A Wing Massage from the Sidekick (2)
The shoot began in earnest.
They had called it a cosmetics commercial, and yet the set was strangely sacred, steeped in fantasy.
…Are all the cosmetics ads in this world like this?
Odd, but not beyond understanding. In a world full of superhumans, an ordinary advertisement would barely turn a head. He kept watching her throw herself into the shoot.
…Seen like this, she really does look like an angel.
Angel wings, and a saintess's robes besides—he could almost believe she had come down from heaven. Between takes he brought her water and handled one small support after another, and three hours later the commercial was finished.
"Thank you for your hard work!"
They traded their last goodbyes and left the building. Even as he climbed into the car, he checked his phone and ran once more through the schedule he had written down.
"Next up is a talk show. Finish that, grab a light meal, and once the last item is done, that should be everything."
"…Got it."
Yuyeong answered without a flicker of feeling, and the car pulled away toward the next destination. On the drive, whenever Arang tried to draw her into talk, she gave him only the same dry, clipped replies and never let the conversation grow.
…Did I do something wrong?
The thought flickered through him, and he brushed it aside. Getting through the schedule came first.
The talk show wrapped quickly. She had only come on as a guest, so they never filmed the thing from start to finish. Afterward they ate lightly at a restaurant. She had udon; Arang had ramen.
An influencer usually fretted endlessly over her figure, but she didn't. Heroes had constitutions nothing like an ordinary person's.
"……"
"……"
Not a word passed between them even while they ate. A few times, when his hand drifted near her, she flinched—but he never noticed anything strange. They finished quickly and set off at once for the third appointment. There was still work left to do.
Only late in the evening did they finally clear the last of Yuyeong's schedule.
"You can head home and rest now. Tomorrow's a day off, so I'll have the schedule for the day after organized for you."
"…All right."
Her answer, eyes on the window, sounded strangely drained. Every time he looked at her, Arang's heart dropped.
What is wrong with her today?
She had always been dry, but today—how to put it. She felt colder. Sharper. Even someone with no sense for people would have noticed on their own.
The car was nearly home when the silence broke.
"Um… Arang?"
"Yes?"
Out of nowhere, she spoke.
"Today—I mean… I'm tired, so would it be all right if I asked you for a massage, like yesterday?"
"……"
Another massage, just like that?
More chances for me, so I'm hardly complaining, but…
Had the massage actually worked? Or was it simple curiosity? He had no way of knowing which was true. Only one thing mattered: an opening had come to him.
This time I get a reaction out of her. No exceptions.
He swore it as the car finally stopped in front of the building.
Back home, the two of them ate lightly. Fortunately, the instant food already in the house was enough to get them through.
Honestly, instant food is heaven…
The sharp, savory hit on his tongue was enough to drive him mad. Once the meal was done, Yuyeong went into the massage room just as she had yesterday, and a moment later Arang followed.
Again a beautiful body lay waiting for him, only the hips covered.
Today I draw a reaction out of her. No matter what.
Yesterday had been his first time massaging wings, but he had gotten a feel for it. He couldn't claim mastery, yet he was better than he had been.
This time I start with the membrane.
The wing bones, he had sensed, weren't all that sensitive. So he would go after the membrane—the most sensitive part of all. He unfolded Lustful Touch and began to rub the membrane with his fingers.
Last time the feathers had dulled whatever reached the skin. They had gotten in the way. This time he slid his fingers in among them.
Yeah… I can feel the membrane much more clearly.
At last his fingers were truly on it. All ten pressed to the membrane, and he began to move.
A twitch.
The instant his fingers started, the wings jerked once. Different from yesterday. If that had been a natural response, this was something sharper—sudden.
So this was the answer.
Not the bones. He had to concentrate on the membrane. He set to work in earnest, running the trait at about half its strength, then in a single instant driving it to the limit.
Another twitch.
The wings answered again, bigger this time. After the jerk they even shivered.
He worked the membrane for a long while, then suddenly moved his hands. Next he aimed for the joint—the place where back met wing. He hauled the ability up to full output, and the moment the massage truly began—
"Nnh…."
Faint, but unmistakable. A moan. Everything that had piled up while he stimulated the membrane was finally starting to leak out, little by little. That settled it. She was not frigid.
"Yuyeong."
"…Yes."
"I thought I heard something just now. You didn't catch it?"
"Wh-what sound…? I didn't hear anything."
