Ellis (2)
"So, my research with Professor Im Sol ran a bit late."
"I see."
"…Yeah."
Ellis wore an expression of utter boredom that anyone could spot a mile away—even though she'd been the one to start the conversation.
In any case, our talk made it clear: using Ellis to get to France wasn't happening. The Iris Guild had its own rules, and she couldn't break them just for me.
Current Status: How long are we going to have this conversation...?
Ellis seemed to be hitting her limit too, so I figured it was time to move things along.
"Hmm… Ready for that massage now? All prepped?"
"Yeah. All done. Even took a shower."
"…Good girl."
She'd even showered. Dead serious about this massage thing.
"Alright then… I'll step out. Get ready?"
"Sure. I'll call you when I'm set."
I grabbed my bag and headed out, closing the door behind me. As I listened to the rustling sounds from inside, I unzipped the bag.
"…Maybe I overpacked."
It was stuffed with massage supplies. I'd brought mana stone powder and oils to sell the act of being hardworking… but would the vibe even land?
*Ellis slowly stripped off her clothes. Swish—The massage table she'd bought specially for today was plush. Waterproof material, ordered to handle sweat or other fluids without any mess.
"…"
The two holes in the table were for her breasts. Lying face-down on a regular bed had always been uncomfortable with them getting squished. This was custom-made to her body, so it should be perfect.
Slipping out of her underwear, she let it drop to the floor. She'd shown him her bare skin once before, so no resistance there—and he'd said direct contact worked better. Of course… bare skin just felt good.
The fresh mana surging as her circuits expanded. The warm touch of his hands on her back. The heat building from her lower belly, spreading excitement through her whole body. Tension coiling everywhere, leading to that uncontrollable peak. With his touch, she could handle it.
But showing her front? Too embarrassing yet. That was a big step for a woman.
'If Ho-yeon touched me there… it'd feel amazing.'
Ellis shook her head, banishing the stray thought. Not yet. That was for someone she truly loved. Even with her messed-up views on romance from her parents, she knew that much.
With all her clothes piled on the floor, Ellis lay on the table. It cradled her body perfectly. She draped a towel over her hips and called out.
"Come in."
"Right away, miss."
Lee Ho-yeon opened the door the moment he heard her. Gritting his teeth to ignore Scarlett's mana from the ceiling, he looked at Ellis. She was already in position on the table.
Flawless porcelain skin. Her golden hair cascaded over one shoulder, neatly arranged. Meeting her crimson eyes, I flashed a small smile.
"Hey."
"…Hey."
So that's what those holes are for—her breasts.
"Using the hole like that, huh."
"…Lying face-down on a normal bed squishes them. Uncomfortable."
Ellis turned her head to the side, eyes half-open as she chatted with me.
- Lying face-down is uncomfortable because of her breasts.
Sounds pretty lewd out of context.
I approached, sprinkling mana stone powder around her body from the bag.
"Starting now. Eyes closed."
"Mhm."
A flicker of anticipation in her eyes.
Thud—Something caught my foot as I neared the table. Looking down, I saw her clothes scattered on the floor. Her body heat lingered on my skin where my foot brushed them. Freshly shed.
"…"
How excited was she to forget to pick them up? Out of her sight, I gathered them and set them on the desk.
Clap—I clapped my hands like nothing happened.
"Relax your body."
"Okay."
She eased her tension, closing her eyes.
I've come prepared too, you know.
I pulled out an incense stick from the bag.
"What's that?"
She peeked at the crinkling sound.
"Incense to help the massage. Time to do this right."
"Ooh."
Actually, just some garden picnic scent from the internet for relaxation. The scent didn't matter—what mattered was the mood. I'd prepped to play the pro.
The subtle aroma filled the air, and she closed her eyes again.
"Here we go."
With those words signaling the start, I gently placed my hands on her pristine white back.
"Hng…"
Just a light touch, and a soft gasp escaped her lips. At the same time, mana threads from my fingertips infiltrated her circuits.
