Chapter 14
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 14
Chapter Title: Massage for the Instructor (2)
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Alensia quite liked getting massages.
No, surprisingly, "massage" itself was something that most adventurers—especially frontline adventurers—enjoyed.
It was inevitable. After all, a massage was fundamentally about loosening knotted muscles and relieving fatigue. It was especially effective against muscle soreness.
Frontline adventurers, particularly high-ranking ones, constantly trained their bodies to the extreme, resulting in incredibly compressed muscles. Even elves like her had muscles densely packed under the influence of mana, making them appear small and hard to notice, but they were tremendously firm and solid.
However, given their role, frontline adventurers swung heavy weapons, pushed their bodies to the limit every day, and took the brunt of attacks at the vanguard. Naturally, even those muscles couldn't withstand the immense strain forever, leading to knots and stiffness.
The problem was that unlike typical injuries, symptoms like muscle knots didn't respond well to potions or healing magic.
So even when they tried to relieve it themselves through massages and such, their transcendently compressed muscles didn't yield to ordinary massage techniques.
A few sharp beastkin had noticed this early on and opened massage parlors around the city, hiring more of their kin. They quickly cornered the market, so now almost everyone in the city with a high-level [Massage] skill was a beastkin—or at least worked at a beastkin-run parlor.
Alensia herself occasionally visited a beastkin-run parlor boasting [Massage] skill level 7 after pushing her body to the brink in the Labyrinth. At level 7, the skill delivered enough stimulus to her muscles with its powerful grip strength and fully relaxed her tightly knotted fibers.
There were a couple of issues, though. First, pressing down on her insanely tough muscles required such forceful pressure that it caused intense pain. She'd heard high-level [Massage] skills came with pain reduction effects, but it still hurt. The beastkin insisted the pain was unavoidable.
The second issue was that beastkin masseuses had paws with pads, which inevitably limited their techniques.
Back when their skills were low-level, those padded paws had drawn in customers and helped level up. But now, at high levels while massaging elite adventurers, the pads actually got in the way.
So Alensia always felt a subtle sense of dissatisfaction after a session. She wondered what it might be like to get a massage from a non-beastkin or someone with a [Massage] skill higher than level 7.
'...What is this sensation?'
Refreshing? Comforting? It wasn't that simple. It felt more like turning solid metal muscles into liquid metal.
The rigid sensation in her arm vanished.
Startled, she flexed it experimentally, but the muscle responded perfectly. No, it felt even stronger than before.
There was minimal pain. The grip strength from his hands seemed considerable, yet it minimized discomfort with exquisite technique.
That was when instinct kicked in. Trainee Ian—this man—possessed a [Massage] skill at least higher than level 7.
No matter how trivial a skill seemed, skills were miracles of this world. The higher the level, the more phenomenal their performance, even for something minor.
He'd mentioned working at a clinic during their chat, but what explained this masterful massage?
He could make a fortune running his own parlor without ever adventuring.
But all those astonished thoughts melted away in the ensuing pleasure of the massage.
No unpleasant emotions tainted her senses at all. It felt as if her body was being remade by a machine, devoid of sensation.
Her sword-weary arms healed. Her feet, battered by treacherous terrain, healed. Even her untouched privates grew hot...
'What?'
Alensia sensed something odd. Ian was massaging other parts of her body, yet this one area was heating up more intensely than the rest.
And it grew fiercer as the massage continued. Addictive, almost.
She felt Ian's hands, having massaged her arms and legs, gradually moving toward her core.
As he gently stroked her toned abs and cute navel, something inside her quivered and rang out sweetly. When his thumb lightly pressed the resonating spot, the heat from below surged explosively, her body jerking in a brief spasm.
"...!!"
A novel massage technique unlike any from other parlors. An unfamiliar sensation.
Before she could even acclimate, she felt his hands slide higher. With her lower body out of sight, every touch felt vividly acute.
'Wait... not there!'
A zone even female masseuses rarely touched. She sensed no malice or lechery from Ian, so she'd never expected him to go there.
He seized her bountiful breasts without mercy.
'Ngh......'
Even as she registered the texture, her expression remained unchanged.
But unlike her stoic face, her body spasmed briefly—what the world called "orgasm" or "climax."
Phew. Glad it ended without incident.
I'd closed my eyes and surrendered to the skill, and amazingly, it even utilized the heated stones and oil I'd set nearby. Fortunately, my dick stayed quiet throughout.
As the massage concluded, I withdrew my hands from Alensia and opened my eyes. Whoa, holy shit.
