28. Eirin's Art Classroom (4)
I completely stripped off the panties I'd pulled down. Eirin, lying prone, twisted around in a panic to look at me.
"Young master? Why... the panties?"
"Don't think it's strange, Eirin. This is still just a massage."
True to my word, I gently kneaded her ass. Plump and so springy it nearly bounced my hands away—the sensation was as addictive as squeezing her breasts.
I continued, focusing my caresses on the soft flesh beneath her ass.
"Hngh! Ah... haaah..."
The cool relief washed over her again, drawing a lewd cry from Eirin. Her earlier embarrassment was fleeting; she couldn't resist the exquisite pleasure of my massage.
Eirin was already a captive to my touch. Starting from the flesh under her ass, I worked down her thighs, then to the arches of her feet—concentrating solely on her lower body.
No, at this point, my skilled hands were tantamount to foreplay for sex.
Eirin melted even further into the bliss. Lewd juices flowed steadily from between her legs, soaking the bedsheets.
Next, my hands reached the soles of her feet.
"Huaaah..."
When fatigue builds up, even just foot pressure points can bring sweet relief. Eirin's reaction was perfect. I lifted her legs briefly and pressed hard into her soles.
"F-feet are... dirty... such a noble young master... ah... no... haaah..."
But nothing about it felt dirty.
If I had a foot fetish, just a footjob here would have made me cum buckets—these were flawless, beautiful soles. I nearly brought my mouth to them without thinking.
Yet Eirin's body was alluring everywhere. I wanted to savor other spots too.
Finishing the foot massage, I placed my hands back on her back and unhooked her bra in one swift motion.
"It's getting in the way of the massage."
Then I flipped her onto her back. Eirin lay fully nude before me, utterly relaxed unlike her usual self, her half-lidded eyes hazy as she panted hot breaths.
Her fully exposed breasts rose and fell with each exhale.
"Haa... haa... haa..."
"Relax even more. That's how the massage works best."
"Y-yes... Master... no... young master... haa..."
She nearly slipped into calling me master. The proud, icy beauty had surrendered completely to my massage, obedient in every way. I couldn't help but grin at her perfect response.
Eirin didn't even have the leisure to notice my expression.
I continued with the next caress—no, the next phase of the massage.
"I learned a great healing technique from the Medica Order. It's good for women's beauty too. It'll help you."
"Yeees... thank you... young master... haaah?!"
This time, it was a massage akin to modern lymphatic drainage. And the spots it targeted were exquisitely chosen.
Collarbone, armpits, groin—the inguinal region. Eirin would feel the relief, but each spot let me indulge my desires too.
I started lightly massaging her beautiful collarbone. The cool sensation drew another cute moan she couldn't hold back.
"Haaang! Hng... eung...♡ Ahhh..."
Then I lifted one arm high, exposing her pristine armpit. A gentle knead there, and her body writhed wildly.
"Heek?! Th-there... no... it's embarrassing!"
But it was less outright refusal and more a cute whine. Unable to hold back, I pressed my lips to her armpit. Eirin jolted in shock.
"Heek?!"
I savored the smooth skin with my tongue. A faint salty taste, mingled with her fragrant scent—like the rich flavor of an expensive bitch in heat.
"Aang... aang... haaaang... aaang..."
Her body twisted as she let out indecipherable cries of agony or ecstasy.
I feasted on that smooth armpit. It was so good I might develop a new fetish. But I hadn't explored this part of her yet.
So I eased downward without overstimulating it. Next was the groin—the so-called Y-zone.
I massaged the thick flesh of her inner thighs there. So close to her shameful place.
Eirin's reaction changed dramatically.
"Th-there!! It's dirty... embarrassing... Master... no... young master... your precious hands... on my... filthy spot... haaah!!"
Mortified, she clamped her thighs together, desperately resisting my touch.
But what man would stop at that sight?
Instead, I ravaged the now-plumper flesh. Even clenched tight, she couldn't hide the upper lips of her pussy.
I targeted those lewdly parted folds with my fingertips.
"Heek!! Haaah... eung... haaaah..."
Eirin resisted desperately—not against my hands, but the crashing waves of pleasure.
Most of my palm busily kneaded the flesh while my index finger zeroed in on her shame. Pressing my thumb deeper, it brushed her clit.
"Haaaang!!"
