Opened Lower Body
A short while later, the sound of guests coming down for breakfast began to echo through the inn.
"Ah, I'm starving! Breakfast for four, landlady!"
"Yes, yes! Just a moment."
The landlady hurried toward the counter, and I naturally stood beside her to help out.
"Thanks for the meal, landlady! That soup smells amazing today!"
"Eat up, everyone. I'll give you more if it's not enough."
On the surface, she greeted the guests with her usual smile, but the situation below the counter—hidden from view—was entirely different.
Smoothly. I pressed up against her side and began stroking the plump curve of her ass even through her skirt.
"Nh...!"
A muffled moan escaped her lips, but I ignored it, gripping and kneading her ass firmly, playing with it like it was mine.
"Hey, landlady! More soup... Uh, you okay? You look hurt."
"Oh, it's nothing. My finger from earlier is just stinging..."
As the mercenary took his soup and headed back to his seat, the landlady's gaze toward me had completely changed. It was intense and sultry, like she wanted to wrap me up and devour me—a sticky, seductive look as the woman's instincts, suppressed for over ten years, began to awaken.
Smoothly. In that moment, a warm hand settled over the front of my pants.
'Huh?'
I froze slightly in surprise at her sudden move, but she kept her eyes forward, curling her lips into a subtle smile just for me. Her hand soon groped over my pants, grasping my center and kneading and rubbing it in return.
In response to her bold advance, I shifted the hand that had been massaging her ass, brushing lightly against her most intimate spot.
"Hah...!"
Her shoulders jerked sharply, and she shot me a reproachful glare.
"Check, please."
Just then, a guest who had finished eating approached the counter, and we both withdrew our hands in perfect sync. The landlady flashed her usual pretty smile as if nothing had happened.
"Yes, thank you! That's 10 coppers."
"Good meal."
With the last guest leaving the inn, only the landlady and I remained in the once-bustling first-floor hall. As we cleaned and moved about, she suddenly let out a groan.
"Hoo... It's so hot today."
A deliberate act disguised as a mutter. Knowing I'd look, she undid a couple more buttons on her thin blouse. Between the parted collar, her deep cleavage glistened with beads of sweat, fully exposed.
She fanned herself as if cooling off, sending me a sticky, suggestive glance. After all my teasing, now she was the one making the first move.
"Yeah, unusually hot."
I smirked, grabbing the hem of my shirt and flapping it to cool down. Each time the fabric lifted, my abs peeked out, and I could feel her gaze locking hungrily onto my stomach.
But her provocation didn't stop there. While cleaning the floor, she suddenly dropped to her hands and knees.
"Oh dear, there's a hole in the floor."
Her thin skirt stretched taut over her full ass—the same one I'd kneaded for so long—its lines brazenly protruding. Pretending to inspect a scratch, she wiggled it enticingly and glanced back over her shoulder with a seductive upward look.
'She's really going all out.'
I swallowed a dry laugh inwardly and approached from behind. Without hesitation, I knelt and leaned in close, just like her.
"Is there? Let me check."
But instead of the floor, my hand naturally landed on her wiggling, tempting ass. As I gripped and kneaded it, a suppressed moan finally burst from her lips.
"Nh, uhn...!"
"Yeah, we should fix it before it gets bigger, huh?"
I whispered in her ear, my hand sliding lower. When I brushed her secret spot, her whole body shuddered violently, and she finally couldn't take it anymore, springing up from her spot.
Unable to contain her overheated body any longer, perhaps. She stood abruptly and headed for the inn's door, even though the sun was still high.
Click.
She flipped the open sign to closed, then glanced back at me.
"Business ends here for today. I'm so tired. You rest too, Sian."
With that, she slowly ascended the stairs to the second floor. That sultry glance down at me as she climbed was as good as an outright invitation to follow her to her room.
Realizing her patience had reached its limit, I tossed the rag in my hand aside and headed upstairs at a leisurely pace to her lair.
Knock knock.
"Come in... The door's open."
Her trembling voice came from beyond. I entered and immediately locked the door behind me.
