Please Don't Touch Me! Yohan! (2)
Sophia's room. On the bed lay a moisture-absorbing pad specially designed so the sheets would never grow damp no matter how much sweat poured out.
"Lady Sophia. Are you ready yet?"
"J-just a second!"
A clattering racket came from the bathroom. He couldn't understand why changing into something comfortable for a massage was proving so difficult.
They had already seen each other naked, hadn't they? Granted, he had shown his body of his own free will while Sophia's had been exposed against her will—but seeing was seeing.
Still, she had asked him to wait, so wait he would. After lighting an incense stick that cost more than a full meal, he checked that the aroma oil was still good.
Smelled nice. Hadn't gone rancid.
"Lady Sophia. Still not done?"
"Almost!"
While he waited he flipped through the massage manual. The claim that its author was the most famous masseur in the Divine Realm hadn't been empty boasting—the more he read, the more useful tips he found.
Of course, there were also tips he had no intention of following. The book insisted a masseur must suppress all sexual desire, because angering a goddess could get him swatted like a fly.
That was exactly why cowards never won a woman's heart. He didn't know this Nguyen fellow, but the man was clearly a lifelong virgin.
"Lady Sophia?"
"I'm done! I'm—huff—coming out now!"
Sophia timidly nudged the door open with her shoulder. She had perfectly good hands; she could have used them on the doorknob instead of covering her nipples and pussy.
He did not approve.
"It's not even that revealing. Why are you acting like this?"
"Whaaat?! Not revealing? There's nothing covering me at all!"
Tears welled in her eyes as she snapped at him. The goddess really didn't know a thing.
"Massages are normally done completely naked. I only allowed the nipple patches and the pussy cover for your sake."
"I'd rather just be naked..."
"Want to strip all the way, then?"
Fine by him. He would miss the fun of peeling off the patches and cover, but he would gain the pleasure of watching her sex change with every touch.
So that was where the saying "to gain one thing you must give up another" came from. The wisdom of adults wasn't always right, but sometimes it was.
"No..."
"Then we're good. Lie down on the bed."
"H-how?"
"On your stomach, of course."
Sophia stood awkwardly, still covering her breasts and pussy. She looked like a herbivore about to bolt, and it was adorable.
"Then my butt will be completely exposed..."
"Worried it looks bad? Your face is pretty, your breasts are big and firm, and your ass is every bit as impressive."
It was a pelvis and backside you never saw on East Asians back on Earth—something only the most blessed Western genes could produce. Only the most famous femme-fatale celebrities overseas could even come close to Sophia.
"So don't be shy."
"That's not—haah. Whatever. What was I even expecting from you, Yohan."
Sophia dropped the hands covering her chest. Good thing he had given her the small nipple patches.
They barely covered the nipples themselves; the pink areolae peeked out around the edges.
And the pussy cover? A pathetic little C-shaped scrap of cloth clung desperately to her. When she unclenched her thighs, the outline of her sex showed clearly for a moment.
He wanted to look longer, but she flopped face-down onto the bed, denying him. Still, a new view presented itself.
"Why are you staring like that?"
"Because you're beautiful."
True to her reputation as a woman with a mean right hook, Sophia's back muscles were well developed. Not the dense, compact build of an athlete, but the toned look of a woman who diligently did pilates or yoga.
And the ass that rose sharply from those firm erector spinae was mouth-watering. Each cheek was so plump he couldn't cup it fully in one hand.
When she tensed with nerves, the flesh quivered deliciously.
Most of all, the breasts crushed against the mattress. On an ordinary woman they would simply vanish when she lay prone, but Sophia's massive tits spilled out on both sides.
They were so huge they acted as natural cushions, keeping her head from even touching the pillow.
"I'll get you another pillow."
"..."
Sophia hid her face in embarrassment. When he handed her the pillow she obediently buried her face in it.
"..."
"What was that? I can't hear you with the pillow in the way."
"...Start."
"Then the massage dedicated to the goddess—begins now!"
Sophia wanted to crawl into a hole and die of shame. Just as Yohan had said, she had already been naked plenty of times.
Not merely seen—touched as well. If you added up every time she had stroked, sucked, or rubbed his cock between her breasts, it easily numbered in the dozens.
But this is way too embarrassing...
Even when they shared a bath she had worn at least something. Even when she gave him a paizuri she had kept her lower half covered.
