The Oil Massage
While I was massaging Rene, Lili came to visit. Only then did I stop the massage, help Rene up, and head out to the living room. Lili was setting food on the table.
“Hello?”
“Yes, hello, Master Arthur.”
I sat down at the table, looking over the beautifully arranged breakfast. “Ugh…” Rene frowned as she took her seat. She really was prone to exaggeration. I’d seen it a few times before—she was weak when it came to physical pain. She rubbed her thighs, took a sip of soup, and asked, “So, what are we doing today?”
“Probably just massages and light training that doesn’t strain the muscles, like reading erotic novels, until tomorrow.”
From the day after tomorrow, we could resume proper training again. Rene took another sip of soup, tore off a piece of bread, and asked, “The massage… it hurts too much!”
“Even so, that’s the only way to loosen up the knotted muscles.”
Massage was about releasing muscles cramped from lactic acid buildup. Of course it would hurt. “It’s nothing like any massage I’ve had before.”
Here, massages were usually just skin treatments. There was no concept of acupressure like in Korea—only beauty-focused skin massages. This was completely different. “Why are you comparing it to a beauty massage? My massages are meant to release muscle knots and improve blood circulation. Stop complaining and just eat.”
Silence settled between us as I ate. After a while, Rene asked cautiously, “Master, do you want to live like this forever?”
“What do you mean?”
Her words didn’t make sense. “Do you really want to keep tormenting women like this? I heard you’re involved with the slave industry network.”
I tore off some bread, dipped it in the soup, and replied, “Hmm… even if the network is collapsing, I’ve already earned dozens of gold coins, you know?”
In reality it was only ten gold, but for some reason I didn’t feel like saying the smaller number. Rene gave me a pitying look. “Dozens of gold at most?”
“Dozens of gold is a lot.”
She spoke with an annoyed expression. “Sure, sure. For a baron it would take months of hard work to earn that much. For a count it would be pocket change.”
Compared to nobles, my earnings were indeed small. But… “Still, it’s an enormous amount for a commoner. You should remember that I’m a commoner.”
Rene shot me a glare. “In the Empire, calling someone a commoner is an insult. There are no commoners or serfs here.”
“So what? What exactly are you trying to say, Rene?”
“Release me. If you do, you can have all the money you want—and if you desire a noble title, you can obtain one as well.”
I couldn’t help but laugh at her words. “Aha! You still don’t believe me, do you?”
“Stop talking nonsense and eat. If you keep spouting that garbage first thing in the morning, I really will get angry.”
“It’s… not nonsense… Tch, you’ll regret it later.”
When I frowned at her, Rene muttered under her breath. I stared at her intently, and she quietly went back to eating her breakfast.
After we finished breakfast and roughly cleared the dishes, I told her, “You’re getting another massage today, so lie down on the bed.”
“Yes.”
With that, I went to the kitchen to find some oil. “Hmm… where is it?”
There was no ordinary oil in the training cart—only aphrodisiacs or anal-use oils. I found some olive oil in the kitchen, filled a pot with water, heated it, and placed the olive oil inside to warm it gently. When the water started bubbling, I took out the oil container and dropped a bit onto the back of my hand.
“It’s warmed up nicely.”
It was slightly hot. Since I’d be starting with acupressure, the oil would have time to cool. This should be fine. Carrying the warm oil, I headed to Rene’s room. She was lying on the bed, asleep. I set the olive oil on the shelf and woke her. “Get up.”
“Mmm… Civil… just a little longer…”
I pinched the nose of the insolent girl who apparently thought I was her servant. Rene, who had been sleeping peacefully, shook her head and tried to pull my hand away from her nose. “Ugh… Civil… what are you doing?”
“Rene, stop sleeping and get up.”
At my words, Rene’s eyes flew open. “Huh? Master?”
I released her nose and said, “I’m going to give you a massage.”
“Ugh… that… really hurt last time, you know?”
I tugged down the pajama pants draped over her hips. “Even so, you need to recover quickly. Now, turn over.”
“Hnn…”
She flipped over as she spoke. I pulled down her panties as well and pressed my fingers into various spots on her buttocks and thighs. “Hnnk!”
“Does it hurt here?”
“Ah… it hurts…”
“How about here?”
“Kyaa!”
I pressed around different areas, then pressed on the perineum between her anus and genitals. “Th-that place…”
“Does it hurt?”