There she sat on the edge of the bed, blouse half-unbuttoned.
"You okay? You look really worn out."
"Yeah... My whole body's stiff."
"Want me to massage your shoulders?"
At my offer, she obediently turned her back to me. As my hands worked her neck and shoulders, she let out sweet moans without holding back.
"Haa, ahn... Sian, that feels so good... Right there, ungh..."
After a good while on her shoulders, the thoroughly aroused landlady twisted her body and whispered huskily.
"My legs too... could you?"
"Of course. Lie down on your stomach."
She slowly stretched out on the bed, and I climbed on, starting a slow, weighted massage from her calves up her thighs.
"Ah... that feels good..."
My hands moved past her thighs, grasping her full ass with both palms, then cautiously toward her pussy.
'Already soaked.'
With no resistance, I lightly brushed the area with my fingers.
"Aaht, nh... Not there!"
Under the pretext of a massage, the legitimate foreplay began, and she buried her face in the pillow, panting.
— Don't worry about sound leaking out. I've already activated the soundproofing magic!
'Good girl.'
Satisfied with Ria's thoughtfulness, I grabbed the hem of her skirt and yanked it up to her waist in one go. Between her bare ass cheeks, her thin panties were drenched from our morning provocations.
I pressed my fingers firmly against the sticky fabric and leaned down to her ear as she lay prone.
"Landlady, what if you get this wet during a massage?"
"Nh, ahn...!"
At my teasing words, she flinched and buried her face deeper in the pillow—a desperate effort to stifle her leaking moans.
"Hmph... mmph..."
But the muffled sounds, crushed against the thick cotton, only sounded more lewd.
I wasted no more time, gently shifting the soaked panty aside. My fingers slid smoothly into her already wet and ready pussy.
"Hmph—!"
Her hot, tight walls welcomed my fingers instantly, wrapping around them. The widow's body, starved for over ten years, ignited in a flash.
I curled my fingers, scraping her sensitive inner walls, starting the real foreplay. Her back arched like a bow, clutching the bedsheet tightly.
"Uh, hnnngh! ... Ahn!"
Her voice, panting into the pillow, was thick with pleasure and shame. Her efforts to hold back for fear of noise leaking to the floor below only fueled my sadistic urges.
I nibbled her earlobe and whispered low.
"Landlady, you don't have to hold back."
"Mmph...?"
"I've already cast magic so no sound escapes the room."
Understanding dawned, and her head snapped back from the pillow, her pent-up moans filling the room.
"Ah, aaang...! Haat, Si, Siaan!"
The more skillfully I plunged deep inside, the more she lost all reason, crying out wildly. Her reaction exploded in proportion to how long she'd held back.
"Haaang! Ah, I'm, I'm cumming, I'm going—!"
Soon, she shuddered violently amid ragged breaths, collapsing under my touch in ecstasy.
Her pale thighs quivered, the bedsheet soaked through. I slowly withdrew my fingers from between her legs. Sticky juices stretched in long strings between her pussy and my fingertips.
I stroked down her limp ass as she gasped roughly and asked,
"How was the massage? Feel good?"
At my cheeky question, she just heaved heavy breaths in response. She glared at me reproachfully, but her flushed face from pleasure and her heaving, voluptuous breasts told the honest truth more than words ever could.
I moved to the head of the bed.
"I'm tired too. Mind giving me a massage?"
She looked up at me with hazy eyes, still lost in the afterglow. Meeting her gaze, I shamelessly pulled down my pants. My cock, pent up since morning, sprang out swollen to bursting.
I gently took her wrist and guided her hand to it.
"Help me out too."
She stiffened in surprise at my brazen request but didn't pull away. Instead, like she was mesmerized by the warmth after ten long years, she swallowed hard, glanced at me, and tentatively began stroking up and down.
Smooth, smooth.
Each stroke sent jolts of pleasure up my spine. She too seemed entranced by the throbbing pillar in her hand, her breaths growing ever more ragged.
"Haa... It's so hot..."
After a long, silent bout of her hand moving, the landlady's eyes finally drowned completely in thick, sticky desire.