Now she was practically naked. And Yohan was freely admiring the rear view she herself could never see.
"Yohan... just hurry up and start..."
She was so mortified that only the massage itself might distract her enough to think of anything else.
"Your body's already heated up, so I'll start by applying oil to calm you down."
"Fine."
Anything's fine, just start already.
Sophia felt the cool touch of his hands on her back.
"Hieut!"
Ordinarily the contact would have meant nothing, but the incense filling the room, the strangely sensual atmosphere, and her slightly flushed body all combined to make her hypersensitive.
"We haven't even properly started and you're already enjoying it?"
"No. You just startled me."
"Then I'll have to soothe you since I startled you."
Yohan's large hands swept oil across her back. The thin film coating her skin felt wonderful.
Maybe it felt even better because the lingering sensation of his hands remained.
"They say a god's muscles don't knot easily, and it looks like that's true. Your skin's nice too. Probably because your minion never stresses you out."
"Mmmngh..."
Lulled into a pleasant haze, Sophia magnanimously ignored the nonsense coming from the very source of her stress.
The combination of incense and aroma oil was that powerful. Before she knew it the oil coating on her back was finished and his hands had moved to the side-boob that jutted out.
"Heuut!"
Sophia's mind snapped back to clarity. She had allowed him to touch her breasts countless times, yet the gentle way he rubbed the sides of them felt entirely different.
"W-wait."
"Ah-ah. You have to trust your masseur and surrender your body. If you keep squirming like that it won't work."
"That's not—hieuk!"
Yohan thoroughly ignored the center of her breasts crushed against the bed and tormented only the sides.
Side-boob might be less sensitive than the middle, but when it was worked so relentlessly the story changed.
Every time he kneaded the sides, her entire breasts jiggled. Her now-sensitive nipples, mashed into the sheets, bloomed with a soft, steady pleasure.
"Just—just a second, stop."
That was what she said, yet part of her hoped he wouldn't stop. Yohan, being the cruel sort, actually listened.
"It's hard to keep massaging your chest in this position, so I'll move lower."
"...I hate you."
"I stopped exactly like you asked. Why are you mad?"
"I still hate you."
Unable to bear the embarrassment, Sophia buried her face in the pillow. Even without looking she knew Yohan was grinning.
Just as she predicted, a broad smile spread across Yohan's face as he gazed at the goddess's firm, plump ass.
How do I touch this so word spreads that I did an amazing job?
First he needed to raise her sensitivity with the special aroma oil. He had fondled her breasts to his heart's content, but this was his first time with her ass, and he was looking forward to it.
Slap.
"Oh."
The moment he laid hands on Sophia's backside, Yohan couldn't help but marvel. It clung to his palms of its own accord without him doing a thing.
"What is it?"
"Your ass is just so springy, Lady Sophia. Still, I should palpate it properly in case there's any trouble."
"Hyaaat!"
Yohan kneaded Sophia's ass to his heart's content. This was no ordinary groping. Every secret technique from the Divine Realm's greatest masseur, passed down through that book, was poured into his hands.
Yohan's natural talent for craftsmanship elevated the massage into a masterpiece. He moved from ass to thighs to calves, melting every knot of muscle.
"Hwaaang. Hwaaaang."
Before long Sophia could only moan. Every place he touched woke up, its senses sharpened to a razor edge.
She herself had never thought her muscles were tight. She had never felt the need for a massage—yet Yohan's hands were different.
It was a refreshing sensation that seemed to dissolve not only physical fatigue but even the weariness piled up in her soul!
"Feel the fatigue melting away? I heard gods have a chronic condition called divine-power congestion."
"There was... something like that...?"
"Young gods apparently don't know about it. It shows up if you go too long without proper care. When divine power clogs, growth stalls and you start using your power wrong."
"I seeee..."
Sophia melted into a warm, languid puddle. Yohan's serious voice, his gentle hands, and the fragrance rising from the incense all soothed her body and mind.
Yohan wiped the sweat from his brow. A divine massage burned through a surprising amount of stamina.
Sophia's almost completely under. Just a little more effort and I'm there.
What was he giving this massage for, after all? To develop Sophia's erogenous zones, of course.
He had worked the back thoroughly; time to flip her over.
"Lady Sophia. I've loosened everything in the back, so turn over and lie face-up now."
"Mmngh."
Sophia obediently rolled onto her back. The heavy tits that had been crushed against the mattress sprang free and bounced violently.