What gripped my gaze most fiercely was the pink hue shining through her clothes.
The thin gown she'd donned for the massage was soaked in oil, failing utterly as clothing and sensually translucent over her body. The crowning glory was her chest.
The thick oil residue there boldly proclaimed she wore no undergarments, highlighting her protruding pink nipples.
Alensia's face remained impassive, but her cheeks were flushed red, her breaths coming in ragged gasps.
Her hair seemed slightly damp with sweat, clinging to her cheeks. Combined with her oil-slicked body, it exuded overwhelming eroticism.
Wait, more importantly—oil on her tits? Did I seriously grope them? Damn, I shouldn't have used Sensory Block... no.
"S-Sorry! I got too caught up in the skill effect and unconsciously touched somewhere I shouldn't have!"
Crazy! Eyes closed, skill running on autopilot, and this happens? I thought it was handling everything perfectly without me knowing where my hands were!
Alensia hadn't said a word, so I hadn't suspected a thing!
"Hah..... hah...."
After a few short deep breaths, Alensia straightened her gown and rose from the bed. Sorry, but even adjusted, her nipples still peeked through.
"I-It's... fine. I could tell it wasn't malicious intent. Your skill must have judged that area needed massaging too. W-Well, it's embarrassing to say to a man, but I suppose I've built up quite a bit of fatigue."
She's letting it slide? True, there was no weird intent this time. Eyes shut, senses blocked—how the hell did she know where I touched!
If anything, I'm the aggrieved one! I groped her tits but felt nothing! Should've kept Sensory Release on while using the skill!
"Th-Thank you... for the massage. Could you step out for now?"
Evidently feeling embarrassed, Alensia told me to leave. Or maybe she's holding back anger? That'd explain the flushed face.
Anyway, if she's asking me to go, I should. The view's too tempting, and if I stay, she'll notice my erection.
"A-Alright then. Rest well. Again, I'm truly sorry."
With one final apology, I hurried out of the room.
Damn it, everything was going smoothly... then I screw up at the end. Should've dropped Sensory Block and felt it at least. Sigh.
Once trainee Ian left, the expression I'd barely maintained finally crumbled.
As his footsteps faded, she flung off the clinging gown. Her body felt strangely hypersensitive; the fabric brushing her skin itched unbearably.
She rose and headed to the bathroom, gazing into the mirror. Red handprints dotted her body here and there.
She stared at the marks for a moment, then activated the magic tool for a light cold shower. The chill gradually soothed her.
Eyes closed, she replayed the events.
Ian's massage had been extraordinary. She hadn't visited a parlor lately, so her muscles had stiffened, but now they were all supple and relaxed. Lingering fatigue was gone, leaving her refreshed. Even the pain had been minimal.
The process itself was masterful—not mere rubbing, but using heated stones for pleasant warmth that eased tension, followed by fragrant oil to protect her skin.
Astonishingly, she'd sensed no ulterior motives throughout. Not even when kneading her breasts!
"........."
Even she had been shocked in that instant. No lechery until then, but suddenly groped— she'd braced to lash out, thinking he'd pounce.
Yet his touch remained oblivious, massaging with the same pressure and rhythm as everywhere else, as if breasts were no different from any other area.
The lack of ill intent even then left her embarrassed instead.
".........Hah."
She regarded her reflection: the impassive face she'd cultivated to emulate her ideal knight, "Alen." Now it was shattered—cheeks aflame, eyes slightly glazed.
It resembled the expression she'd worn as the immature "Sia," before emulating Alen, when she'd first secretly masturbated against her parents' wishes.
Realizing she'd climaxed from a pure, professional massage filled her with shame. Cumming from a man's hands focused solely on the job...!
The massage was great, but she couldn't request another.
She shut off the water, grabbed a towel, and dried off. Moving her shoulder brought an odd sensation.
".......?"
Rotating it confirmed it. She drew a nearby decorative sword and swung experimentally.
"What is this.....?"
No mistake.
The reason she'd abandoned Labyrinth upper-floor delves for instructor duty.
A trickle of mana flowed through her damaged shoulder mana circuit once more.
'Could trainee Ian's skill... repair mana circuits?'
The antidote had come too late; regular healing magic couldn't fix the sequelae. Daily life was fine, but upper floors were impossible.
So she'd endured as an instructor for beginners, obsessed with acquiring [Poison Resistance] herself—hence her fixation, leading to discovering "resistance training" and helping novices gain it through "experiments."
But if it could heal? Asking Ian for ongoing massages might recover her injury...!
Ongoing massages...
Massages...
......
"Ngh......."
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