Chapter 21
Chapter 21
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 21
Chapter Title: Ulstro Kingdom - Princess Knight (3)
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Valdes had drained four loads of semen from Glet over the course of an hour.
Thanks to that, she—who had already been utterly exhausted from physical training—collapsed in a heap, completely spent. In the end, Valdes had to hastily clean up before heading off to visit Mercedes.
Knock knock.
"Excuse me, it's Valdes."
"C-come in."
The door clicked open.
Valdes's eyes went wide as he stepped inside without a second thought.
Oof.
Honestly, he hadn't expected much from her outfit. Unlike demons or commoners, nobles tended to be strangely conservative when it came to clothing.
Mercedes was no different. And he hadn't imagined she'd wear something revealing just because a man was coming to give her a massage.
And his assumption had been spot on.
The exposure level was definitely low. The only skin visible on her pale complexion was her face, neck, and hands.
But.
Damn, that's hot.
The princess seemed to have no clue about what stirred a man's desires. Or maybe she knew all too well.
"Wh-what's wrong?"
"No, I just... You look absolutely stunning."
"Eek... Thanks."
Mercedes was wearing a full-body stocking—the kind worn under armor.
Of course, she had elbow-length short sleeves and knee-length shorts on top and bottom. Even those looked baggy, clearly borrowed in a rush from Squire Elza. A commoner like her would own clothes with this level of exposure anyway.
"Shall we get started right away? Or..."
"R-right away."
She shuffled awkwardly toward the bed. She was so tense that instead of crossing her arms and legs naturally while walking, she was syncing them instead, making her movements even stiffer.
"Have you been waiting long?"
"Mm, no."
No my ass.
The scuff marks on the floor from her dragging her indoor slippers back and forth were plain as day.
Mercedes stopped in front of the bed and glanced back at him.
"H-how should I sit?"
"Hmm... Exactly which areas do you want massaged?"
"Huh? Well, for now, just the shoulders... that sort of thing."
"Then have a seat on the edge of the bed."
"Okay."
As he instructed, she perched on the side of the bed. Valdes slipped off his slippers and climbed onto the bed, kneeling.
"Excuse me for a moment."
Whether it was because it was a knight's bedroom or because she was a princess, the bed's quality was clearly superior. It wasn't just endlessly soft; it cradled the body just right.
He shuffled on his knees behind her. Through the loose top, he caught glimpses inside. The stockings hid her skin, but the curves of her breasts were still perfectly outlined.
The same went for the rest. A quick glance showed how the clinging stockings highlighted the lines of her arms and legs.
So this is arousal without exposure.
Entertaining the idle thought, he spoke to her.
"Try not to tense up too much."
"Ah, yeah. Sorry. It's shakier than I thought."
Mercedes swallowed the saliva pooling in her mouth from the tension. A small but audible gulp echoed. The room was quiet, and they were so close.
Her throat flushed bright red.
"...Can't be helped. I'm going to touch you now."
Pretending not to hear, he cautiously brought his hands to her shoulders.
"Okay... Eek."
Just the brush of his fingertips over her clothes drew a stifled moan from the princess. Even with two layers—stockings and short sleeves—between skin and skin, the sensation hit raw and direct.
The source of that feeling was the charm magic emanating from Valdes's fingertips, but she had no way of knowing that.
"Is this okay?"
"...It's fine."
Why does this feel so good...?
He started with the standard technique: thumbs pressing into her back, the other four fingers forward, gripping her shoulders.
"Hoo..."
Confirming her exhaling breath laced with faint warmth, he slowly moved his hands.
"Eek, uh.... Oo..., Haa..."
Feels so refreshing...
Just kneading her shoulders melted away the tension from moments ago like snow. The sensation of his moderately thick fingers softly pressing her muscles was invigorating.
"Aah..."
I was an idiot.
In truth, Mercedes had wondered if Valdes's massages might be amateurish.
Maybe the other squires had praised him just to spare his feelings, or perhaps he'd lied about massaging them and only wanted an excuse to touch her skin.
But she was wrong.
Valdes's skills were the real deal.
"Ahhaa..."
"Not bad, right?"
"Ah, yeah... No, not just not bad. Hoo, it's really good."
If she'd met him under different circumstances, she'd have hired him as her personal masseur. Of course, employing a demon-hybrid to touch royalty directly was out of the question.
"I'm glad you like it, Mercedes."
Of course you do.
It was a given.
His massage techniques had been honed on the Demon King herself. He already knew the female body inside out, so against women, his massages were top-tier. No man could compare.
And layered on top: subtle charm magic.
But he hadn't come here just to massage.
Time to get started.
After ten minutes of steady shoulder work, his hands shifted.
"Mm? Huh?"
Mercedes tensed again for a split second, then relaxed at where his hands landed.
Just her neck.
Valdes's right hand gently kneaded her neck muscles.
This much should be fine.
It's just the neck, after all.
That's what she'll think.
And that was the danger.
Just. Only. It's just. This much. Around here.
Raise the threshold bit by bit, and suddenly you're touching vital, intimate spots. He'd decide how far based on her reactions, but he planned to cover as much ground as possible.
"Your muscles are really knotted up."
"Huu... R-really?"
"Yeah, doesn't it hurt when you move?"
