Chapter 96: The Guard and the Inn (15)
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 96: The Guard and the Inn (15)
Izumi lay face down on the bed, lost in thought. Could a vigorous, red-blooded man really stop at just a massage?
Though she had only ever been with one man, she knew the nature of males well. It was only natural that when they saw a sexy woman, they wanted to strip her; once stripped, they wanted to touch her; and once they touched her, they wanted to fuck her.
“I think propping up your stomach with a cushion or something would make the massage easier. I’ll need oil, too. Oh, and do we need towels? Are they in the room?”
“Yes. The oil and towels are in the drawer, and the pillows are in the wardrobe. I’ll go get—”
“No. You’re the one receiving the massage, Izumi. Just tell me where they are. I’ll find them.”
“Then please take a pillow from the first shelf of the wardrobe.”
His gentle voice tickled her heart. It was a voice completely different from her husband’s, who had been perpetually angry ever since they started running the inn.
Her husband was a hunter who had retired and opened the inn due to a decline in his skills. He would constantly grumble, asking why a former hunter like himself had to cater to the whims of guests.
I was his party member, and I adapted just fine...
Perhaps her husband falling ill was a form of divine punishment. At first, she had felt lost, not knowing what to do, but now she felt free.
Her daughter, whom she had once seen only as someone to protect, had grown into a wonderful helper at the inn, and she had even managed to get medicinal herbs from a handsome man named Sma.
“Here’s the pillow. Lift your waist a little.”
“Yes.”
The hand that brushed against her as he tucked the pillow in was large and firm. It was the hand of a reliable man.
How long had it been since she felt a man’s touch? Though many men with wandering hands came to the inn, Izumi was also a former hunter. She had the skills to dodge a hand reaching for her buttocks and punish anyone who dared to sexually harass her.
Once she showed them the power of a mage who had cleared Mid-Rank Dungeons, most would either flee with their crotches soaking wet or eat their meals as quiet as mice.
Magic was also the reason Izumi’s inn prospered. Food made with magic was delicious. Even a simple Fire spell could deepen the flavor of a stew.
Did Sma know she was a mage? He probably didn't. He had come here without hearing the rumors about this inn.
The memory of the day they first met was still vivid. A man led in by a flushed, tanned guard. The moans that were loud enough to pierce through the inn’s walls, which she had thought were fairly soundproof. That stamina, satisfying a woman all through the early hours of the morning.
And when he brought several women... Every time she passed by Sma’s room and heard those moans, she would lose her focus. Izumi had been overwhelmed by the impulse to have sex with him.
She turned her head slightly to look at the man who had drawn out her femininity.
He had found the towels but was rummaging through the drawers because he couldn't find the oil. Seeing him reminded her of Tiarushi helping out with the inn work, and she felt a sense of warmth.
But then, Sma stopped rummaging and wore a peculiar smile. What did he see to make that face? The moment she saw the object in his hand, her heart sank.
“Izumi? What is this? It doesn't look like candy.”
A round piece of rubber inside a square wrapper. It was a condom made from slime fluid.
Why is that in the drawer?
Condoms were common items at an inn. They kept a couple in the guest rooms every day during cleaning for guests who stayed for that purpose.
But that was strictly for the guest rooms. It wasn't something that should be in her own room.
I remember now. When I placed a bulk order recently, I put one that I dropped while moving them to the warehouse into my pocket. I was too lazy to take it back, so I just tossed it in the drawer and forgot about it.
She wanted to make an excuse, but Sma didn't give her the chance.
“Your husband is ill, so he wouldn't be able to use a condom. Don't tell me you called me here for something other than a massage?”
“...”
“Well, that can't be it. I came here purely for a massage, so I’ll put this back in the drawer.”
Izumi buried her face in the pillow out of sheer embarrassment. It would be a lie to say she hadn't hoped for an adult conversation, but this was just too humiliating.
Sma wore a triumphant smile as he watched her reaction. It seemed she had kept the condom because she wanted to use protection, but in Sma’s dictionary, "condom sex" did not exist.
He had only had raw sex since his reincarnation; why would he start using condoms now? On the internet back in reality, people said wearing a condom ruined the sensation.
They said ultra-thin ones were similar to wearing nothing, but you still couldn't do a creampie. Sma had the grand goal of making a mother-daughter creampie. If he got into the habit of using contraceptives, it would likely become a hurdle when the time came to take them both.
So, he would only take the oil. When he returned to the bed with everything he needed, he saw Izumi, who was burning hot with flush.
She was so embarrassed that not only her ears but even the back of her neck was flushed red. Her body, visible beneath the see-through fabric, looked even more delicious.
“Then, I’ll begin the massage.”
He started with a scalp massage, which didn't require oil. Mehya had taught him that stimulating the right pressure points could relieve headaches and fatigue.
Following her teachings, he began stimulating the center of the crown. As Sma applied pressure with both thumbs, Izumi closed her eyes tightly.
Ah... my head feels so clear...
Even though he was stimulating the crown of her head—one of the body’s vital points—she felt strangely at ease. Her mind, which had been cluttered with the stresses of running the inn, went blank, leaving only a refreshing coolness.
Is this what a massage is?
A sense of refreshment, like drinking a cold beverage after a bath, washed over her entire body. But the massage had only just begun.
“The parts I just massaged are the crown and the Reaper Gun. Next is the front of the temples. Since you run an inn, Izumi, you must have some headaches. Massaging here will relieve them.”
“I... I see...”
