The Massage, Part 2
The chubby man looked at me and grinned slyly.
His hands, resting on Eleanor’s shoulders, kept wriggling and teasing her skin. In contrast, the muscular man beside him simply placed his hands on Lucrezia’s shoulders without any further movement.
This man… he looked dangerous.
Could I really stop him the moment I wanted, just like Madam had promised?
“Of course. If that is what you desire, I will stop immediately. Everything I do is for the comfort of our guests, so please don’t worry.”
The chubby man spoke politely, as if he had read my concern. His hands no longer fidgeted, and the lewd smile had vanished from his face. In the end, this entire situation was something I had created myself.
“Kael.”
“Kael.”
My two beloved lovers looked at me, waiting for my decision. I felt as if my heart were being torn apart, yet I nodded.
The muscular man stepped forward.
“My name is Gareth. This chubby fellow here is Oscar. Madam has already briefed us, so if at any point you wish us to stop, simply call our names and we will cease at once.”
Gareth bowed his head. His disciplined movements sparked my curiosity about his background. At first I had thought he was a trained soldier, but now he carried himself like a knight. Just who was Madam, to employ men like these? And the woman who had introduced us—Lumencia…
Information about the Ancient Gods, details about this place… perhaps she wasn’t merely the descendant of a fallen mage family after all.
“Sir?”
The one who snapped me out of my spiraling thoughts was Gareth, staring at me with a puzzled expression. He looked slightly flustered that I hadn’t responded.
“Ah… no, it’s nothing. Then… I’ll be in your care.”
I’ll be in your care?
What a pathetic thing to say.
What exactly was I asking these men to take care of?
My lovers… asking them to freely touch my lovers’ bodies…?
A crushing wave of self-loathing washed over me.
“This way, please.”
The moment I finished speaking, Gareth guided Lucrezia toward the massage bed.
“Hehe. Right this way, Miss Eleanor.”
“……!!”
Oscar then led Eleanor. Shockingly, he already knew her name. Who could have told him? Madam? Or had Eleanor herself…? How long had they been talking that she would give him her name? What kind of prank had they played behind that door earlier? What exactly had he done to make her stagger the moment she stepped out, barely able to stand?
All sorts of filthy fantasies flooded my mind.
Was Eleanor that kind of woman?
That loose…? No. I couldn’t doubt her.
This was all a situation I had created. Whatever they did, it was ultimately because of me. Because of my cursed sexual perversion… because of the Ancient Gods who had ruined me…
On the other side, Gareth had already laid Lucrezia on the massage bed and was drawing closer.
“Forgive me, but may I ask your name?”
“Lucrezia…”
“Lady Lucrezia. Please don’t worry. Nothing that happens here will ever leave this room. We follow Madam’s strict orders and will never speak a word. So please, relax.”
At Gareth’s words, I saw the tension in Lucrezia’s shoulders ease slightly.
“Now then, please lie down comfortably.”
“Yes…”
“You may speak casually. You are an honored guest, so feel free to drop the formalities.”
“I… I understand.”
“Very well. Then…”
Gareth carefully supported Lucrezia’s shoulders and slowly lowered her onto the bed. Her body, even whiter than the pure white sheet, settled quietly upon it. The damp towel clinging to her skin stuck even more tightly as she lay down. The soft outline of her breasts pressed down and trembled. Lucrezia turned her head slightly, as if embarrassed by the sensation. Even lying flat, her chest rose impressively high.
“You truly have a beautiful body.”
Gareth spoke with perfect courtesy. Lucrezia’s eyebrows twitched ever so slightly. I couldn’t tell whether it was from the compliment or because the words had come from a stranger’s mouth.
“Women with breasts as large as yours often suffer from stretched ligaments and sagging. But yours are wonderfully firm and beautifully shaped. They are truly exquisite.”
“Hng…”
Lucrezia blushed faintly at the praise and turned her head away. Since he stood at the head of the bed, looking straight ahead would mean meeting his eyes.
“Th… thank you.”
Her voice was lower than usual. She was nervous. Her blue eyes flicked toward me for the briefest moment. I couldn’t tell if she was saying it was okay, or asking me to confirm that it really was. I sat in my chair and clenched my fists tightly. The urge to leap up and shove Gareth away surged through me.
Gareth placed his hands on Lucrezia’s shoulders. His fingers moved slowly, checking the tightness of her muscles.
“You’re quite knotted up. That’s unusual for a woman. You must use your body a great deal in your work. Though I can only think of a few professions that would…”
“That’s…”
“If it makes you uncomfortable, you don’t have to answer.”
Future Sight
He said nothing more. His fingertips slid from the base of her neck down along her shoulder line, then pressed slowly along her upper arms. Each time, Lucrezia’s body gave a tiny flinch.
“This is the whitest skin I’ve ever seen. I’ve heard the snowfields of the north are this pure white.”
“Mmh…”
At the mention of her homeland, her face flushed crimson. Once the heir to the Roenheim family—the great northern lords and one of the empire’s highest nobility—she was now entrusting her body to a massage therapist whose origins she didn’t even know.
