Chapter 5
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 5
Chapter Title: First Massage (2)
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Just as she'd shown no wariness up to now, Hiss accepted my suggestion and covered her eyes with a black cloth. Maybe the lighting really was bothering her eyes.
Of course, instead of covering her eyes, I could have just dimmed the lighting magic tool or adjusted its position... but it seemed she hadn't thought that far, as she went ahead and blindfolded herself.
This cloth was originally prepared to cover the eyes of patients who occasionally freaked out at the sight of blood...
I never imagined it'd be used like this.
"Alright, let's get started again."
As I resumed the massage, I made sure to wave my hand in front of her eyes to confirm they were properly covered. No reaction whatsoever, so it looked like she was fully blindfolded.
That said, seeing her lying there with her eyes covered, body slick with oil—essentially massage oil—and just waiting for my touch... it reminded me of scenes from Japanese AVs in my previous life.
Of course, those AVs were all choreographed between actors...
I'm going to do this my way.
First off, ever since I suggested the blindfold, I'd had this fantasy in mind that I wanted to make real. There was one prerequisite condition to fulfill. Her eyes were covered, and I'd deliberately made a bit of noise—rustling clothes, oil squelching—to lower her guard against intermittent sounds. And...
[Sensory Block] Deactivated
I deactivated the skill and checked Hiss's expression. She stayed still just like before, showing no signs of feeling pain. As long as I didn't touch her further, she wouldn't notice right away that the skill was off.
Of course, she'd notice if the massage paused for too long, but I'd stopped briefly earlier to add oil or wipe sweat, so short pauses wouldn't seem odd.
Confirming that, I activated the skill again.
[Sensory Block]
But this time, the target was different. Up until now, it had been on her legs, but now I applied it to the area that still looked slightly damp—Hiss's groin and surroundings.
As expected, the skill cast successfully. It always hits 100% on Hiss. I should test it lightly on others soon to check the success rate.
Anyway, if the massage stopped for too long, she'd definitely notice something off, so I got right to it.
-Swipe. Rub. Rub~♥
I reached out and rubbed her groin. My fingers felt the dampness indicating it was leaking fluid bit by bit, along with the parted slit and the thick folds covering it.
'~Hng.'
I glanced sideways at Hiss's face, but there was no change from before. She had no idea her precious parts were being toyed with.
Slightly relieved, I maintained the rubbing intensity. The pressure was about the same as when I'd touched her breasts last time.
Last time, the Sensory Block on Hiss had blocked 'tickling.' But the system message afterward said I'd blocked 'sexual sensation.' And thinking about it, the so-called 'sexual pleasure' humans feel from erogenous zones isn't fundamentally that different from tickling.
In other words, my skill treats tickling and sexual sensation as essentially the same. And it worked even at level 1, so now at level 2 with a wider range, it can block even broader sensory concepts.
The sensation I chose this time was 'pressure sense.' I tried blocking 'tactile sense' at first, but since tactile sense is a composite of multiple sensations, the skill didn't take. However, breaking it down into pressure sense (responding to physical stimuli), temperature sense, etc., allowed blocking.
...Isn't this actually more impressive than just blocking tactile sense outright? Hard to analyze the mechanics, but since it's my skill, I just shrugged it off.
Anyway, to sum up: right now, Hiss's groin couldn't feel the pressure from my hand, nor the tickling or sexual sensation that followed. She could still feel temperature, but my hands were coated in oil, and I'd 'accidentally' smeared some higher up during the massage, so any temperature difference would be negligible.
For about 30 seconds—a short time—I savored the sensation on my fingers before pulling them away. I smoothly moved my hands back to her legs and released the skill.
...Unlike before, adding one more skill.
-[Sensory Release Lv. 1]
The new skill I'd acquired. Its effect dumps all the blocked sensations from during Sensory Block at the moment the skill ends.
After testing it for a week, at level 1, it releases about 10% of the accumulated sensations. Roughly, because when it hits all at once, it's not just a simple 10%—it's a wave of sensation even greater than that.
Alright, the skill activated. And layering on one more.
-[Sensory Amplification Lv. 1]: [Sensory Release] Amplification
The other skill, Sensory Amplification, selecting the [Sensory Release] amplification option. So, what was the result?
".......! Nyaaang?!?! Nya!~"
Hiss's relaxed expression suddenly flushed, her hips bucking up. Her purring, cat-like groans abruptly shifted to a woman's nasal moan. At the same time, her groin grew dramatically wetter.
Drinking in every debauched detail—or honestly, just straight-up arousing sight—I casually spoke up.
"Ah, sorry about that. Did I press too hard? Your muscles seem mostly relaxed now, so I unconsciously used more strength than before, and it looks like the skill slipped."
Ah, I shouldn't laugh.
Hiss Gray.