"Mm... Hnng, kinda... Haa, ah, or maybe not...?"
Next came her arms. He wrapped his palm fully around her upper arm just below the shoulder. Firm yet soft muscles met his touch—befitting the vice commander of the three great knight orders.
Not bulky, though. Just a touch thicker than a woman her size. You wouldn't notice visually; only by touch.
Knights rarely favored muscle training, men or women alike. Unless they had a talent for it or lacked mana aptitude, investing time in mana yielded better results.
So they trained mana, or stamina and agility instead.
"You probably can't feel it much right now."
"Mm...?"
"But after a reverse massage like this, people often realize just how refreshed they feel."
"Haang, I-is that so..."
Mercedes was no exception.
Thanks to that, Valdes could savor perfectly massageable muscles.
He squeezed her arm. The flesh yielded slightly before muscle pushed back. He focused his five fingertips on it.
"Haaa..."
"Now for your back."
"...Huh? Back?"
Mercedes snapped alert. She'd clearly said only shoulders, yet somehow she'd already yielded her neck and upper arms past the elbows.
"W-wait, hnng..."
She tried to stop him, but he was already pressing her back.
"Huh? What's wrong?"
"Uh, well..."
She hesitated.
Should I stop him? Or just let it go?
As a knight, the back was crucial. If an enemy targeted it seriously from behind, you couldn't block without turning—tough to do.
It wasn't as sturdy as limbs, either, and often tied directly to life or death. You wouldn't expose it unless you utterly trusted someone.
But as a woman, it was different. Excluding face and limbs, it was the easiest spot to reveal and flaunt allure.
"Mercedes?"
Could she entrust her back to him as a knight?
Yes.
Did she want to show her back to him as a woman?
...Yes.
The conclusion came swiftly. Absurd reasoning, perhaps, but utterly Mercedes.
"No, it's fine. ...Keep going."
"Ah, yes!"
Valdes sounded thrilled, which lifted her spirits too.
But the back massage differed from her expectations.
"Mm..."
Definitely refreshing.
But lacking.
Weaker than shoulders, neck, or arms. Even pressing the back muscles didn't penetrate deep. It felt like he was just skimming the surface.
What's this about?
Two reasons.
One: back skin was less sensitive than other areas.
Two: he'd dialed back the charm magic effect.
Can't keep doing it seated.
Noticing her dissatisfaction, he muttered softly.
"Hmm, probably because she's not lying down? Not working well."
"......"
Not too quiet to miss.
She pondered again, but decided faster this time.
"Valdes."
"Yes?"
"...Let's change position."
"Lie down? Then..."
"I'll... lie down."
"...Yes."
Unaware of the sinister smile creeping behind her, she lay face-down on the bed.
Her weary body and loosening muscles sank into the plush mattress, drowsiness hitting hard.
As her eyes half-closed, Valdes's hands crushed into her back.
Ah, can't sleep...
"Huuung...♡"
A lewd nasal moan she could never imagine from herself.
Her body stiffened in embarrassment.
"Should be better for the massage now."
But Valdes ignored it, diving into a full back massage.
"Hng, eek, hng, ah, heung, eek, ah, ah, aang."
Each press drew sharp moans. She half-folded her arms, clamping hands over her mouth. But leaks slipped through her fingers.
Her face burned red with shame as his voice came from behind.
"It's fine to moan. Massages always make sounds like that."
"Ah, ah, hng, yeah, r-right?"
"Yes."
Valdes replied as if it were obvious.
Her nerves eased. She felt silly for tensing up alone.
"R-right, yeah, nng, that's, normal."
Lulled, she surrendered to his touch.
"Ah, ah, aah, heung, heung, eek, mm♡"
Cute nasal tones mixed in.
Then his hands slid downward.
"...!"
Her body twitched faintly. But she said nothing, made no move. Just stayed quiet.
At that silent permission, his hands glided smoothly.
Hot palms met her waist. Crucial muscles for movement. Built-up fatigue drained away with his strokes.
"Hng, uh, uh, haaa..."
She figured she could endure this much.
"Clothes are dulling the feel over fabric."
"Mm?"
"I'll just lift this part for a sec."
"...Huh?"
Acting as if permitted, he naturally hiked up her top, baring her waist. Stockings still covered it, but the sensation shifted dramatically.
And moreover.
"...Aah, uuung, hng!"
Just one layer gone—only fabric between skin now—and it felt too good.
She noticed her moans growing louder but couldn't hold back.
"Haa, V-Valdesng..."
Hot sensation surging from deep within, she tried to stop him. Even a naive virgin like her knew the signs.
This was sexual arousal.
"Hoo, hoo, yes?"
A drop like a water bead fell behind her.
Valdes was breathing hard, sweating from the focused effort.
Yet here she was, a woman getting aroused just from a massage.
Shame overtook her, like self-rebuke.
"......N-no, never mind."
She couldn't stop him after all.
And she'd pay the price with her body.
"We've done the whole upper body anyway, might as well do legs too."
"Eh, eh, eek...?"
"That's fine... right?"
"...Yeah, do whatever."
At this point, what did it matter where he massaged?
She relaxed again.
Only she'd feel embarrassed here, only she'd get aroused from the massage. She could just endure the excitement.
Or so she thought.
Until Valdes's hands
paused at her thighs.