Squeeze…!
Gareth’s touch contained not a trace of lust. He truly seemed to be giving her a proper massage, slowly loosening her shoulders. Every time he pressed down, Lucrezia let out a suppressed moan and trembled faintly. The shoulders that had been tense from a stranger’s touch now looked relaxed.
“Mmm… ngh… mmmh…”
“Does it feel good?”
“Mmm… yes.”
Yes…?
“Does this feel good too?”
“Mmm…”
Every time Gareth asked while touching her, Lucrezia nodded in reply. Before long her head was facing straight forward. Naturally, her eyes would now be fixed only on Gareth. Since he was looking down at her as well, their gazes must have been meeting. Just moments ago she had blushed and turned away, yet now her eyes looked slightly glazed as she fully surrendered to the stranger’s massage.
“Mmm… haa…”
Gareth no longer spoke. He focused entirely on the massage, gently kneading her shoulders, arms, and neck. His smooth, skilled movements were so relaxing that even I felt my own muscles loosening as I watched.
“Haa…”
Meanwhile, Eleanor lay on her bed, breathing heavily as she watched Lucrezia. Unlike his earlier behavior, Oscar had not yet laid a single hand on her even though the real massage had begun. He simply hummed to himself while arranging various items on the side table. Most of them were small bottles.
“Kael… I’m so nervous…”
“……”
When Eleanor noticed me looking at her, she gave a faint smile. But I couldn’t think of a single thing to say in return.
Have fun?
Don’t be nervous?
After handing my lover over to another man… how could I say something like that…?
“Kael… please say something…”
“Yeah. Eleanor.”
I called her name softly. Our eyes met for a long moment.
“Well then… Miss Eleanor. Shall we begin? Your body might have tensed up again after earlier.”
At some point Oscar had brought over a small brazier and placed it between the two beds. He lit it, then took a pouch of unfamiliar leaves and sprinkled them inside before closing the lid. Through the small holes in the cover, pale pink-tinged smoke began to drift out slowly.
“This is an aroma that eases tension, so please don’t worry too much, sir.”
Oscar spoke politely to me as I stared at the brazier. Then he moved to the head of Eleanor’s bed.
“I already did a light treatment earlier, so shall we go a bit more thoroughly this time, Miss Eleanor?”
“Mmh… that is…”
At Oscar’s words, the anxiety that had just begun to settle in my chest surged again. Just what had happened earlier…?
“If it feels too cold or too hot, please tell me. I warmed it in advance, but everyone’s senses are different.”
Oscar opened one of the glass bottles on the table and scooped a generous amount of the liquid into his palm. It glistened with a slightly golden hue. Noticing my gaze, he grinned and explained.
“This is massage oil. It helps relax the muscles. Now then…”
He slowly poured the dripping oil onto her shoulders. In an instant, her skin gleamed beautifully.
“Hng…”
“It feels a little different at first, doesn’t it? You’ll get used to it soon.”
Unlike his earlier demeanor, Oscar now looked every bit the professional masseur, focusing on her massage with the same skill as Gareth. He pressed firmly into her shoulders, concentrating on her collarbones and underarms.
“The lady beside you is impressive, but your breasts are even larger, Miss Eleanor. Naturally, women with chests this size tend to carry a lot of tension right here.”
“Haa… that feels good…”
“Right? People with large breasts always love it when we loosen this area.”
“Mmm…”
Before long, both masseurs worked in silence, completely absorbed in their tasks. The only sounds in the room were the women’s soft breathing. But those were not lewd moans—they were sighs of pleasure from knotted muscles finally being released.
“Hng…”
“Haa…”
Watching the two of them, I unconsciously began to feel relieved. Maybe this was what Lumencia had prepared after all. Maybe it was all in my head. Maybe it was just an ordinary massage—albeit one given by strangers while the women were practically naked. Perhaps that was the only thrill.
“Hngh!”
Suddenly Lucrezia let out a sharp moan. When I turned to look, Gareth’s hands had moved past her shoulder line and were now working a little lower—right beneath her collarbones. The upper swell of her breasts. He still showed no improper touch. He simply pressed slowly with his entire palm, loosening the muscles.
But the problem was the location.
Just a little lower and his hands would be touching the top of her breasts.
“This area is quite tense as well.”
Gareth spoke calmly.
“The muscles around the shoulders and chest are linked. Loosening them here will make breathing easier too.”
“Is… that so?”
Lucrezia’s voice trembled faintly. She seemed to be trying to understand his explanation, but the fact that a stranger’s hands were so close to her breasts kept her from fully relaxing. Sensing her tension, Gareth paused. He leaned down and whispered softly into her ear. I could see his hot breath tickling her earlobe.
“If you feel uncomfortable, I will stop immediately.”
“……”
Lucrezia didn’t answer. Instead, she glanced at me for the briefest moment. That look pierced my chest. Should I tell him to stop…?
“Please… continue.”