"Khng… hng… haa."
Pleasurable pain. That's how Ellis wanted to describe the sensation of her circuits stretching. This pain proved her innate mana disorder was healing. A technique only I could pull off—no other masseuse could.
And this pleasure felt different from sexual ecstasy.
"Not hurting?"
"Mng… It's fine. Feels great."
As she adjusted to the pain, a new mana tendril from my hand snaked toward her lower abdomen.
"Haang… hngg…"
The mana delved into her folds, settling in quickly. I'd given her time to adapt before, but today I pushed the pace for faster progress.
"Hngk, hng… haang…♡ hng!"
Shocked by her own sultry moan, Ellis clamped her lips shut.
"Feeling cooler here?"
I rubbed her back with amateur moves from videos. External stimulation was secondary; the real work was the mana wriggling inside her.
"Hng, hn… haang…"
She was used to the circuit pain now, but not the heat building below. Her disorder made her numb to her own mana, so she never suspected I was teasing her pussy with it. No mage in the world could control mana that precisely—only me, with Mana Resonance.
So she blamed the arousal on me.
"Haang… hng… haa…"
"You good? Slower?"
"No, no. It's fine. Keep… haa, going."
The mana clinging to her womb began to quiver faintly, while the mana around her folds stimulated her with pinpoint precision under my control.
Plip-plip-squelch—Lewd wet sounds started, and her feminine scent wafted, but the incense masked it well enough.
Seeing her twitch, I teased her more.
"I'll keep pressing your back, so say 'good' if you hit a nice spot. Makes it easier to massage."
Chatting to distract her, I poured in more mana. It traced her skin, zeroing in on her clit.
"There, right there… hngg! G-good, so good…!"
She was plenty aroused, lost in bliss. Her body responded like it had been waiting for this. Each brush of my fingers piled abnormal pleasure in her core.
"Here?"
"Yes, mng…! Hn, haa, haaa… hngg…!"
No idea how back rubs connected to the throbbing in her pussy, but Ellis surrendered to the waves of pleasure.
Soon, the building ecstasy burst, flooding her body.
"Haa, haaa… hn, hngg…"
Just womb quivers and clit teasing had pushed her to climax. But an inexplicable frustration filled her chest.
This was the same as last time. Amazing, sure—but it could be better. If back rubs did this, what about other spots? But voicing it? Tough for a woman. Seem too easy once, and you're the quick girl forever.
Gauging her reaction, I stroked her writhing back and checked her status.
Current Status: More, a better spot… What should I do?
Just say the word.
She craved more intense stimulation. Up to now, it was basically a demo. No mana inside her pussy yet. And she was still a virgin climaxing like this. If she asked for other spots, problem solved.
Women are tricky.
"Your legs are killer, by the way. Model-level."
Once she'd recovered a bit, I resumed kneading her back and tossed her a line.
Praise your target first.
Famous wisdom. Solves everything.
"…Thanks."
She knew it was lip service, but it lifted her mood. No one hates compliments from an attractive opposite sex.
Time for bigger stimulation…
She wanted more, so I'd deliver. Easy fix: amp up the mana and push deeper. But maybe a different angle.
I yanked the towel off her ass and tossed it aside. Her sweat-slick cheeks met the air, radiating heat like a furnace.
"Hngg… Huh?"
The sudden cool air jolted her post-climax body. Room temp was perfect, but her covered ass had been toasty.
Realizing the towel was gone, a flustered Ellis turned to me.
"What… what are you doing?"
"Huh? Massaging. Can't just do your back forever. Hate it? I'll stop."
"…"
The towel had covered it, but yeah—back-only wouldn't cut it forever. And I hadn't said today was back-only.
My bad for not clarifying.
Lifting the towel was weird in hindsight, but Ellis convinced herself it was fine for ass massage. She wanted it, even if she'd never admit it outright.
Right. I should've spoken up first. He said we'd do it properly today.
Her fault for not communicating. Thoughts sorted, she spoke.
"No… Just do it."