Dancing with the Suit (4)
For beastkin, the sensitive spots on their bodies vary. In-game, all sorts of areas popped up depending on the person—someone's shoulders, another's waist, or even their whole body for some. There's no one-size-fits-all rule for these hypersensitive zones, so as the masseur, you have no choice but to find them by hand. Especially with a mana massage, where precision matters even more.
But there are two spots that are universally sensitive for beastkin. One: the tail. And the other: the ears.
"Ah, haaah... h-hot..."
Rydmila reacted sharply. If I hadn't been supporting her from behind, she would've collapsed right there.
"No need to be embarrassed. You don't have to hold back your voice."
I gripped her ear a bit harder. To a normal person, it'd just feel like a gentle tug on the earlobe, but under the guise of my so-called Sun's Hand technique, it was far from ordinary.
"Letting out sounds helps release the bad mana knotted up inside you."
"Ah, ah-haaah... haaant..."
A pained moan escaped Rydmila's lips. Some people make weird grunts like "urghh" during massages, but hers? The kind that'd make anyone overhearing seriously misunderstand.
Rydmila was one of those. I was just unknotting her tangled mana like loosening tight muscles, but she moaned like she was burning with fever.
Tears streamed from her eyes.
It wasn't my fault, and it didn't hurt. The tears were just flushing out the impure mana along with her relief. The bad stuff in her body—call it her potential as an angel, those twisted thoughts wishing the whole world would crumble, hatred and resentment toward humanity, destructive urges. I was extracting it all.
More precisely: 'heavenly mana radiation.'
The mana from the heavens that especially clings to heroines. You might question how heaven could produce something like that, but it's mana with all the vicious properties of radiation. They sprinkle it down from the skies like acid rain mixed into rainwater, seeping into the earth. You absorb it naturally through breathing, but it latches onto spaces meant for your own mana whenever negative emotions flare up, hijacking those spots without the host noticing. It's parasitic.
And I'm using my mana to "normalize" these illegal squatters, clearing space for her real mana to flow properly.
She might not fully grasp it yet, but her body trembling with joy right now? That's why.
"Haa, haaah... aaaah!"
"Focus on the mana flow. How's it feel compared to usual?"
"Smoother... haa... thicker, flowing... hngh."
Rydmila answered obediently. She wasn't even looking ahead anymore—her mind was entirely on the mana surging through her.
"Haa... a bit more... clearly..."
Her trembling hand reached for her bodysuit. With a sharp click, the front parted like a crab shell cracking open.
"More... distinctly...!"
"Alright, then. Excuse me."
I slipped my hand between her suit and skin.
"!!"
No lewd intentions here—I extended my hand toward her abdomen, spreading mana very slowly.
"Miss Rydmila. I'm going to guide the mana now. Follow it slowly with your senses until it reaches a certain spot. Don't overthink it."
"Wh-what is...?"
"You'll see if you follow."
Squeeze.
"Hik?!"
I stimulated her ear hard with mana. While her senses flooded there, I lightly swept my hand over her abdomen, threading fine mana deep inside.
Outwardly, her most sensitive spots are her ears and tail. But ever since possessing this world—especially after studying demons and other creatures—I've wondered about one thing regarding Rydmila's physiology.
What if she had that inside her? Something unique to her, manifesting only after becoming an angel—the root of that trait setting her apart from others.
"Ah, aaah... more, no more here...!"
"No. Hold on. It could get even more sensitive."
"M-more than this...?"
"Yeah. Massages unknot tension, but they're also about probing for anything that shouldn't be there."
"......!"
As her body shuddered violently, she turned to me.
"S-something that... shouldn't be there? What do you...?"
"Hold still. Ah, there. ...Found it."
I pressed my middle finger straight into the spot my senses pointed to.
That instant.
"Hiiiieeeek?!!?"
Rydmila buried her face in my shoulder, her body arching forward. Her legs kicked into the air, toes pointed straight; her hands clenched into fists, trembling as if grasping at nothing.
And then.
Fwoooosh!!
A massive burst of mana erupted from her body. The wind blasting from her skin shook the entire training room.
"H-haak... haak... haaaak..."
Rydmila gasped raggedly, tears streaming like a woman in the throes of ecstasy, breath heaving.
"Th-this...!!"
She glared at me with teary eyes, then.
"What the hell did you just do to me!!"
She shoved me away and leaped back, face beet-red, jabbing a finger at me while grinding her teeth.
"What? Just checked for issues during the mana massage."
"Th-that was...!"
An unintended mana burst. Hard to put into words, but the sensation must feel like she'd accidentally done something mortifying she never would.
"Miss Rydmila. Listen seriously—no misunderstanding."
"Y-you... did that to me and...!"
"It's a tumor."
"......?"
Her accusing finger froze mid-air.
"Well, 'tumor' might not be perfect. Closest medical term, but this is purely a mana phenomenon."
"A tu... tumor?"
"Yeah. A mana mutation clumped inside you. And it's... blocking you from unleashing your full power."
"......."
She straightened her suit, narrowing her tear-streaked eyes at me.
"What are you...?"
"Fix that, and you'd hit S-rank easy."
"......!"
"Not joking. Dead serious. Doubt me? Check it yourself."
"Th-that...!"
She glanced at her abdomen.
"You pressed my navel for that reason?!!"
She pointed to the one inward dip amid her abs.
"Yep."
Sounds dodgy to outsiders, but this stems from her being a beastkin—specifically a rabbit one.
"Miss Rydmila. You know female rabbits have two uteruses?"
"......!!"
"You—"
"You pervert—"
"—have two cores."
Her flushed fist halted mid-swing toward my face.
"......?"
Her desperation as the Gale overrode her feminine shame. Logic trumped emotion—anger at me swapped for anxiety about her body and eagerness for growth.
"So, uh... how to explain...?"
"Two uteruses mean faster breeding for rabbits, right?"
"D-different analogy."
She waved her hands, face burning—but no slap or punch incoming. Good sign.
"Got it. Maybe skip analogies and be direct."
One hand to her heart, the other to her abdomen.
"You have two mana cores. That's why you can't reach S-rank—mana keeps pooling in the second one, not your heart, and you can't access it."
"Th-that's ridiculous..."
"Ever been hit with a 'seal' spell?"
"Impossible. I know my own body best."
"But something did."
Blame the angels for that.
"That mana burst just now."
"!!"
"Was that your mana? Controlled by you? Nah. If it was, it wouldn't have exploded like that."
"......That."
She fidgeted, then pointed downward.
"...My room?"
"Sure. But first."
I pointed behind her.
"I'm baking bread here starting tomorrow. Mind helping clean up?"
"Cleanup? What—ah."
Behind her floated a green orb of blades—sharp enough to sever an arm on touch, contained to the room.
"Congrats on the new technique."
"......That."
She reached out; it popped with a pop and vanished.
"...Every time I use this, do I have to... shake like that?"
"Depends on how you train from now on."
Probably.
Without my help.
"Every new technique makes you climax and shudder—mmph."
"Ha, haha."
Rydmila lunged, locking me in a headlock, shoving my face under her armpit.
"...Come on."
With my face mashed against her sideboob, I was dragged off by Rydmila.