Chapter 125: You’re All Pent Up (5)
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 125: You’re All Pent Up (5)
It had already been about a month since I gifted Irene the magic wand.
Ah, of course, the "magic wand" I’m referring to isn't some rocket launcher—it’s a vibrator.
Well… the one hanging between my legs is practically a divine magic wand in its own right, though.
Anyway, for the past month, Irene hadn't missed a single night sleeping with that vibrator.
Without having the slightest clue that I was watching her every night through that very device.
“Good afternoon, Lady Irene. You look truly beautiful today as well.”
And so, I offered a casual greeting to Irene as we met at the Magic Tower today.
As expected, the moment she saw me, she came scurrying over with a bright smile.
“Ah, Lord Leon! Oh, beautiful… really… please stop teasing me…”
“Hmm? I was being sincere. You are so beautiful it’s lovely, Lady Irene.”
“Ugh… nngh…”
Perhaps feeling a bit embarrassed, Irene hurriedly changed the subject.
She talked about how the new magic we devised together last time had received a great response.
Or how she felt so guilty for not mentioning my name while everyone was praising her as the top student.
As I played along with her stories, I naturally found myself sitting beside her.
‘It seems Irene has gotten used to this… Hmm, good.’
I had seen her every day for the past month, but since I was here, I took the opportunity to look her over carefully.
Those long ears that made my heart flutter every time I saw them.
That fair, delicate skin that made me want to reach out and touch it if I didn't keep my wits about me.
And those pouches of maternal sorrow, filled to the brim with longing for her departed husband…
‘It was the same in my past life… but widows really are the best…’
Even now, just imagining the moment she would take off that silver ring shining on her finger and fall into my arms made my heart pound.
It almost made me regret that portraits of the deceased didn't exist in this world.
Why regret that? Is there anything sweeter in this world than the tears of a widow whispering, "Honey, I'm sorry…" in front of her husband's funeral portrait?
‘…If they don't exist, maybe it wouldn't be a bad idea to make one and try it out?’
While I was lost in such fantasies, happily watching Irene as she brainstormed a new spell, I realized she was looking at me with a slightly bashful expression.
“Um… Lord… Leon…”
“Yes? What is it?”
“If… if you stare at me like that…”
“Ah, haha. My apologies. You were so beautiful that I lost myself for a moment.”
“Nngh… really… thank you, even if it’s just empty flattery. It’s been a very long time since I’ve heard such things. Haah, what is wrong with me…”
In truth, within this Imperial Magic Research Institute—commonly known as the Magic Tower—praises for Irene’s beauty were quite common.
It was just that absolutely no one had the courage to say it to her face.
After all, Irene was the greatest Archmage in the Empire.
Of course, unlike those cowards, I was more than willing to shower her with praise.
Not only that, I was the only one who could shove a hand between her thighs at a moment's notice.
“Are you making good use of the vibrator, Lady Irene?”
“Wh-what?! Ah, that… um… y-yes, I’m using it well, ha, haha, ahaha…”
How could her flustered face be this pretty?
Naturally, I looked at her with a delighted expression, pretending to be completely oblivious.
“I’m glad to hear you’re making good use of the ‘Token of Friendship’ I gave you.”
“Haha… yes… um… I’m… grateful every day… to you, Lord Leon…”
The reason I specifically poked at this topic was simple.
I wanted her to realize just how sweet the fruit of depravity truly was.
Well, to me, rubbing something between one's legs until they pass out—especially something received as a token of friendship—wasn't a taboo at all…
‘Judging by that flushed face, she must be remembering last night. It was particularly intense~’
I felt the urge to reach out, touch her shoulder, and trail my hand up to the nape of her neck.
And I am a man whose actions match his thoughts.
I immediately brought up a topic that Irene was obsessed with.
“Um… Lady Irene.”
“Ah, yes. Please, go ahead.”