Of course she answered as if she knew nothing at all, holding perfectly still.
"Ah, then I must have misheard. I'll continue."
"…Yes."
She denied it, so he didn't dig. Pretending not to know would work better than dragging the truth into the open. He went on, working the joint and the membrane.
"Hnn, hk…."
Another moan slipped from Yuyeong's lips.
From here on I keep the output as low as I can.
He had to ration the time he could use the ability and advance to the next stage with care.
"Haa, hnn…."
A little later, sweat began to bead on her body. He had worried it would be the same as yesterday, but this time there was real progress.
"Nnh… hnnngh…!"
He stayed relentless, and the time he could still use the ability was down to fifty minutes. Even with the output lowered, a body that had already been stirred couldn't tell the difference. It took the same level of sensation as before.
"Um…"
At last Yuyeong spoke.
"What is it? Is something uncomfortable…?"
"N-no, it's not that. Just…"
"Just…?"
She hesitated, fumbling over whatever came next. Arang watched her, and rubbed the membrane once more.
"Hii…!"
This time the stimulation caught her completely off guard. Her whole body shivered, like a puppy drenched in the rain on a cold day.
"I think my body is knotted up too, not just my wings… Could you massage my body as well…?"
The moment the sensation hit, she asked in a trembling voice. Massage her body.
She moved to the next stage awfully easily.
Easier to break than he had expected, maybe.
"If that's what you want, I'll do it as much as you like. Only… for the massage to go smoothly, I'll need to remove the towel covering you below. Would that be all right?"
He asked it back with a show of consideration. A little progress was no excuse to charge ahead. If anything, he had to move more carefully. More cautiously.
"……"
She held her silence for a moment. Of course she would hesitate. She had covered her hips with a towel because showing even that much shamed her. Arang watched her think.
"If you'd rather not, we'll stop the massage here."
"Ah…"
This time the sound she let out was thick with regret.
"…please."
"I can't hear you."
In the end, she chose.
"Understood."
Arang didn't quibble. He drew away the towel that had been covering her hips, and pale, soft buttocks came into view—beautiful, finely shaped, a match for the rest of her figure. He wanted to knead them like dough right then and there, but he held himself down. He had no intention of losing control of the hunger in front of him and plucking fruit that wasn't ripe.
All right. Time to begin in earnest.
He raised the ability to about half output again and lightly stroked her back with his fingers.
"Hii…!"
She reacted even more strongly than when he had touched her wings. Arang pretended not to notice, and began the massage of her body in earnest.
Ah, aah…
Yuyeong was in utter confusion. She had thought today would end the same as yesterday—pleasant, and nothing more. But once the wing membrane was properly worked and the sensation reached her, what flooded her body was twice as strong as before.
Wh-what is this…?
The sudden, enormous stimulation startled her, and her wings twitched. Then, as if nothing had happened, she simply took it.
Stop. Right now—
A slow stroke. Another.
"Hyah…!"
The instant she tried to tell him to stop—before the words could even leave her mouth—the sensation hit her again. Every time that huge wave came, a moan escaped her before she knew it.
This… this is wrong…
Something was different. The stimulation itself had changed. Her head was telling her she had to stop Arang. Her body was not. If anything, it resisted, as if it wanted more of what she was feeling now.
By the time the pleasure traveling up from her wings had her head a little dizzy, she said the thing she must not say.
"I think my body is knotted up too, not just my wings… Could you massage my body as well…?"
Asking him to massage her body. The moment the words were out, she knew she had slipped—but the water was already spilled.
Please. Please refuse…
All that remained was to pray he would turn her down, firmly. The prayer was wasted. He agreed. More precisely, he asked whether he might lift the towel covering her hips so he could massage her—but this was a chance. Another chance, handed down from heaven, to refuse.
Refuse. I have to refuse…
She had to refuse. No question. But what came out of her mouth was something else entirely.
"Please take the towel off… and massage my body."
Without meaning to, she asked in a voice dripping honey.
Ah, aah…!
Only after she had spoken did Yuyeong regret it. She should have refused. In the end she had agreed—and in a soft voice dripping with honey, the kind you used with a lover, a voice she would never, ever have let anyone hear.
Hold on. I have to hold on…
Only one thing left: endure Arang's hands on her body.
Arang is kind… he wouldn't think anything strange.
From the moment they met, she had thought him a truly pure person. She might be wrong. Right now, all she could do was pray she wasn't.