The Final Masterminds Are Obsessed with My Foot Jelly
The princess's palace melted like butter, soft and overflowing with abundance.
The aftereffects of the camping trip proved far greater than anyone had anticipated. Of course, the good kind.
Thanks to Kailian meeting the spirits in the forest and washing away her trauma, her happy mode remained steadfast even after returning to the imperial palace.
The issue lay in how she expressed that overflowing happiness: by feeding me nonstop.
"Blanc, aah~ This time it's premium tuna belly caught from the northern seas. It melts in your mouth."
"Blanc, look at this. The highest-grade goat's milk from the imperial farm, fresh this morning. You must drink it warm."
"Blanc, want some jerky? Cheese? Eh, no need to hesitate—let's just eat it all."
The moment I woke in the morning, a tender veal filet steak appeared before me, followed at lunch by salmon salad where only the salmon was selected and offered. Snacks arrived without pause in the form of smoked duck sent directly by the emperor.
Saintess Lina joined the fray, delivering temple treasures of delicacies, leaving no room for refusal.
The result now lay bare before my eyes.
"..."
I lay flat on my back atop the bed, staring at my stomach with a heavy heart.
Between strands of white fur, a plump, round belly protruded, its pink flesh subtly gleaming.
With every breath, it jiggled with a lively 'pong, pong'—a bouncy, heavy mass of fat.
*Am I... okay like this?*
Might I end up not as a mighty tiger but simply as a pig?
A flicker of doubt stirred my pride as a beast.
This was no chiseled tiger abs. It was more like overly fermented bread dough.
I tested it with a light tap of my front paw.
*Sploosh.*
The soft, heavy wave spread through my entire body, as if through a water bed.
*Oh no. At this rate, I might have to roll around instead of walk.*
"Cyawooh..."
After finishing my bath in the bathroom, Princess Kailian returned and spotted me.
Her gaze, after setting the towel aside, landed precisely on my stomach. Her pupils dilated instantly.
"...Blanc."
"Cyawo...?"
You got fat too, huh?
She approached me like someone entranced, swaying.
Unable to hold back, she buried her face in my belly, her damp hair cascading down.
*Squish.*
"Haa... I've gone mad... it's so soft..."
*Qwoo...*
Heavy...!
Kailian inhaled the fragrant scent of milk from my stomach and let out a delighted moan.
"After returning from the forest, you've become even softer. Look at this elasticity. It's better than the world's most expensive goose-feather pillow. Softer than clouds."
She gently kneaded my belly with both hands.
It wasn't unpleasant. Honestly, it felt quite good.
The warmth from her touch triggered a pleasant drowsiness as digestion worked its magic.
Without realizing, I began purring, my throat vibrating into a deep *gurrrung...* song.
My front paw stretched out naturally.
*Grrrrr...*
It was pure instinct—memories of seeking my mother's embrace or the tiger's subconscious urge to flatten a comfortable bed.
My foot jelly touched her silk pajamas on her thigh.
*Press, press.*
I spread my toes then curled them, kneading with rhythmic pressure using the soft jelly's elasticity.
"...!!"
Kailian's body stiffened instantly.
She lifted her head, eyes wide with trembling wonder as she gazed at me.
"Blanc... are you... massaging me right now?"
"Kyuwoo?"
No, it's just because it's fluffy and my instincts kicked in.
My paw refused to stop.
Left, right. Press, press.
My claws left faint, pleasurable scratches on her thigh as they moved in and out.
"...The world..."
Kailian covered her mouth in awe.
"Our Blanc... worried that I might be tired from unpacking after the camping trip... so I gave you a massage with my fern-like paws... You're a genius, a true genius."
She interpreted my kneading however she pleased.
As long as the butler was happy, it was fine.
Just don't turn into a saintess like that.
Well, if something's good, there's no need to correct it.
I doubled my efforts, pressing harder. Every movement of my paw made my belly bounce in rhythm.
The door burst open with a crash as if it might shatter, and Saintess Lina barged in. She no longer expected even a knock.
"Your Highness! I've brought the temple's finest wool blankets for the divine beast... uh... what?!"
"Cyawo..."
The temple must have some forbidden etiquette rule.
Lina couldn't finish her sentence and stood frozen in place.
Kailian lay with the calmest expression imaginable, while I hovered above her with a slightly serious face, performing my kneading.
Lina's emerald eyes blazed with jealousy and shock.
"T-that is...!"
She screamed and rushed to the bedside.
"Isn't this the legendary kneading technique?!"
"...What?"
"The blessing ritual bestowed only upon those chosen by the divine beast! Using foot jelly to inject sacred energy, purifying the soul and washing away physical fatigue!"
"Kyuwoo...?"
No other topic exists for the gods?
It's just stepping on it with my feet, but she gives it such a grand name. Yet Lina's eyes already shimmered as if with a holy aura.
"Your Highness! Move aside! I want it too! I want it too!"
Lina tried to scramble onto the bed despite the scolding.
Kailian hugged me tightly, adopting a defensive stance.
"No! Blanc promised it only to me! Get away!"
