Nipple Development Massage — Lily

"Boss! I've finished changing the linens and dusting Room 302 on the third floor!"

Lily beamed, wiping the beads of sweat from her forehead. Growing up helping with farm work in the countryside clearly hadn't been an exaggeration. From tidying guest rooms to scrubbing the first-floor tavern, her hands moved so quickly she was doing the work of three or four people by herself.

And even in that loose-fitting waitress uniform, the secret curves of her figure revealed themselves every time she bent over. Combined with her uniquely pure, wholesome air, it meant that once the lunch hour passed, every coachman and adventurer in the tavern had their eyes locked on her.

Our tavern sat on the road to the Royal Capital, serving not only as lodging but as a restaurant during the day — simple meals and drinks for coachmen and adventurers who'd come a long way. The first-floor hall was always packed with hungry men around lunchtime, but the way today's meals stretched on and on was entirely Lily's doing.

"Hey! Clear this table and bring ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠me another beer!"

A rough coachman drinking hard liquor at a corner table raised his voice. Lily approached with a bright smile, tray in hand.

"Yes! Just a moment, sir!"

The instant Lily bent down to clear the table, a gleam flickered in the coachman's eyes, his spirits already running high. Gazing at the pale nape of her neck and the smooth line of her collarbone peeking through the loose collar of her uniform, he slyly reached out and patted the hem of her thin skirt — and the thigh beneath it.

"Hey, how much is the boss paying you to work here? Looks like you just came up from the countryside. How about having a little fun with me tonight? I'll give you a generous tip if you come along."

"Ah…! Sir, please don't!"

Startled by the sudden advance, Lily tried to pull back, but the rough coachman seized her slender wrist in a firm grip.

"Aw, don't play hard to get. Isn't it a tavern girl's job to keep the customers happy?"

"L-let go of me…!"

Lily's face flushed with panic as she clutched the engagement ring on her left hand, not knowing what to do. And in that instant —

A dull, heavy pressure settled on the coachman's shoulder. My hand, having approached unnoticed, pressed down with quiet, implacable force. The distinctive, crushing mana of a former A-Rank adventurer secretly compressed the joint, and the coachman's face went ashen in a heartbeat.

"Sir. ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Laying hands on my employee's body is a violation of our tavern's rules."

"Ugh…! C-Chris — Boss Chris…! I-I got it! I was just joking around!"

Wracked by pain as if his bones were about to snap, the coachman hastily released Lily's wrist, flung a handful of coins from his pocket, and staggered out of the tavern.

Once the situation had settled, I looked Lily over and offered her a gentle smile.

"Are you all right, Lily? You're not hurt?"

"Yes…! I-I was saved thanks to you, Boss… Thank you so much…!"

Lily pressed a hand to her chest and looked up at me with round eyes full of deep trust and respect. A kind, reliable protector she had met far from home. It was the moment when the existence of Boss Chris settled into her mind as nothing less than perfect goodwill.

The lunch crowd had drained away, and the counter fell quiet for a spell. Lily sat on a small chair tucked in a corner of the kitchen, drawing a stained scrap of paper and a stub of pencil from her bosom. Then, fidgeting with the silver ring on her finger, she began to write with painstaking care.

I watched her closely from behind the counter, pretending to polish a teacup.

What a pitiful, devoted little heart.

The paper was a letter to the fiancé she had left behind in her hometown.

A fresh, happy smile never left Lily's lips as she wrote, her thoughts plainly on her fiancé. The way she fidgeted with the ring on her finger was the very picture of a naive country girl with her chastity still to keep.

The harder they are to claim, the sweeter the pleasure of corrupting them.

I approached her with a cup of warm, specially prepared honey tea. A fatigue tonic, I would call it — though what it actually contained was a custom nerve relaxant, something that loosened muscle tension and secretly dulled the reason.

"A letter to your fiancé back home?"

"Ah, Boss! Hehe… Yes! I'm going to save money as fast as I can, settle near the Royal Capital, and send for him. I don't even feel the hard work when I think about that."