“Yeees…”
Kegel exercises stimulated both the gluteal and vaginal muscles at once because the two muscle groups met at the perineum. “Hmm. It might hurt at first.”
With that, I pressed my thumb firmly into the spots where Rene felt pain. “Haahk! M-Master!”
“Why are you exaggerating so much?”
“B-but! Ugh!”
I ignored her pained voice and carefully worked on loosening the knotted muscles. “Haa!”
How long had I been massaging her? About thirty minutes? Rene seemed to have gotten used to it and was complaining less than before. “Ugh…”
I finished massaging her buttocks, thighs, and perineum. I stood up from the bed and dripped a drop of oil onto the back of my hand. Perfect temperature.
“Now I’ll give you a massage that doesn’t hurt.”
“Yes…”
Her voice sounded quite languid. Hearing her sleepy tone made me a little envious. I was the one giving the slave massage, yet she was the one comfortably receiving it and getting drowsy. Still, all of this was to ensure the training went smoothly. I had to endure it.
I poured plenty of oil onto Rene’s thighs. “Kyaa!”
“Why? Is it too hot?”
“No? I was just… a little surprised.”
“It’s just olive oil.”
I gently massaged her thighs with my fingertips, barely touching the skin. It was my own technique, adapted from Swedish massage back in modern times. While acupressure physically loosened the muscles, this massage focused on close skin contact and sensual stimulation to relieve both physical and mental fatigue. If acupressure relaxed muscles through physical force, this one relaxed them through relaxation itself.
When I lightly brushed over the sore spots, Rene’s flustered voice reached me. “W-wait a second… this… this feels strange…”
“It’s not strange.”
I gently stroked her thighs with my fingers and palms in a teasing, slightly ticklish way. “Hnn…”
Of course, it could cause arousal as a side effect, but since training her sensitivity was necessary anyway, this massage suited her perfectly. “Hnnng…”
Unlike before, Rene’s voice now carried a hint of sensuality. I stimulated her thighs softly, as if caressing them with my fingertips. “How is it? Doesn’t hurt, right?”
“Pervert…”
Rene briefly insulted me. “So, do you like it? Or hate it?”
“Hnnng… I don’t know…”
Her voice alone made it sound like she was enjoying it to death, but I needed to strip away her shame. After all, she had to willingly spread herself whenever and wherever her master commanded.
“Not answering properly? Should I give you proper training today too?”
At my words, she spoke quietly. “I like it… hic…”
After massaging her for a while, I poured oil onto her pale buttocks. “A-are you doing there too?”
“Yes, of course.”
I carefully spread the oil that had landed on her white buttocks with my palm. “Hnnng…”
I massaged her without stimulating the painful areas too much, keeping my touch soft and ticklish… “Hnnk…”
I could see Rene gripping the bedsheet tightly. “Feels really good, doesn’t it?”
“N-no, it doesn’t.”
She looked like she was enjoying it immensely, yet she denied it… Still, I pretended not to notice. “Is that so?”
As I spoke, I spread her buttocks and gently stroked her anus with two fingers. “Hnnk… th-that place…”
Rene was startled by the ticklish touch of my fingers. She glanced back slightly. “Relax. I’m not putting them in.”
My fingers moved a little lower and stimulated her perineum. “Haah…”
Her buttocks and thighs gleamed with oil under the light. Why did her body have to be so perfect? On top of that, Rene was gradually letting out moans, making her look incredibly erotic. I wanted to touch her a little more. While I was pondering how to touch her even more because of her drug-like addictive soft skin, a wicked idea came to mind.
“Alright, the buttocks are mostly done now.”
I poured oil onto her back. “Haa… m-my back is fine though…”
“Consider it a bonus service.”
“Hnn…”
I gently spread the oil across Rene’s smooth back. The slightly warm oil combined with her soft skin made for a pleasant sensation. I brushed my fingers over her slender shoulders and stroked down to her waist. “Hnnk…”
Because of the oil, my hands and her skin clung together more closely than usual, creating quite a bit of stimulation. In fact, a faint scent of her arousal mixed with the olive oil was wafting up from her lower body. As I thoroughly massaged her arms and legs as well, I said to Rene, “Now turn over.”
“It’s embarrassing…”
“Come on, what’s there to be embarrassed about? Hurry up and turn.”
When I urged her in a casual tone, she hesitated for a moment before slowly rolling over. Her flushed face, pink nipples, and gray pubic hair damp with oil—everything about Rene was beautiful.