With a Face This Pretty, Just Once...
I woke up feeling refreshed, only to find Emilia gazing down at me with perfect calm.
"Uh... g-good morning?"
Without so much as a reply, she seized my cheek with a furious expression and hauled me out of the room, and the whispers started up around us at once.
"Seriously? I've never seen the Head Maid lay a hand on anyone before."
"Right? I don't think I've ever even seen her get angry, either?"
"Honestly, how many times has she been late in just two days? And every single time, she swears she was asleep."
There wasn't a word of rebuttal to be had, so my face burned redder than it ever had.
"Glay."
She called my name in a voice colder and lower than usual.
"Y-yes..."
"Whew. No matter how impressive your scores may be, you cannot fail to keep even the most basic schedule."
"Today, as your punishment, we will be using Glay as our teaching aid. You may all understand it as such."
I had no desire to serve as a teaching aid in front of everyone, but with no excuse to be found anywhere, I answered in a low voice.
"Yes..."
We filed into the annex, and everyone took their seats. Everyone except me, that is. I knelt on a mat atop a platform raised just slightly off the floor, bare-chested, my breasts bared, ripe and mouthwatering as they were. It would have been a genuinely lovely sight, if only they hadn't been mine.
Emilia came over from the lesson prep room carrying gloves and a gel that looked a touch stickier than the one we used in class.
"Today's lesson is Nipple Sensitivity Enhancement Training, a discipline that must be practiced steadily over the long term."
She squeezed a long ribbon of gel into her palm. It was thick and heavy, a massage gel with a faint hint of aroma. She coated the glove on her hand without restraint, then began working the gel slowly into my breasts, starting from the underside. She had definitely said something about nipple sensitivity training, yet not a trace of gel went anywhere near my nipples.
"To feel well through the nipples, the nipples themselves matter, of course, but the breast as a whole is every bit as important."
"Push upward in one long stroke, gather with your palm, and rotate back down. Repeating that cycle is the key."
Her gel-slicked gloved hands moved with unhurried softness, and Emilia's massage technique was masterful.
"Once you seem properly loosened up, I will touch your nipples."
(Pinch.)
"Hnngh...!"
By now, moaning out loud didn't faze me much. It was a sound I would be making plenty of from here on, so I needed to get used to it.
"And this is the nipple caressing technique you will learn next time. Give it a light look now, and think of the next lesson as your review."
With warm, sticky fingers, she touched my nipples slowly. It was the very caressing technique she had demonstrated by hand back when my nipples refused to feel anything. Back then, even after tens of minutes, I had felt nothing at all. This time was different. Every time her finger completed a circle, every time her fingertip flicked across the tip, my head began to feel strange.
"Now... when you rotate it around like this..."
"Haaahh..."
Like a record being set onto a spinning turntable, every movement of her fingers drew a new sound out of me.
"Hnnghhh...♥"
"Hyaah...!"
"Ngh!"
And the sight of the whole class watching intently, diligently taking notes in the notebooks they had brought, was truly a spectacle.
Peeling off her gloves, Emilia told me to return to my seat, then cleaned away the piss and pussy juices I had left splattered on the mat.
"Using the gel provided beside you, please perform the massage I have just demonstrated on your own."
"Until the day you enter the Master's chamber, you must be in a state of complete readiness at all times."
"Yes, ma'am!!"
At the words the Master's chamber, every one of them answered with gusto. One perverted bitch was even groping her own breasts furiously, moaning to herself, "The Master... his chamber... the Master..." Seeing that only steeled my resolve to escape this place.
(Why the hell did I read a novel like this!! I should have just stuck to some ordinary romance!!)
Massaging away while lost in those useless thoughts, I ended up with gel squelching onto places well beyond my breasts, and when Emilia saw it, she scolded me yet again.
"Glay, you must focus. This massage is an important ritual: you must warm yourself to a certain degree on your own before entering the Master's chamber."
"For now you have the gel and your bare body, but when the time comes, you will have to massage yourself through your clothes as you walk."
Having delivered that freshly unwelcome lecture, she went around correcting the posture of anyone doing it wrong. Every time I looked, no one but me ever seemed to get chewed out in this place. Naturally. They were all hypnotized, wandering around convinced that becoming Aspen's sex slave was their dream. In this whole mansion, the only women not under hypnosis were probably me and Rosalie.
After roughly two hours of class, we headed to the cafeteria for dinner, and on the way, one of the goals I had forgotten came back to me. So I turned to Hailey, the one person I was even somewhat acquainted with.
"Um... Hailey? What's today's date, by any chance?"