"What a devoted fiancée you are. Here. You worked hard on your first day, so rest and drink this special honey tea. I put in some herbs that are excellent for recovering from fatigue."

"Ah… even you looking after me like this, Boss… I'll drink every drop!"

Complete trust in the owner who had just saved her. Not a single grain of suspicion in her. Lily gulped the honey tea down in eager swallows.

The sweet liquid slid down her throat, and a faint, peculiar sigh escaped between her red lips.

"Haa… huh? My body… it's getting a little warm, and so drowsy…?"

As the drug's effects spread quietly from her stomach, Lily's eyelids grew heavy. Her earlobes and cheeks flushed as if her blood were running faster, and the rise and fall of her ribcage beneath the thin linen visibly slowed.

"That's just your muscles letting go as the fatigue leaves you. You'll be dizzy, so take my hand."

"Ah… yes… Boss…"

Lily took the hand I quietly extended without a shred of wariness. With every sense heightened by the nerve relaxant, the moment my large, firm palm touched hers, she gave a tiny shiver of ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠her shoulders. She had no idea why her boss's touch sent a jolt through her. In her hazy consciousness, she was simply overwhelmed with gratitude for his kindness.

"Leave the letter for later. Go up to your room on the third floor and rest a while. I'll watch the place until evening service."

"Yes… Boss… thank… you…"

The drug was spreading through her in earnest now. Lily climbed to the third floor with unfocused eyes, staggering as if the world were tilting, the letter clutched to her chest. I watched the smooth line of her thighs and the sway of her hips as her steps grew dull, then drew a small violet glass bottle from my coat.

Beveris.

A rare, custom aphrodisiac I had obtained from a shadowy alchemist in my days as an A-Rank adventurer. Unlike a one-use stimulant that forcibly detonated lust, Beveris seeped into the skin and mucous membranes and quietly, lethally rearranged the sensory cells — so that they would respond with exquisite sensitivity only to another person's touch and stimulation. A persistent, insidious oil.

There was no need to rush. As long as she lived here as an employee, using this Beveris to slowly, perfectly claim this innocent fiancée was only a matter of time.

Lily lay face-down on the bed in her third-floor room, sunk in the drug's haze, utterly defenseless. I opened the door softly and stood beside her bed. She was breathing in light, even sighs, deep asleep — but the nerve relaxant had already stripped every defensive mechanism from her body. The letter she had been writing a moment ago peeked from her fingertips.

"Hah… I suppose a former A-Rank adventurer ought to give his exhausted employee a special massage."

I let a few drops of Beveris oil fall onto my gloved palm, then rubbed my hands together until a faint heat bloomed between them. Slowly, I brought them to the smooth nape of Lily's neck and the line of her shoulders.

"Nn…!"

The instant the Beveris oil touched her skin, Lily's sleeping body convulsed with a violent shudder.

"Haa… ahn…? B-Boss…?"

Lily's eyes fluttered open, hazy, and she tried to push herself up — but the unfamiliar, fierce stimulation the Beveris laid upon her skin, combined with the relaxant's lingering hold, left no strength in her limbs.

"Stay still, Lily. This is a massage to loosen your knotted muscles. If you overdo it on the first day, you won't be able to work tomorrow."

"Ah… aah… but… Boss… your hands… they're so… hot…"

Lily tried to let her guard down at her kind employer's words. But every time my hands traveled from her shoulders down the length of her spine, the Beveris oil answered, flooding her with a maddening tickle and a shiver of sensation. She clutched the engagement ring on her finger, struggling to hold onto her reason. The moans slipping from her flushed cheeks and parted lips, however, already proved that she had set foot in the swamp of pleasure the Beveris offered.

"Now then. We start by thoroughly releasing the tension in your upper body — around the shoulders and chest. If these muscles stay knotted, the fatigue never leaves you."

"Ah… Boss… not there… you can't touch my chest…! Ah…!"

"I'm merely a kind tavern owner looking after a tired employee's body. Relax and let the tension go."

