An Intimate Massage
After finishing Cassion’s hellish training, Rian needed to loosen his muscles. “Ughhh~” Thud! He collapsed on the spot inside the guest room Cynthia had prepared for him.
“Heh… I’m exhausted. It was way more hardcore than I expected.”
Getting provoked by that Gilroy guy and jumping straight into training had seemed like a good idea at the time. But Cassion’s regimen was far more brutal than he had anticipated. The whole reason he had come here today was to spend some private time alone with Cynthia, yet it looked like they would have to let tonight pass. He had spent every last ounce of strength in his body.
It’s such a shame… but I have to learn swordsmanship.
Wasting today like this truly stung, yet he had zero intention of abandoning the sword. The current version of himself simply wasn’t worthy of her. He wanted to become a man who could at least stand beside Cynthia and occupy the spot at her side.
I’ve already been ignored twice…
The man named Max he had met at Cynthia’s birthday party. And now this Gilroy fellow he encountered in the middle of the street. They were complete strangers, yet both had looked down on him for the sole reason that he was weak. And both times it had happened right in front of Cynthia.
“I never want to feel that kind of humiliation again.”
Knock, knock—
Just as he was steeling his resolve to grow stronger, a knock sounded at the door. Rian flinched and sat up on the bed. There was only one person who would visit him here, so his body reacted on pure instinct.
“Cynthia?”
“Yeah, it’s me.”
Thump!!
Late at night. His fiancée had come to her fiancé’s room. Rian was neither dull nor stupid enough to miss the implications of the current situation.
Creak—
“…Hello, Cynthia.”
“…Yeah…”
She just bathed…
The faint scent of soap drifting from her, the way her fair cheeks glowed a soft red. She had wrapped her entire body in a bathrobe, but the fabric was so thin that every line and curve of her figure showed through clearly. Even if he weren’t her fiancé, any man who saw Cynthia like this would instantly grow hard.
“W-would you like to come in?”
“…It’s my house, remember?”
“Ah, right. Of course it is.”
“Well, it might become yours soon enough.”
“Huh!?”
“Hehe.”
She let out an adorable little laugh and stepped inside the room with light, unhesitating footsteps. Then she suddenly turned toward the door.
Click!
“!”
She locked the door with her own hand.
“…Gulp…”
“…Is your body all right?”
“Huh? What?”
“The training was rough, wasn’t it? You don’t have any aches?”
“Well… aches…”
Did she truly not realize what she was doing? Watching Cynthia speak so casually made Rian’s panic rise. He wanted to appear relaxed and take the lead, but her every action was far too stimulating for him to regain his composure.
“I-I think I’m fine?”
“That can’t be true. Starting with that kind of training is bound to strain your muscles. Are you really okay?”
“Huh? Ah, my legs do feel a little sore…”
“See? It might hurt even more tomorrow, so we need to relieve the fatigue right now.”
Cynthia pointed at the bed, her next words flowing naturally.
“Lie down over there.”
“Ah… um…”
“I-I’ll give you a massage. A massage, I mean.”
“A massage?”
“Mhm. After training I always get a massage to loosen my muscles. I’ll do it for you, so just lie down first.”
A massage out of nowhere…
The suggestion filled him with both joy and a faint tension. It was no small matter for Cynthia—renowned as the queen of high society—to personally offer a massage. She was hardly the type to serve anyone.
Ugh~ Maybe I really shouldn’t have trained today…
“What’s wrong, Rian?”
“Ah, nothing. Should I lie face-down?”
“Yes.”
He climbed onto the bed and obediently lay down as instructed. Seeing this, Cynthia quietly climbed up as well.
Thump! Thump!
Th-this is nerve-wracking…
Nothing had even started yet, but simply sharing a bed with Cynthia was enough to set his heart racing. The fact that she too seemed a little nervous only added a faintly erotic charge to the air.
“Just a moment… Excuse me…”
Slide… Press—
Huk!? She’s on top of me!?
He had known she would massage him, but he never imagined Cynthia would actually straddle his body. A soft sensation pressed against his thighs. They weren’t even touching bare skin, yet the bathrobe was so thin that her body heat flowed straight into him.
Throb!
Ah, this is dangerous.
“I’ll begin now.”
Press! Press!
Cynthia placed both palms on Rian’s back and began leaning her weight into them. He didn’t know where she had learned it, but every spot she pressed sent a jolt like electricity racing through him. It felt incredibly good and seemed to melt the fatigue away, yet—
Slide—! Slide—!
“Ugh…!”
The stimulation is too intense…
His nerves focused entirely on the place where Cynthia sat—her soft, elastic, heavenly weight. She had to be feeling his skin too, yet she pressed her hips against him without any defense, as though she felt nothing at all.
Squish~
Press! Press!
“Rian, does it feel refreshing?”
“Mhm… It does.”
“I’m glad. It’s my first time doing it myself, so I was worried it might feel awkward.”
“No, it feels amazing.”
“Really?”
Encouraged by his answer, Cynthia poured even more effort into the massage. She worked from his shoulders down his back, eventually reaching his thighs, diligently easing every knot. Watching her work so earnestly made him feel both guilty and deeply grateful at the same time.
Ugh… It feels good, but…!
Throb! Throb!
Every time her hands touched him, fresh strength surged into his cock. Of course it did—how could any man stay calm while his fiancée ran her hands all over his body?