But Lucrezia spoke first, without waiting for me. Gareth resumed his movements. His fingertips pressed slowly beneath her collarbones while his palms gently pushed the tight muscles above her breasts. Each time, the outline beneath the towel trembled ever so slightly.
“Huu…”
A very soft sigh escaped her. Gareth adjusted the pressure silently, as if confirming her reaction. Not too strong, not too weak. His touch seemed to know exactly where her body wanted to release tension and where it tightened again.
Slip!
“Haaang!”
Suddenly, a slippery sound accompanied Eleanor’s intense moan.
“Whoops! My apologies, the oil made my hands slip.”
“Th… ngh… then your hands…”
“Oh, I can feel a huge knot right here. I’ll need to loosen this area too.”
“Hngh! Hngh! Haaaa…!”
Oscar’s hands were no longer on her shoulders. They were now vigorously kneading her breasts beneath the towel. As her chest was pushed and pulled in every direction, the towel came completely undone, fully exposing her naked body.
Squish. Squish.
“Hmm, no matter how much I rub, it won’t loosen up.”
“Haah! That’s… just my breast…”
“Please speak clearly.”
And then Oscar mercilessly pinched and twisted the pink nipples crowning those breasts.
Squeeze! Squeeze!
“Haaang! Stop! My breasts… stop it!”
“Miss Eleanor, I’m sorry, but you must speak properly.”
“My niiiipples!! Haaang!”
Oscar grabbed both of Eleanor’s nipples and pulled.
Her breasts stretched obscenely outward, elongating into lewd shapes. Eleanor twisted her waist and cried out desperately.
“Haah! Hngh! Nipples! My nipples! It’s my nipples!”
“Ah, my apologies. I must have slipped and misunderstood.”
“Haa… haa… haa…”
Eleanor panted heavily. She didn’t even seem to realize she had started speaking formally to Oscar. The pink nipples he had abused were now swollen bright red. It was hard to believe those normally tiny buds could swell so much—they were completely engorged.
“Since your breasts are so large, I think we’ll need to start from here if I’m to give you a proper massage.”
“What do you… ngh!”
Oscar had released her nipples, but his hands remained on her breasts. This time, however, he didn’t handle them roughly. Instead, he pressed slowly with his entire palms, as if testing their weight and elasticity, carefully loosening the tight muscles. Yet the gentle movements only made Eleanor moan as if she were being caressed.
“Haaahng! Haa… my breasts… hng… haa… ngh… haaah…!”
“Wow… in all my years doing this, I’ve never seen breasts this impressive.”
“Ngh…”
Squeeze!
Oscar grabbed one breast with both hands and pressed down. The soft flesh bulged upward from both sides, and the nipples at their peaks quivered.
“Haaahng! Ngh…”
Eleanor’s moan burst out. Oscar grinned and leaned even closer, whispering something into her ear. Unlike Gareth, I couldn’t hear his voice. But the moment she heard Oscar’s whisper, Eleanor turned her head and looked straight at me. Her gaze slowly traveled down from my eyes to my lower body. Only then did I realize that my erection was blatantly tenting the towel around my waist.
In that moment, I understood.
Madam had said I could stop them anytime I wanted. The masseurs had said the same. Yet when Eleanor had begged and cried for Oscar to stop tormenting her nipples, he hadn’t stopped. And I… I hadn’t told him to stop either.
Instead, without even realizing it, I had simply sat there with my cock rock hard, watching in a daze.
“Mmm…”
Squeeze!
The moment Eleanor answered whatever Oscar had whispered, he lifted both breasts with his hands. Her large, beautiful tits were being thoroughly toyed with by that fat, ugly man.
“Ooh… ngh! Hngh…! Aah!”
Eleanor twisted her head, lifted her waist, and curled her toes, desperately trying to resist the pleasure coursing through her body. But it was useless. Oscar’s hands never stopped moving across her breasts, gently squeezing them from the outside as if embracing them. Because Eleanor’s chest was exceptionally large compared to most women, there were areas with relatively less sensitivity. Yet Oscar seemed to know exactly where her weak points were and handled her with perfect precision.
Slap! Slap!
He pushed upward from the outer curves, then stroked downward, brushing her nipples with his palms.
“Haah!”
“Now, how about here?”
Oscar spread both hands wide and squeezed her breasts firmly.
“Haaahng! It hurts!”
Her breasts were compressed so tightly they looked ready to burst. Though she said it hurt, her body seemed to be drowning in even greater pleasure. Oscar then slowly lifted the compressed flesh upward while curling his five fingers like pincers. As they rose from the base, his fingers gradually closed until they reached her nipples. There, he gently pinched, pressed, and twisted them.
“Haaahng! My nipples…! Hngh! Ngh! Ngh!”
“You’re very sensitive, Miss Eleanor.”
“Haaang… that’s not… hngh! True…! Ngh!”
Eleanor was no longer receiving a massage. She had completely surrendered every erogenous zone in her breasts to Oscar and was being consumed by pleasure.
“Now then. Shall we have you turn over, Lady Lucrezia?”
On the other side, they were moving on to the next stage as well.