"How shameless! As the saintess, I deserve the blessing too!!"
"If you're a saintess, cure it with prayer! Why covet someone else's tiger?"
The two women engaged in a childish argument.
Annoyed, I yawned widely.
Ah, with my belly so full, hunger struck again. If only there were something tasty to eat, I'd consider it.
"Cyawo."
Hungry.
I let out a short cry and thumped my tail.
Lina reacted instantly.
"Divine Beast Lord! I come bearing gifts!"
From her bosom, Lina pulled out a silver box.
When she opened the lid, the rich aroma of smoked meat filled the room.
"It's the white pheasant breast jerky caught only in the northern snow mountains! Cured in honey, it's incredibly tender and sweet! I smuggled it from the temple's underground treasure vault... no, I brought it in officially!"
"Cyaar!"
*Click.* In truth, I had always liked Saintess Lina for her straightforward nature.
My eyes widened. Northern pheasant meat? Bringing something so rare—Saintess Lina was different after all.
I slid off Kailian's lap and walked toward Lina.
A gluttonous beast has no hesitation.
"No, Blanc! Don't go! I'll give you something even tastier!"
"Cyawo..."
Sorry, Butler, I want to try the white pheasant too.
Kailian wailed, but the sweet scent of jerky already dominated my nose.
Lina knelt reverently on the bed.
"Please, divine beast. My shoulder muscles are a bit tight. Please step on them with your holy jelly."
I climbed onto her back.
The priestess's robes made the surface surprisingly soft. Stepping felt wonderful.
I placed the heavy weight of my belly and began kneading with full sincerity.
*Press, press.*
A muffled groan escaped Lina's lips.
"Hurts?"
Kailian asked with jealous eyes.
"No... too... refreshing...!"
Lina wore an expression of ecstasy.
It wasn't simple foot pressure. My recent weight gain and the pressure from my foot jelly combined perfectly to strike the tense muscles exactly.
"Cyaar."
How's that? Refreshing?
My special warm body temperature flowed down her spine.
"Oh... oh God... chronic fatigue is washed away... ten-year-old waste is disappearing!"
Lina gripped the bedsheet, tears of emotion streaming down.
"This isn't a simple massage. It's an exorcism! The evil energy inside my body is being trampled out by the jelly! Hallelujah!"
*Is there evil energy in a saintess's body? Then she wouldn't be a saintess?*
I looked down at my foot jelly.
This time, maybe I should open a massage shop. A sign reading "Divine Beast Therapy" would make a fortune.
"Enough! Since you gave me the jerky, it's my turn now!"
Kailian shoved Lina aside without mercy.
She regained her position and lay down again.
"Blanc, here on my belly. It feels a bit cold. Warm it up for me."
"Kyoong."
The butler loves my belly so much.
Kailian wanted the warmth of my belly more than my kneading.
I flattened myself over her belly in a bread-like pose.
My bouncing belly touched hers.
"Haa... it's warm..."
Kailian closed her eyes and smiled.
My body temperature ran higher than a human's. Plus, the insulating effect of my thick belly fat was outstanding.
It was like a living fur hot pack.
"Lina, did you see? Blanc's belly is a masterpiece. Even if you paid money, you couldn't buy it."
"I admit it. That heaviness... that stability... surpasses any holy relic in the temple."
Lina poked my rear with envy.
"Your Highness, but the divine beast... after the camping trip, you seem to have gained some weight. Your side lines..."
"Cyawooh..."
...I hate the saintess.
The saintess had spoken the taboo word.
Kailian's expression sharpened instantly.
"Weight? Be careful with your words. It's a divine insult."
"No, but objectively, when you walk, it jiggles..."
"This isn't fat."
Kailian declared solemnly.
"This is a happiness pouch."
"Kyuwoo...?"
"...What?"
"Blanc stored the happiness from too much joy in the forest in my body. So this isn't fat—it's a state of overflowing happiness. Got it?"
Butler... is that true?
It was miraculous reasoning, yet oddly convincing.
Yes, this wasn't fat. It was the symbol of accumulated imperial delicacies in my body—the very essence of happiness.
I boldly jutted out my belly.
You all fed it to me!
"Ah, I see. I judged too hastily with my shallow knowledge. The divine beast is currently in a state of excessive happiness."
Lina quickly understood. This woman must have a brain filtered by faith.
"Then to keep my happiness pouch from shrinking, I'll prepare a midnight snack of lamb steak. Fresh from the temple farm."
"Got it. Load it with plenty of cheese too. You're growing, so you can't skimp on nutrition."
The two women dove into a serious dietary meeting to maintain my belly.
I listened to their conversation like a lullaby, eyes closing atop Kailian's belly.
Warm, full, and my body felt at ease.
The camping had been nice, but nothing beat home.
Sometimes kneading duties weren't so bad.
If my belly gets a bit rounder...
It's called a happiness pouch, after all.
In my dream, I rode a tree where white pheasant jerky dangled like fruits, my belly jiggling with each step.
*Peng, peng.*
In the room, the sound of pure happiness echoed.