100 years old, she said. She looked just as beautiful to me, but people didn't visit much since she was an "old hag" past 100. I'd asked while holding her.
"I can feel it right now."
"....Isn't that a problem?"
"Huh? Why? It's not malice—it's lust. Knowing a man feels desire for me actually makes me happy."
She'd sensed the lust I was radiating back then. So I'd activated my skill to hide it from her.
Sensory Block
[Blocks target's sensory perception]
"...What the—bro? Already done?....Huh? Your dick's still fine?"
That's when I'd tested if I could block the elves' "malice-sensing" ability. The result? Sensory Block worked on it too. Of course it did— it even blocked things like intuition.
Once I realized that, I'd been waiting for the day I could massage Alensia again.
"Sorry to keep you waiting."
I waited for her in the usual treatment room. Alensia soon entered wearing her signature skin-tight outfit.
Having worn it a few times before, she seemed less embarrassed than at first.
Did Alensia know? That Gloria had worn the same outfit... and gotten devoured by me.
Alensia lay on the bed, waiting for the massage. If I did it like always, I'd cast Sensory Block on myself and hope no lust stirred.
But not today.
Sensory Block!
[Target: Alensia | Elves' unique senses blocked]
I activated the skill. Unlike usual, the target wasn't me—it was Alensia. I focused on blocking her elf-specific senses.
'Ngh?'
Just like with Gloria, my mana drained out wildly. Even more than yesterday with Lena.
But...
'Perfect. It worked!'
The important part was that it took hold. Seeing it work on Gloria before proved that at level 6, Sensory Block could affect even defenseless advanced adventurers.
In real combat, it'd be different... but for now, it worked.
"Hoo..."
I oiled my hands and placed them on Alensia's body.
How much had I longed for this? Touching this exquisitely trained, beautiful body directly, yet forced to blindfold myself and numb my hands because of the elves' damn lust-sensing ability—turning into a mere massage machine.
No more of that.
-Purr~♥
'Ooooh....'
Unlike before, I could feel the vivid texture of her skin through my fingertips. Was it because she's an elf? A fresh grassy scent wafted gently to my nose, and her skin bounced elastically with every movement of my hands.
I kept moving my hands. The massage oil coated her body, making the already clingy outfit soak it up and turn translucent, exposing her defenseless skin.
As the fabric clung tighter, proving she wore no underwear, her key areas peeked through teasingly. My unchecked dick sprang right up.
Di...did it really work?
"Alensia. How does it feel?"
"Hm?"
She looked a bit flustered at my question. We'd always focused on suppressing lust during massages, so we never talked midway through.
"The feeling... it's pretty good. Beyond the mana circuit healing, my muscles are loosening, tension easing..."
She shared her honest impressions without suspicion. While she spoke, I slid my hands from her thighs upward, to her chest where a hint of pink showed through, and squeezed firmly.
"Feels go... Nngh!"
Timing it with her exhale, I kneaded her breast, breaking her breath into a small moan.
This. This sensation. How much had I regretted touching her chest during massages but feeling nothing myself?
I kneaded her breasts freely with both hands to make up for it.
Through my palms, the rich fullness unblocked by thin fabric and the prominent nipples transmitted perfectly.
"......H-Huh, today's massage feels different from before."
"Ah, my skill leveled up."
"That's good th... Nngh!"
She questioned the unfamiliar touch, but I deflected smoothly. It was true, after all. It satisfied my lust a bit, but the treatment should be even better now.
Anyway, great. She hasn't sensed my lust. No suspicion at all—just accepting it since I touched her chest during normal massages too.
A slight pang of conscience... but consider my side. Constantly groping a top-tier body like this, holding back like some monk...
'Hm.....'
This is satisfying enough. Seeing sights I never could, feeling textures I missed—pure fulfillment.
"........."
I glanced at Alensia. To hide the Massage skill? The awkward angle and curtain over her neck meant she couldn't see my hands.
'Hm.....'
This could work. But still... ah, whatever. When have I ever held back lust? Honestly, I always think it's risky, but I never can.
...Just a little. Just a bit..
-Ssslk...
I moved from her chest downward where she couldn't see, to her feet. This lined up straight with her, the curtain hiding my body fully.
I pulled my pants down slightly. My dick bounced out, and I pressed it to her foot.
-Shh. Ssshh.
Footjob. Stimulating with feet.
I didn't have a foot fetish, but it was a position I'd wanted to try once.
As I pressed against her foot, Alensia noticed something touching it and wiggled her toes slightly. Her much smaller toes tapped my glans lightly with a soft pat-pat.
I rocked my hips a bit, rubbing my dick against her sole. She might sense something off, but I'd chalk it up to the skill level-up changing the method.
The slightly rough heel scraped my shaft. As I slid along the arch of her foot, the softer skin tickled it unlike the heel.
Massage oil from her footjob stuck gooily to my dick, wrapping around it. I tilted her foot, slipping my dick between her toes, and rubbed.
The dainty toe joints grazed my glans, and as she wiggled from the tickle, her toes pinched it lightly.
-Ssslk.
I gathered her feet with both hands. Sandwiching my dick between like a hotdog, I moved her feet instead to stimulate me.
"Uh... Ian? What's that?"
"Massage aid tool. Alensia, could you tense your feet a bit?"
"?"
A bit puzzled but trusting my instructions for the massage, she tensed her feet. Perfect pressure applied to my sandwiched dick.
As I moved, her toes brushed my glans, the subtle toe ridges feeling bumpy.
'Ngh.'
-Splurt! ♥
Planning something quick, I didn't resist the light urge and ejaculated. Sticky white fluid wrapped her toes.
She wiggled them, the semen stretching stringily between.
"Hoo..."
One release felt refreshing. I wanted another, but... the night was still young.
I had other things in mind.
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As Ian finished the massage with hands rougher than usual, Alensia desperately maintained her blank expression.
'Just... get through this...'
Ian wasn't the only one waiting for the massage. During her recovery, Alensia had felt deprived without his touch.
And now, receiving this rougher, desire-laden massage that scratched her itch, she hurriedly sent him away.
"Hoo.....♥"
She locked the door and pulled out her hidden toy from the massage room corner, positioning it against the wall—a now routine act.
Before soothing her heated body, she spotted an odd decoration in the corner.
'A bat?'
A bat-shaped doll she'd never seen before sat there, seemingly staring right at her.