Daughter of the Gray clan chief residing in the Great Forest, heir to the clan seat.
Born to a sturdy warrior and wise chief of a father, and a nimble female warrior mother, she grew up expected to one day succeed her parents as the clan's top warrior and leader.
Unfortunately, Hiss's talents fell short of her parents'.
The deeper one inherited the clan's feral nature, the more gray their hair became—a clan trait—but Hiss's hair remained white even as she grew.
She did inherit her mother's agility, but not the robust physical prowess.
Her parents were slightly disappointed but never the type to force their dreams on their child, so they abandoned training her as a warrior and raised her with love.
The clan treated her with affection too, unable to hate her innocent face despite her weakness.
Hiss loved her parents dearly, but on her 18th birthday, she overheard their late-night conversation.
"Hiss is an adult now, but... she won't make a suitable next chief, will she?"
"No helping it. The chief should ideally be the clan's strongest warrior."
From those words, Hiss realized the feelings her parents had hidden from her. They'd secretly hoped she'd become chief, but for the clan's future, they'd choose someone else.
Hiss knew her own limits and thought someone else would do better... but she'd always admired her father's cool demeanor and even imagined herself as chief.
That was the trigger for Hiss running away on her 18th birthday and coming to Labyrinth City.
Labyrinth City teemed with all sorts of darkness, but fortunately, Hiss made a good friend—a fellow beastkin.
Without that friend watching over her overly trusting self, Hiss would've likely been sold off for her looks long ago. Despite the friend's passionate lectures and nagging, Hiss still had weak wariness toward others, but she'd at least learned to avoid certain places and people with suspicious scents.
But that's why.
She let her guard down around the 'clinic' her friend had recommended first, and the man there—who didn't smell of booze or drugs, things her friend warned about.
When that kind man offered a massage, she accepted for the same reason. And honestly, his massage was incredible. Unlike her own clumsy kneading, he used some kind of oil, wrapped her legs in warm cloth, and it felt so much better.
Moreover, his massage—some skill effect, probably—brought pure muscle relaxation without any pain, a heavenly sensation she'd never felt before.
As she surrendered to that bliss, lying comfortably, the area her mother had called 'where babies come from' suddenly felt a bit warm, then a massive wave of sensation crashed over her.
Not intense per se, but like plummeting from a height—sudden, without warning.
Her lower parts soaked as if she'd wet herself, her hips bucked involuntarily, and she let out a sound she'd never made before.
"Ah, sorry about that. Did I press too hard? Your muscles seem mostly relaxed now, so I unconsciously used more strength than before, and it looks like the skill slipped."
He apologized, assuming her reaction was from pain.
Pain? Was that pain just now? It hadn't come from her legs. It felt ticklish yet dangerous, like someone had touched it multiple times... but she hadn't, and Ian hadn't been massaging there?
Speechless from the unprecedented sensation, Ian spoke again.
"Hold on a sec. Since it hurt, let's try adding more oil."
Not the reason, but staying quiet, he took it as confirmation and rustled around, seemingly fetching more oil.
'S...shh...pat...pat...'
"Ngh......"
Sounds like flesh slapping and Ian stifling something reached her, but the prior sensation drowned out ambient noise.
'...Splurt! Splurt!'
The sounds lasted briefly before liquid squeezing from a container.
"Alright, let's apply it again."
With that, she felt something on her legs. Not that they hurt, but they had been tense before, so she waited obediently. Maybe imagination or oil scent fatigue, but the aroma was gone now.
After light kneading, Ian removed the cloth from her face.
"Massage is done for now. Want to sit up?"
Blinking against the sudden light, she followed Ian's words and rose.
A milky oil glistened on her legs, the former stiffness gone. Her lower parts were damp like she'd peed a little from the intense sensation earlier, but luckily oil splatters hid it.
"You winced midway... Massage is over, but want to try this?"
Somehow prepared, as she fidgeted her legs, Ian handed her a cup of liquid—similar milky hue to the leg oil.
"Is this... the oil from my legs?"
"Huh? No, no. Similar ingredients make the color alike, but this is... uh... more like a calming medicine than tea."
Sniffing the cup yielded no scent—odd for that color implying additives. How could it smell like nothing?
She touched her tongue, sipping lightly.
'Slurp~'
Slightly viscous, more oily slickness than stickiness? He said similar to oil, so that tracked. Mildly fishy and bitter, but scentless, no strong aversion.
Finishing the cup, Ian smiled more deeply than before.
"Water's ready next door—wash your legs there. Need anything else?"
"No, no. I'm good. Thank you."
The sensation nagged her, but her damp shame urged her to bolt to the next room unnoticed.
Wiping her legs with lukewarm water, dumping it, heading out—then scents returned.
...Something faintly like the suspicious smell her friend warned about.