“Actually, I’ve been thinking about a new magic lately. Well… in a way, it’s not exactly magic, but…”
“Oh, really? Could I ask for a very detailed explanation of what it is?”
“Hahaha, yes. Your passion for magic is as deep as ever.”
“Fufu, yes. All I have left now is… ah, no, it’s nothing.”
It seemed her relationship with her daughter was still at its worst.
‘Of course, I have my own preparations for that side as well…’
For now, it was time to focus on the prey in front of me.
I slowly leaned toward Irene and spoke.
“As you know, Lady Irene, my magic is unorthodox, so it differs significantly from standard magic. Because of that, there is something I’d like to ask you first.”
“Please, ask me anything.”
“Haha, thank you. Then… may I ask what the process is when you use magic?”
Of course, I already knew the process through which conventional magic was cast.
Nevertheless, clearly going over things I already knew was the hallmark of an intellectual conversation.
Irene answered my question fluently.
“First, you activate the mana throughout your body and circulate it along the flow of your blood. While maintaining that flow, you visualize the magic you intend to cast, and by chanting an incantation or drawing a magic circle, you solidify the image of the spell in your mind.”
The moment the incantation was finished and the image was set, the released mana would twist and distort reality… that was the universal magic of this world as Irene explained it.
“In that regard… you called it unorthodox, Lord Leon, but in my eyes, it is actually very similar to the silent casting magic said to have been used by the heroes of the mythic age or the Great Demons. Especially that free-form casting style that isn't bound by any format or frame.”
“Haha, hearing you say that makes me feel a bit embarrassed.”
“Fufu, I am simply stating what I have seen and felt.”
The reason I put in this much effort was simple.
Starting today, I intended to use magic as an excuse to lay hands on Irene’s body.
As if sensing my intent, Irene’s eyes sparkled even more as she questioned me.
“So, what is this new magic you’ve devised, Lord Leon?”
“That… well, it’s not exactly something that can be called magic. If I had to categorize it, it’s closer to a treatment or a procedure. It’s a procedure that makes it easier for mages to use magic and allows ordinary people to feel mana more easily.”
“Oh, really? That sounds very, very interesting. Could you tell me more?”
“Of course. As you mentioned, Lady Irene, activating the body’s mana and circulating it through the blood is an indispensable part of casting magic.”
“Yes, that’s correct. Activated mana circulates through the entire body, awakening the dormant physical form, and an activated body naturally amplifies the mana.”
“Exactly. So… I had a thought. If we could loosen up a body that has become stiff due to fatigue or poor lifestyle habits, the blood flow would improve, and consequently, wouldn't the circulation of mana flowing through the blood also improve significantly?”
In an instant, Irene’s eyes flashed.
To be honest, I was a bit unsure, but it seemed she found the logic sufficiently persuasive.
“As expected, you have a knack for capturing details that no one else thinks of, Lord Leon. Improving blood flow leads to improved mana circulation… it’s a truly fascinating idea. I want to test it right this moment. So, I was wondering, perhaps…”
“Of course, I have devised a few procedures I could show you.”
“Ah…! Is that so! Then, would you mind giving me a demonstration?”
“Hahaha, yes. I am your knight, after all. I must grant whatever a beautiful lady requests.”
“Nngh… if you… keep saying things like that… it’s difficult for me…”
“I am also just stating what I see and feel. You are as lovely and beautiful as a flower in full bloom, Lady Irene.”
“L-Lord Leooon…!”
Being told you’re pretty or handsome is always thrilling and fresh, no matter how many times you hear it.
Irene, smiling shyly with her cheeks flushed red, only solidified my resolve to make this woman mine.
I immediately stood up from beside her and took a step closer.
“Um? Why… what are you doing…?”
“As you know, Lady Irene, I am from the Konstanz territory on the frontier.”
“Yes… that’s right.”
“People in the Imperial Capital don't know this well, but the frontier isn't just a place of invasions by foreign tribes and monsters. In some ways, it’s a place where trade and cultural exchange happen more actively than in the capital.”