"Glay, Miss Tardy. Why would you suddenly ask about the date?"
"Ah... I've been so out of it that I forgot what day it is..."
I fudged my way past it. With a look that asked what on earth this girl was playing at, she sighed and answered.
"Today is June 27th. One month remains until the Master's birthday, if you recall."
Those words struck me like a hammer to the skull. June 27th meant we were, by rough estimate, at almost the same point in the timeline as the chapters of the novel I had been reading. The standard perks every transmigrator got were all useless to me now: cheat skills, level-ups, knowledge of the future, science and medicine from a world this one had never seen. The only knowledge that counted for anything was what had happened in that bedroom. What I had came down to two things: the sex status window and this beautiful girl's body. Even so, the goal had not changed. Somehow rescue Rosalie, and escape this mansion. Having lost yet another transmigrator perk, I accepted my meal.
Today's menu: soybean paste soup, stir-fried garlic, avocado salmon salad, and half a boiled egg.
(Seriously, what kind of combination is this?)
That bastard Aspen clearly had no idea what a proper meal was. If he did, he would never have served combinations like this, hypnotized girls or not. And yet, bite by bite, it turned out tastier and more filling than I expected.
(Annoying...)
Feeling oddly like I had lost something, I grumbled my way through the rest of dinner and headed back to my room. There, I opened my notebook and began sketching a simple map of the grounds as I had seen them from outside. It came out crooked and smudged all over, but I was not showing it to anyone; as long as I could read it, a rough sketch would do. Just in case, I hid the notebook with the map and my plans beneath the vibrator, then made a beeline for bed. I could not vouch for anything else in this place, but the bed I genuinely loved. The moment I lay down, sleep came drifting in; it felt like sinking into a cloud.
"Ha... If I really can make it home, I'm taking this bed with me..."
Marvelling at the bed, my eyes slowly drifted shut, and I slept soundly.
Today I slept in, gloriously, because it was the one day off with absolutely nothing scheduled. I could not leave my room except for the cafeteria, but even that much was satisfying. I stretched lazily, washed my face and brushed my teeth in the bathroom, smoothed on toner and cream at the vanity, then flopped back onto the bed. It was a quiet holiday of lying around resting, but listen closely and moans leaked through the walls; everyone seemed to be hard at work masturbating. Judging by my class scores so far, I would land within the target even at this rate, so I had no particular desire to masturbate alone. But I was bored.
I rolled around in bed for a while, drew a chessboard in my notebook, and played chess against myself. Just as I was running out of things to do, the vanity caught my eye. From basics like toner and eye cream to primer, blush, eyeshadow, and foundation, an entire arsenal of cosmetics was arranged in lavish display. I did not recognize the brands here, but looks alone told me every last item was expensive. After a moment's hesitation, I glanced at the mirror. A pretty face with black hair and red eyes. And secretly, I could not help wondering just how much prettier makeup might make it. It was not as if I would be putting makeup on a man's body, and with a face this pretty, leaving it bare would be a waste. On that rationalization, I settled into the vanity chair.
Seated there, I examined the cosmetics one by one. I could pick out the lotion and moisturizer, things I vaguely recognized, but the rest were objects I had never laid eyes on in my life. Lipstick, at least, I knew somewhat, from seeing it across every kind of media.
"Come on, what's a man doing with makeup? I was just messing around for fun, that's all... right..."
Dithering in front of the mirror, I finally picked up the blush.
"Like... this, roughly?"
I dabbed it on lightly and checked the mirror: the makeup job was a disaster, but the pretty face somehow covered for it.
"Mmm..."
(Scurrying away at full speed.)
I bolted for the bathroom and scrubbed my face raw with water, but it barely came off. Only after attacking it with the soap beside the sink did it finally give way.
"Right. What does a man need with makeup... Let's just live like a man..."
All that exertion first thing in the morning left me hungry.
(Grrrowl.)
I changed into fresh clothes and headed for the cafeteria. The spread there, once again, was a lineup of dishes that had no business sharing a table. I took mine and sat down.
As if she had been waiting for me to show up, the moment I sat, a girl with a light-brown ponytail dropped into the seat across from me. Perhaps she had heard that I found it on the first try in yesterday's lesson, because she opened her mouth.
"Glay, was it? You seem to be late an awful lot these days."
"My canal runs a little deep, so it's hard for me to find it on my own. Would you help me out?"
"If you do, I'll get up a little earlier and wake you in return. What do you say?"
Lately the stress had been piling up with nowhere to release it, and it was a far too generous offer. A built-in alarm clock came free with it, no less.
"I'm Melanie, by the way."
"And I'm Glay. As you know."