NOVEL NEXT Chapter 53: The Massage That Could Move Mountains.
(Syrilblia’s POV)
Syrilblia: “Shh… Good girl, good girl.” I say, rubbing her back while doing so.
Fauna: “…”
The maid overcame the challenge that I proposed to her. After the final orgasm, she almost fell, but I caught her, and I will still count it as her win. After catching her, I helped her come down from it.
Letting go of Fauna after a few minutes of my pampering, the girl, with her still wobbly legs, kneeled on the ground, as her legs weren’t up to the current task of standing.
Syrilblia: “You did wonderful, Fauna.” I say while holding her face, and before giving her a kiss on her cute forehead.
Fauna: “Thank you, Mistress… I don’t think I can go without your touch for the rest of my life.” She admitted with an embarrassed tone.
Syrilblia: “I have many girls to please, so do be patient. Though I will not mistreat or neglect you, unless it is out of my hands.” I reply with a warm tone.
Fauna: “Such a statement… if only it was you promising to marry me.” She said with a laugh.
Syrilblia: “Marina will be my only wife, sorry. Now then, Fauna. Please clean up this little impromptu orgy of mine, okay?” I softly order.
Fauna: “Yes, Mistress. Once my legs relax, and they no longer fail me, I will have this arousing mess cleaned up as quick as possible.” She said with a bow.
Did Fauna not realize that she wasn’t calling me her lady anymore? I won’t bring it up to tease her. If she wants me to be her mistress, then I am her mistress, indeed.
Leaving her with a kiss on her soft lips, I left the garden. I was delayed for a bit, but they did need time to wash their bodies, anyway. Not because they were dirty, mind you. They could also just use cleaning magic.
You see, I did some experimenting on Flare, and I learned more about massages. They’re somewhat painful without massage oil, of course. But, although it isn’t common, bathing beforehand makes the massage far more effective. And I cannot wait to try out my new method on them all…
A Small Walk Through the Estate Later.
It was an odd sight to behold… but the girls were all nude, and awaiting me on their individual massage beds. Of course, none of them were oiled up. Oiling a woman’s body is very fun, and a task that I very much enjoy. They clearly knew of this hobby of mine.
Flare: “Mistress! Me first!” She pleaded.
Syrilblia: “I have given you a massage just the day prior, Flare. You wait your turn like a good girl, or I will punish you.” I say with a stern tone.
Flare: “Any punishment would bring me pleasure, Mistress.” She said with a smug grin.
Syrilblia: “Keep acting up, and I will bring you to orgasm…” She cut my words off.
Flare: “Such a thing sounds like music to my ears.” She interrupted.
Syrilblia: “…I will bring you to orgasm, but stop short of it. Denying you a release. Apart from your masochism, there is nothing more that you like than when I make you cum your little heart out.” I continue.
Flare: “…”
Choosing for once to behave like the good girl that I knew she can be, Flare laid back down on the bed, and went silent. My actions may seem harsh, but this is our relationship.
This ownership… this reprimand… it’s what she wants. In Flare’s core, she wants nothing more than for me to control her everything. Which means that I need to be somewhat harsh on her from time to time.
Priscilla wants the same from me as well, but in a far more loving manner. For instance, she absolutely does not like neglect or abandoned play. After all, masochism is different for everyone, you know.
Syrilblia: “Marina… do you wish for me to call you my mother, wife, or by your name?” I ask.
Marina: “What brought this up?” She replied with a head tilt.
Syrilblia: “Martin will be dead and gone soon. We won’t have to hide our relationship any longer. At least, not in our estate, I mean.” I explain.
Marina: “The idea that I am doing sexual things with the girl who was birthed from my very own womb… is arousing. As such, please call me your mother.” She answered with a slightly embarrassed expression.
So… in the end, she still has a fetish like that, huh? I don’t mind. As I will admit, I find it arousing as well. The idea that I will get Priscilla and her mother to have sex… it gets me so wet, and I await that day with great yearning.
Syrilblia: “Alright then, Mom. I will be giving you a massage now.” I say with a smile.
Marina: “I’ve greatly missed your massages… please do.” She said with an excited tone.
Deciding to make up for her selfishness lately, Flare got up from the bed to hand me the massage oil. Lathering up my hands, I soon completely coated my mother in it. If you will excuse me, I must heavily focus on massaging my wife, and my girls…
Many, Many Hours Later.
Marina: “…I still can’t move…” She said with a giggle.
Syrilblia: “Sorry… I didn’t expect it to be that effective…” I say with a remorseful tone.
Unfortunately, what was supposed to not be a sexual massage, turned into just that. The girls were all pleasured out of their minds. Listlessly, their eyes darted around the room, drifting in and out of being awake.
Marina was the first to wake up from what I did. Why was it this effective? No, really… Even Carna was out of it. And my wife… she said that all her pain was gone completely.
Which is weird, as Flare didn’t react like this last time. But now, here she was, in the same state as the other girls. What the hell did I do differently?
Marina: “It wasn’t on purpose?” She asked with a raised eyebrow.
Syrilblia: “Huh? What do you mean…” I reply with a confused tone.
Marina: “You used Mana when massaging us. I thought that it was a new method of yours, as I have never heard of such a technique before.” She explained.
Syrilblia: “Oooh… Yeah, I didn’t do it on purpose.” I reply with an awkward laugh.
Marina: “Well, as long as it was an accident… You need to test this method out on your less valued girls. Eventually, you will master it. And trust me, it will be more than worth mastering.” She suggested.
Syrilblia: “Was it really that good?” I ask with a curious expression and tone.
Marina: “Good? That would be a major understatement. You took us to heaven, Syrilblia…” She replied.
Syrilblia: “…In what way?” I reply.
Marina: “Carna had some scars on her body, do you remember them?” She asked in reply.
Syrilblia: “I do, but they were very small. Nothing to worry about.” I answer with a nod.
Marina: “Look at her body now.” She urged.
I never brought them up before, as her scars really were minuscule. But now… there were… gone completely? What the hell… Her skin was… perfect as well?
Marina: “You didn’t just give us a massage, dear. You reforged our bodies. My body’s pain is completely gone, and their pain is likely gone as well. This new body… is why we’re so out of it right now.” She explained.
Syrilblia: “…”
When the hell did I invent a new massage technique, one that just remakes a girl’s body completely? This… this is crazy. My girls… they’re so much more beautiful now. If only there weren’t acting like they were completely drunk out of their minds, I would find them even more beautiful…