“Hmm, I see. Then…”
“Yes. Among the cultures and techniques of the foreign tribes passed down in the Konstanz territory, there were healing methods that involved direct physical contact to loosen knotted muscles and fatigue, thereby improving blood flow. The mana circulation improvement treatment I mentioned earlier was inspired by those techniques. What do you think, Lady Irene?”
In other words, I was saying that for the demonstration she asked for, I needed to put my hands on her body.
Regardless of anything else, Irene was a member of the highest social class in the Empire and a widow who still longed for her husband.
Therefore, the idea of another man’s hands touching her body should have been unthinkable.
And so, Irene wore a truly apologetic expression… but.
“Ah, have you perhaps heard the rumors about Lady Natalia? The ones that were circulating in social circles a while ago.”
“Pardon? Ah… those… the unpleasant rumors that she had become so obese she couldn't leave her room. Personally, I thought Lady Natalia was simply suffering from a sickness of the heart…”
“You’re right. At the time, Lady Natalia was suffering from both physical and mental ailments. And I am the one who treated those ailments. Through this very massage. I am also the one who improved Lady Miriam’s figure, haha.”
“Wh-what?! You are that mysterious healer, Lord Leon?!”
What’s this about a "mysterious healer" now?
Well… I suppose since I never let anyone into the aesthetic room unless they were beauties on the level of Natalia or Valeria…
Miriam was just a stepping stone for Natalia, so that couldn't be helped.
Furthermore, since Natalia and Valeria hadn't appeared in social circles since meeting me, it seemed I had become known as some mysterious healer.
Regardless, thanks to that, intense curiosity once again flared on Irene’s face.
Not missing the opportunity, I spoke to her with the utmost politeness.
“Lady Irene, I wish to perfect this technique. Until now, mana has been the exclusive privilege of a chosen few. But I believe that if I can one day perfect this technique, the day will come when everyone can use mana. I believe the day will come when we can unravel every mystery and conquer every miracle.”
“U-um… certainly, such a possibility…”
“I am well aware of what it means for me to lay hands on your body, Lady Irene. Nevertheless, risking rudeness and shame, I ask you once more.”
For a better future.
For the advancement of magic and the next step for humanity.
That is my only intention.
When I added those words I didn't even mean, Irene, who had taken a step back, stepped toward me again.
“…Since you go so far as to say that, Lord Leon, I cannot refuse by calling it embarrassing or shameful. I am a scholar myself, after all. I am always prepared for a challenge.”
“Thank you, Lady Irene. I offer my sincere respect and admiration for your noble mindset.”
“Nngh… hearing you say that makes me a bit shy…”
“Haha, shall we begin right away then?”
“Yes! That would be better, fufu. But… which area do you intend to perform the procedure on?”
For a moment, Irene’s body flinched slightly.
She was clearly feeling a woman’s instinctive fear.
Of course, right now, she had absolutely nothing to fear. And that would remain true for a while.
“First… though it may be presumptuous, I intend to loosen your shoulders today. It seems to me that you are carrying a heavy burden on them, if you'll excuse my saying so.”
“Aha…”
Only then did Irene’s slightly stiffened body relax softly.
The shoulders weren't an erotic area at all.
Besides, she had already unconsciously entrusted her shoulders to me once back in the Great Forest.
Soon, Irene spoke with a bashful smile.
“Yes, if it’s the shoulders, I can ask you without hesitation. Then… I’ll leave it to you, Lord Leon.”
“Thank you. I’m sure you’ll be pleased.”
“Fufu, since you’re so confident, I’m even more curious.”
And so, I finally placed my hands on Irene’s shoulders.
Damn… it’s been a while.
It felt similar to the first time I put my hands on Helena’s shoulders.
Savoring the long-absent fluttering in my chest, I slowly moved my hands.
And then, from Irene’s mouth…
“Ohhh…! Ahh…! Haah, mmm…!”