Press! Press!
“Hup… Hoo.”
Ah, I’m in trouble. This feels way too good.
The sensation of Cynthia’s hands on his skin was heavenly. The way she put her full weight on him without hesitation felt wonderful, and the rough little breaths she let out each time she applied force tickled his ears. He wanted to flip over right then and relieve her fatigue instead.
But I can’t stand up…
“All done.”
“!?”
“Hoo. That took more strength than I expected.”
Cynthia gave the signal that he could get up, but Rian couldn’t move. The thin robe alone could never hide the massive bulge he was sporting. If he rose now, disaster would follow.
Twitch! Throb!
H-how do I handle this?
“Rian? You can get up now.”
“Ah, well… Could I stay like this a little longer?”
“Why?”
“This position feels comfortable. I guess I had more fatigue built up than I realized.”
“…Is that so?”
For some reason Cynthia’s voice carried a meaningful undertone. He tried to pretend he hadn’t noticed, but she clearly had no intention of letting him off the hook.
“Now that I think about it, there’s still one place I haven’t touched.”
“…Huh?”
Slide—
“!?”
A sudden soft warmth spread across his entire back. The pressure on his thighs eased, replaced by blissful heat covering him from above. Suspicious, he glanced over his shoulder.
“C-Cynthia.”
“Do you dislike it?”
She clung to his back, asking the question in the cutest way imaginable. Of course he didn’t dislike it. The sight of her hanging onto him like that was unbearably lovable. He wanted to spin around right then and pull her into a crushing embrace.
I can’t turn over because of this(?) thing!
“…This part needs a massage too.”
Swoosh—
“W-wait!”
Her hand slipped in from the side and slid beneath his stomach, then began moving downward. He shook his body desperately to stop her. If it went any lower it would definitely touch his rock-hard erection.
Grab!
“Kugh…!”
“Look at this. Your muscles are really knotted up.”
The sensation of Cynthia’s hand on his most private area. He reflexively lifted his hips to push her off, but she refused to budge. Instead she pressed her body even closer to pin him down and began lovingly stroking the thing she held in both hands.
Slide— Slide—
“Ack… Cynthia!”
“I-it’s fine. Just leave it to me.”
What a strange texture… It’s hard, yet somehow soft too…
Having touched a man’s cock for the first time, Cynthia’s curiosity exploded. Seeing Rian’s whole body begin to tremble, she moved her hand faster. She stroked the long, pillar-like shaft, then slid lower to cup the soft pouch beneath. Curious whether her knowledge was correct, she weighed it in her palm and discovered, to her amazement, that there really were two egg-like things inside.
Wow. Th-they’re really there. So this is how men are built…
Squeeze— Squeeze—
Knead knead knead knead!
“Ah! That hurts!”
“Huk!? Sorry!”
Both of them scrambled apart in panic. Rian examined his precious part with a pained grimace while Cynthia fidgeted anxiously, watching his reaction. An awkward silence stretched between them for a moment.
“I touched it for the first time… I’m sorry.”
“Ah, it’s okay. The skin there is just really sensitive, so it hurt a little.”
“I was trying to make you feel good… Sorry.”
“It… it did feel good.”
“…Really?”
Cynthia’s eyes widened as if she could hardly believe him. Enduring the embarrassment, Rian gave her a small nod. Talking about such things with a woman was a completely new experience for him. Because Cynthia kept taking the initiative, he gradually began to reveal his true feelings.
“Are you sure this is okay, Cynthia?”
“Huh?”
“If we go any further… I don’t think I’ll be able to hold back.”
“…Well, have you ever held back before?”
Cynthia lowered her gaze and fixed it on the lower half of his body. The cock she had just been touching stood massively swollen, unable to conceal its arousal.
It’s… so big?
Gulp!
Staring at the unnaturally tented bathrobe, she provoked him further.
“You kissed me first. You hugged me so tightly. In the c-carriage… you even touched my breasts.”
“…Then you’re giving me permission?”
“Y-you’re my fiancé, aren’t you? Why don’t you act with a little more confidence? A-anyway, we’re going to do it eventually, and if you don’t dislike it, then I…!”
Slide—
While Cynthia was still babbling, Rian’s patience finally snapped. He flipped over and pinned her beneath him.
Startled, Cynthia looked up at him with wide, flustered eyes, but Rian’s reason had already reached its limit. He slowly raised his hands, gripped both her shoulders, and began to pull the robe down.
Pull!
It’s… it’s coming off!
As the robe slid down powerlessly, revealing first her collarbones, then her shoulders, and finally the soft valley of her cleavage—
“W-wait a second!”
“!?”
Cynthia’s sudden raised voice made Rian’s hands freeze and drop away.
“H-huh? Sorry. Did you not want it?”
“Ah, no. That’s not it… Just give me a moment.”
Blushing furiously and avoiding his eyes, she hurriedly rummaged through her robe. Rian waited quietly while she searched. Soon she pulled out a small vial, tipped it into her mouth, and swallowed.
Gulp—
“…Cynthia? What was that?”
“……Birth control.”
“!!”
Cynthia lowered both hands defenselessly, signaling she had finished her preparations. Looking down at her lying beneath him, Rian felt his sanity slip completely away.
She’s… she’s insane!