I undid the buttons of her thin uniform as if it were nothing, then cupped the whole of her soft breasts in oil-slicked palms and began to knead them, slowly, thoroughly. The oil generated a friction heat that spread a gentle warmth through her entire chest.

"Haa… ahn…! Hh…!"

I had done nothing more than gather her breasts in my hands and apply pressure — and yet the Beveris-soaked skin delivered such an explosive jolt that Lily's body trembled like an aspen in the wind.

"Hh…! Nn…! Your hands… they're so hot… Boss…!"

I massaged the whole of her breasts in slow circles, then quietly pressed my thumb to the areola around each nipple — the pressure point — and swept upward.

A sharp, electric jolt.

"Hyaaah—!!!!"

The peak of the sensation must have struck her brain like a hammer. Lily's back arched like a drawn bow, and a scream tore out of her in a single breath.

"Hmm? All I did was gently press around your breasts, and you're crying out like that. Your body takes to the oil remarkably well."

"Ah…! B-Boss… th-that spot feels strangely tingly…!"

Her mouth didn't know what to do with itself — and yet her body, already falling under the Beveris, instinctively pushed her breasts toward my hands, as if begging for more of that unfamiliar pleasure. I pinched the tips of her nipples, drawn taut and swollen, and rubbed them slowly, letting the oil soak in. Sometimes I rolled a nipple under my thumb with a light press; sometimes I caught it between my fingers, lifted it, and drew a gentle circle.

"Ah… aah…! Nn…! Boss, your fingers… the tips of your fingers are so… tingly…!"

As the oil seeped deep through every joint of my fingers, her nipples convulsed at the slightest friction.

"Haa… ahn…! B-Boss… wait… please, wait a moment…!"

Lily panted as a searing heat soaked from the tips of her swollen nipples all the way down to her lower belly, and she clenched the engagement ring on her left hand even tighter. Her fiancé's name rose as far as her throat, but she could not speak it. The sweet, maddening stimulation the Beveris oil spread through her crushed her thoughts into a dull haze.

I shouldn't be like this… why is my body so… hot…?

Every time I drew a slow circle around her nipples with my fingertips, Lily's toes curled and dragged across the bedsheets. I watched her innocent reactions with careful attention — and just before her reason snapped completely, I quietly took my hands away.

A soft rustle.

"That's enough for today. If I work the fatigue out of you too thoroughly on your first day, you'll be too languid to work tomorrow."

"Ah…?"

The touch and the warmth, cut off so suddenly. Lily stared up at me with unfocused eyes. Her body, only beginning to be developed by the Beveris oil, betrayed an instinctive disappointment — as if pleading for more of that secret pleasure. Her swollen nipples twitched faintly in the open air, but Lily, not even understanding why she felt such a loss, hurriedly covered her chest with her clothes, her face burning red.

"You did well, Lily. I'll see you at evening service."

"Y-yes…! Thank… you, Boss…"

The door clicked shut, and she was alone in the room. Lily curled into the blankets, the engagement ring pressed to her chest in trembling hands. But the tingle ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠and the heat of her boss's touch still circling the tips of her breasts made one thing certain: she would not sleep easily tonight.

Meanwhile, in a carriage leaving the tavern for the Royal Capital.

"Hmm…? Melia, why have you been squirming like that? Are you in a lot of discomfort?"

Kyle looked at his wife with worried eyes. Melia kept her face turned toward the window, her skirt clenched tight in both fists.

"I… I'm fine… It's nothing…"

That was what she said. But between Melia's thighs it was still slick and wet — whether from the lingering sensation of Chris relentlessly pounding into her last night, or from the remnants of the hot seed he had poured into her body. Every time her husband reached over to take her hand, the memory of climaxing atop that man's massive cock while receiving those same caresses slammed through her mind.

Once a month… I have to stop by that tavern at least once a month…

That man's enormous member, his whispers, and the phantom of last night's recording crystal would not leave her head. Even as she shuddered with guilt, Melia's tight inner walls were, for reasons she could not name, instinctively waiting for the moment a month from now when she would visit that tavern again and take that man's body.