Finally, Eirin submitted. Legs still closed, pussy not fully bared, but she came from my touch alone.
Her hips bucked wildly in orgasm.
"Aang... aaang... what's coming out...!! Kyaaang!"
Squirrttt—psshh psshh—
Her squirting show drove my lust insane. Hips shuddering up and down, she gushed her潮.
The satisfaction of making her submit with just my hands filled me with joy.
And Eirin, spraying her lewd fluids all over her beloved young master's hand. Yet even after her rudeness, that post-orgasmic gaze lingered, lost in aftershocks.
Her whole body trembled from the pleasure and echoes of climax, eyes fully relaxed. But on a cool beauty like Eirin, that lax look was lethally seductive.
No man with a cock could resist it. My raging tyrant could no longer be soothed.
I yanked my pants and underwear to my knees, then knelt higher on the bed.
My monstrous cock thrust out, demanding attention. I brought it close to Eirin's face, still panting in arousal.
***
I couldn't suppress the impulse. I'd planned to serve Eirin all day, but she was too beautiful, too tempting.
My pent-up lust guided my cock toward her mouth unbidden.
"Haa... young master... your cock... so magnificent... proud cock..."
But Eirin didn't refuse. Instead, eyes enraptured by my swollen tyrant, she exhaled excitedly and gripped it lightly.
"Young master's... I love it all... haa... love the cock... young master's scent..."
She rolled onto her side from lying flat, facing my cock directly. Using both hands, she stroked the shaft lovingly.
Schlick—chap—
Her slender, elegant fingers slid lewdly along it. Soon, she formed a hand-pussy with her palm, pumping the shaft pleasurably.
That handjob alone sent shivers of mad pleasure up my spine. But Eirin didn't stop. As I caressed her earlier—and now with this handjob—precum welled up abundantly.
She flicked out her tongue, softly lapping it from the tip. The sensitive urethra sparked, jolting my whole body.
"Lick... slurp... chup... hoob... mmph..."
Then came the fellatio. Like sucking a round lollipop, she slid my glans into her mouth.
Bobbing her head, her mouth-pussy sucked relentlessly. The pleasure nearly melted my glans.
But she wrapped her demonic tongue around it, amplifying the ecstasy tenfold.
One lapse in focus, and I'd cum. I tensed my lower abs to hold back.
Her mouth was too heavenly for such a light blowjob to end me.
I matched her bobbing head with subtle hip thrusts, feeding more shaft into her mouth.
Her pink lips grazed the length repeatedly. Those half-lidded eyes—pure visual poison, like actual insertion.
"Jup... jup... oooh... coming... goo..."
Eirin responded by sucking harder, creating a vacuum. I stopped thrusting, letting her take over.
She devoured my cock like a delicacy, speeding up while one hand gripped the base, the other fondled my balls softly.
"Slurp... chup... hoob... jup..."
Eirin knew my cock best. I couldn't endure the building urge in her expert mouth-pussy any longer.
Cupping her face gently, I erupted thick semen into her mouth.
Spurt spurt spurt—
Her lewdness had doubled my tyrant's excitement; the semen surged fiercer than usual.
Gulp gulp gulp—
But Eirin accepted the flood without refusal, swallowing every drop. Surprised by the volume, I slowly withdrew to avoid discomfort.
Even then, residual spurts painted her face white.
"Haa... haa... young master... so vigorous today too..."
She smiled in satisfaction at the hearty load. She sucked the last drops from my glans, cleaning perfectly.
I grabbed a bedside towel and wiped her clean.
"Haven't... served you in days... glad it went well... satisfied...? Haa... Master... no, young master..."
Panting, she checked if I'd enjoyed it. Such a diligent maid—even in my post-nut clarity, she seemed utterly endearing.
Her black bob and those brown eyes meeting mine were unbearably cute.
But I didn't give her the answer she wanted.
"No. Not satisfied."
"I-is that so? Then next time, more service... ahh!"
As she tried to rise, I pinned her back to the bed.
"No need for more service from you. Today was for satisfying you. I came first—that's not right. Isn't this lacking, Eirin?"
"N-no! The massage alone was plenty... I was already too forward with you, young master..."
"Quiet, Eirin. Today, your only jobs are rest and pleasure. From now on, I'll serve you."
"Y-young master?! Ahh!"
I spread her legs wide. Her soaked pink pussy bloomed open before me.