The sensation was so good that her words slurred. This time, he used his entire hands, not just his fingers. The massage alone felt wonderful, but the calluses covering Sma’s hands felt so masculine that it turned her on.
I’m glad I’m wearing underwear. If I wasn't, he would have realized I’m wet down there.
But it was too early to feel relieved. Having confirmed that Izumi was excited from the head massage, Sma stealthily began to pull up her clothes.
Izumi, soaked in the refreshment of the massage, only noticed it after her one-piece dress had been pulled up to her shoulders.
“Lord Sma? Why are you taking off my clothes?”
“I can't do an oil massage with your clothes on.”
“Then there was no point in me changing. You should have just told me to take them off from the start.”
“If I told you to strip from the beginning, you might have refused. Now, hands up. Manse~”
“Hehe. 'Manse'? I’m not a child, you know.”
Feeling as if she had become younger, Izumi’s mood lifted. Sma stripped her of her clothes in one go and even unhooked her bra.
With that, Izumi’s smooth back was revealed. Her skin was so elastic it was hard to believe she was a woman who had given birth. She had a bit of flesh on her, but it was just the right amount, making her body perfect to touch.
Sma salivated as he placed his hands on Izumi’s shoulders. His hands sank into her flesh, which was as soft as marshmallows.
“Mmm...”
Just as Sma enjoyed Izumi’s soft flesh, Izumi enjoyed the man’s hands on her bare skin. But the pleasant time was brief. His hands pulled away.
“Sma?”
“I’m going to apply the oil.”
As Sma popped the cap off the glass bottle, the scent of lavender wafted out. It was a subtle scent that tickled the nose, suggesting it was quite an expensive oil.
As Sma slathered the oil onto Izumi’s back, he asked, “By the way, why is this oil in your room? What do you use it for?”
“It’s something I use for moisturizing after I get out of the bath.”
“No wonder you always smell so good when I pass by you. It was thanks to this.”
“Was it?”
“Yes. And that means this oil suits your skin the best, Izumi. I can use it without any worries.”
Izumi couldn't focus on Sma’s words. The man’s touch, loosening her knotted back muscles... Her entire body felt limp and heavy, and all her senses except for sight became heightened.
With the lavender oil overflowing into her sensitive nose, she felt as if she were buried in a lavender forest. And Sma’s touch was gradually becoming more erotic. As he stroked down her back, a tingling sensation pierced through her spine.
“Haaah...”
A moan of pleasure escaped Izumi’s lips despite herself. It felt as if her back had turned into an erogenous zone. When Sma touched her shoulder blades, her waist would involuntarily tense up, and when he pressed down on her muscles, her pussy juices flowed as heavily as if her clitoris were being touched directly.
It was a massage so pleasurable it was incomparable to her daughter rubbing her shoulders. Izumi had already become a slave to the massage.
“That should be enough for your back. Could you turn over? I’m going to show you my secret massage technique.”
“Ye-es...”
Only after turning over did Izumi realize her bra was off. She instinctively tried to cover her breasts, but Sma caught her wrists.
This put Sma in a position where he was hovering over Izumi. Their faces were so close that their noses would touch if he leaned in just a little more.
“S-Sma?”
“They’re beautiful breasts, so why try to hide them? Don't be shy, show me.”
“But, the breasts of an older woman like me...”
“Don't say that. Your breasts are as beautiful as any virgin’s. I could even explain to you, one by one, exactly how they are beautiful.”
He wasn't lying. To Sma, who had only eaten women with pink nipples so far, her slightly brownish nipples felt fresh. Like a married woman who had raised a child on her milk, her milk dispensers were also quite desirable.
He could give her high marks for the fact that they didn't sag even while she was lying down. Unable to withstand Sma’s gaze, Izumi relaxed her arms.
“I’ll show you...”
“Good choice. Then, I’ll continue the massage.”
Having obtained permission, Sma began to touch her breasts. He placed his palms against the underside of her breasts and then cupped the outsides, just as he would while having sex.
“Nnh...”
“Are you excited? It’s just a massage, isn't it?”
“No. It’s just... your hands are so firm, Lord Sma... it feels different.”
“It’s a good thing I massaged your shoulders earlier. Carrying around such large, soft things must have put a lot of strain on your shoulders.”
“That’s true.”
Sma’s hands gradually moved up. He deliberately avoided the nipples, persistently kneading the surrounding area, and then rubbed the areolae with his fingers as if by accident.
“Haaah...”
“It feels good, doesn't it? There’s a way to make it feel even better.”
“What is it?”
Sma didn't answer and instead circled his fingertips around her areolae. Her stiffly erect nipples practically begged to be touched.
But Sma absolutely did not touch the nipples. He only teased the surrounding area to torment Izumi with desire.
“Haah. Haah...”
“Are you asking even though you know? I’m going to directly touch the milk dispensers that fed Tiarushi when she was a baby. I guarantee you’ll feel a pleasure like nothing you’ve ever tasted before.”
“Ngh...”
Izumi thought to herself. I’m already going crazy, and it can get even better? My nipples are going to be touched directly while my husband is lying right next to me?
But it’s okay. I’m not having sex like I originally thought. This is strictly a massage. What’s so strange about getting a massage next to my husband?
Having made an excuse to herself, Izumi unleashed her desire.
“Touch them. Please touch the nipples that raised Tiarushi directly...”
“Well said. You’re being honest.”
Sma pinched Izumi’s nipples and lifted them upward. Having seized the pleasure she craved, Izumi reached her climax right then and there.
“Huaaaaaah!!”
Her waist arched along with her breasts, and her pussy juices soaked her panties through.