Chapter 12
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 12
Chapter Title: Massage (2)
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Six hands delved into every nook and cranny of my body. Each time those hands glided over my skin with smooth oil, I shuddered involuntarily.
"Hngh... hngh."
It felt good. So incredibly good. Not quite sexual pleasure, but more like a profound satisfaction radiating from my very flesh. My muscles, fascia, nerves, joints, and even individual skin cells all felt refreshingly unknotted.
Wherever the oil-slicked hands of the three touched, it was as if impurities were being cleansed away. The fragrant oil they slathered on me seemed to carry some special properties.
"Your muscles are really tense. Let me loosen them up for you."
Squeeze—
Sylvia applied gentle pressure with her thumb to my hardened shoulder muscles. I let out a soft breath, savoring the subtle ache mingled with cool relief.
"Don't forget about us too~"
Tap-tap-tap—
Seril and Hilda used the edges of their hands to percuss the backs of my thighs. The strange vibrations spread through my skin and muscles, loosening even the deepest fibers.
"Ughhh—"
My voice trembled along with my body. I indulged fully in this unimaginable luxury, utterly forgetting my earlier resolve.
'Feels so good...'
My shoulders and wing muscles, flowing into the upper back, then the spinal ridge down to my waist. Sylvia caressed every single one with refreshing strokes.
From my upper arms and elbows to my palms and fingers, no spot escaped her touch. Each pass of her hands left me feeling light as a feather, cool and invigorated.
"Huuuh."
After dozens of minutes of this massage, I had melted into a limp slime, one with the air mattress. They'd only worked my body, yet even my thoughts and soul felt softened. It was then, as I lay there completely relaxed and dazed—
Slide—
Sylvia's hand, which had been stroking my back, trailed slyly along my ribs and downward. It headed toward my chest, hovering above the air mattress.
Squish—
Sylvia caressed my chest with her thick, oil-drenched hand.
"Hng."
As her palm brushed over my chest, I trembled slightly. It was a different kind of pleasure from the massage's cool relief. Sylvia noticed and lingered around my chest, stroking the sides connected to my underarms.
"Hehe~ Well then, shall we get serious too~"
As Sylvia took the lead, Seril and Hilda shifted into high gear on my thighs, calves, hollows of my knees, and soles. Their hands climbed my thighs and began kneading around my buttocks.
"Kugh..."
Their touch stung a little on the skin where Helena and the maids had spanked me earlier. Not as bad as before, but a faint ache lingered. Seril and Hilda carefully massaged the area, easing the muscles.
"There~ Relax, relax."
Smack—
They lightly patted my buttocks, then poured warm oil into my groin. The hot, slippery liquid trickled down my butt crack, sliding toward my anus and limp balls.
"Hng... not there..."
Their hands hadn't touched yet, but just the oil made my perineum and balls grow hot. With a strange anticipation, I clenched my asshole slightly. My relaxed body tensed a bit, and my heart started pounding.
"Haa... haa..."
My breathing quickened as a warm sensation rose from my lower body.
"Hehe~ Then, butt massage commencing~"
Just before their hands reached my groin directly, Sylvia warned them.
"Seril, Hilda. No making him cum this time. You understand, right?"
"Yess~"
"We'll be careful~"
After warning them, Sylvia whispered in my ear.
"You too, please be careful. Hold back as much as you can."
"Y-yes...!"
Unlike earlier when they'd tried to milk me dry, now they wanted me to endure. Part of me felt a twinge of regret, but this was what I'd wanted anyway.
'I absolutely can't give in to temptation...'
If I got hooked on this feminine pleasure, I might forget my original goal. My purpose wasn't endless orgasms—it was clearing the quest.
"We won't touch your penis either, so it shouldn't be too hard."
Tap—
Sylvia said this while lightly touching my chest with her palm. A sharp tingle shot through my nipple at the warmth of her hand.
It tickled, yet somehow set my whole body erotically aflame. Hard to put into words.
Knead-knead—
Meanwhile, out of my sight, Seril and Hilda stroked my groin with slick hands and teased toward my buttocks.
"Lots of blood vessels here, so massaging improves circulation."
"Yeah. So no dirty thoughts—endure it well, butt~"
Their lewd strokes around where my thighs met my buttocks. I tried not to focus, but their hands occasionally grazed my balls.
"Hng."
Whether intentional or accidental during the massage, each brush built a growing heat in my lower body.
While enduring Sylvia's kneading on my chest and the four palms at my groin—
"Relax your asshole too~"
Rub—
A finger lightly brushed my anus.
"Heek!"
I bucked my hips hard, letting out a lewd moan. Sylvia, straddling my waist, lost balance momentarily and fell onto my back.
Splat—
At the same time, a massive pressure as her breasts pressed against my back.
"...My apologies."
Sylvia quickly lifted herself and bowed in apology.
"N-no... it was my hips that moved."
"Thank you for understanding."
Resettling, Sylvia stroked down my spine gratefully, then addressed the succubus girls behind.
"Seril, Hilda. No direct stimulation."
"Aww... such a shame."
"We wanted to develop your butt too..."
They whined disappointingly, but Sylvia was firm.
"Our role is only initial sensitivity development. Full development is Her Highness's duty, so refrain from direct work."
"Yess~"
"..."
I swallowed hard listening to them. Initial sensitivity development... full development... What did full even mean? And what kind of being was the Demon King, master of these maids and demons, ruler of this parallel world? Seizing the moment during the massage, I asked Sylvia.
"Um... so, what kind of person is the Demon King?"
Demon King's castle parallel world. To clear this place, I'd need to deal with the Demon King somehow. Not by fighting, probably, but knowing the enemy couldn't hurt.
Sylvia explained while gently caressing my chest at my question.
"What kind? Her Highness is truly beautiful and noble. She reigns supreme over all from her throne, yet she is also a benevolent sovereign who bestows love and grace upon everyone."
Sylvia's answer was too textbook to be useful. So I asked more directly.
"...What happens to tribute slaves like me?"
"Most receive Her Highness's favor and live peacefully and safely in the Demon King's castle. Amid luxuries and pleasures unavailable in the outside world."
Sylvia withdrew her palm, then slyly traced around my areola with her index and thumb.
Twitch—
I shuddered slightly and echoed her words.
"Luxuries and... pleasures."
"Yes. Pleasures of submission and dominance, different in texture from the physical bliss we're giving now. Be careful. Once you fall for Her Highness, you may never escape."
Tap—
Sylvia flicked her finger lightly on my nipple.
"...!"
The sharp jolt made me bounce, then slump back onto the mattress. Rubbing my cheek against it, I asked.
"What do you mean, never escape?"
"Exactly that. In the castle's underground, there are those who became wrecks, craving only Her Highness's love and dominion."
"..."
I briefly imagined myself locked in irons as a sex slave, then shook my head.
No matter how good it felt, I didn't want to be trapped in a dark basement wailing daily.
I really couldn't submit to pleasure.
As I reaffirmed this—Sylvia pulled her hands from my chest, lightly patted my back, and said.
"Seems warmed up enough. Please turn over now. Time to massage the front."