Warrior Training System

"Ahhh! Ohhh! You really have the hands of a magician, Cassian… Oh my god, this feels so good!" Sher moaned loudly, her voice echoing through the room. Cassian wouldn't have minded under normal circumstances, but she was being really loud—and he had only just started the massage, working on her legs. Surprisingly, her muscles were incredibly tense, so he figured her reaction was from all the built-up stress finally being released. "Well, I'm no mage," Cassian said with a smirk. In this world, a magician meant someone with actual magic, but he understood what she meant. Feeling a bit proud, he added, "But thanks for the praise." Sher was truly enjoying the massage. The way Cassian's hands worked over her muscles wasn't just soothing—it was healing. Her moans weren't exaggerated; the sensations washing over her were real. For years, she had lived with a constant, nagging ache, a lingering pain that had become an inseparable part of her life. But now, for the first time in what felt like forever, that ache was fading. And Cassian had barely worked on her legs. The sheer relief and relaxation she felt at this moment were unlike anything she had experienced—even before she sustained those deep-seated injuries. The thing about Circle Warriors was that their bodies underwent so many transformations as they grew stronger that no part of them remained truly human. Though they appeared normal on the outside, their density and weight far exceeded what their size suggested. This truth only became apparent at higher stages, when their very bodies started turning into the core of their Domain. Sher's body had already become that core—but with imperfections, remnants of old wounds that had never healed properly. Now, under Cassian's hands, those imperfections were being smoothed out, reshaped into what they were meant to be. The sensation was unlike anything she had ever felt before. She hadn't even realized how much tension she had been carrying until it started melting away beneath his touch. If Cassian knew just how much of an effect he was having on her, he would have been proud—as he was planning to make her feel even better in ways that went beyond massage. But for now, he remained focused on his work, taking his role as a masseur more seriously than he expected. There was something satisfying about seeing someone so completely relaxed under his touch. 'Well, only women, someones,' he mused with a quiet chuckle. His gaze lingered on the way Sher's soft, toned buttocks jiggled slightly under his firm strokes, his hands pressing into her thighs with just enough pressure to teeter on the edge of pleasure and pain. Sher shifted under his touch, her legs twitching instinctively as the deep, almost overwhelming sensation coursed through her. As Sher's legs shifted under his touch, they spread just enough to give Cassian a clear view of the delicate folds between them. They were only slightly moist, their pinkish-red hue glistening under the soft light. The sight alone was mesmerizing—so beautiful that he could hardly wait to taste her. Above that, another prize awaited him. Her other entrance, smoother and rosier than the rest of her body, gleamed invitingly. It was deep, supple, and just as tempting to touch as it was to savor. Cassian's hands continued kneading her thick thighs just below her soft, round buttocks. His fingers squeezed firmly, drawing another deep moan from Sher. As his strokes moved upward, his fingertips brushed the sensitive crease where her thighs met the plush curve of her rear—the gluteal fold. As Cassian's hands continued their firm, deliberate strokes, Sher's soft thighs spread slightly wider, revealing even more of her glistening folds. The movement also parted her other entrance, giving him an even clearer view. His eyes traced the contrast between the two—her folds had a light dusting of black hair, a stark difference from the gray strands in her head. Yet, her other entrance was completely bare, smooth and untouched by any trace of hair. It made him all the more curious about how it would feel under his fingers. Nestled between her round, shiny, and perfectly shaped buttocks, it looked like a rare gemstone set in the most exquisite crown. A treasure so tempting, he could hardly resist the urge to reach out and claim it. Cassian sighed, pushing down his impatience as he shifted his focus to massaging her buttocks. He knew he couldn't rush things—not on the first time. It would be a stroke of fortune if he could even claim her folds today. But that didn't stop him from admiring the sight before him. His hands spread and squeezed her supple flesh, his fingers tracing the firm muscle beneath. He stroked along the taut strings of her glutes, moving from that tempting gem at her center outward to her love handles—another part of a woman's body he especially adored. Sher's were no exception. Gripping her waist between his hands, he gave a slow, firm squeeze, his thumbs rubbing gentle circles into her soft skin, relishing the feel of her beneath his touch. "Ahhh, Cassian… I've said it before, and I'll say it again—dinners are nothing compared to your massages…" Sher murmured, her body sinking deeper into the bed as she relaxed even further. Cassian chuckled, his hands still kneading her soft flesh. "This will sound like flirting, cause it is," he teased, then added with a smirk, "but honestly, getting to massage your gorgeous body is already worth more than anything I could ask for." Returning to her firm, plush buttocks, he gave them a slow, appreciative squeeze before adding, "So, in a way, you're the one treating me by letting me do this." Sher let out a chuckle at his words and said, "Don't lie. No man would be attracted to these old bones and wrinkled skin…" Cassian snorted at her dismissal. "If I could truly express how beautiful you are or show you in any way, you'd realize just how wrong that statement is." Sher smirked, shaking her head. "You can't express it because you're just flattering me. I don't mind your sweet lies, but let's be honest—we both know I'm not the belle of the ball anymore." Cassian met her gaze, a confident smile tugging at his lips. "And what if I show you?" he asked, his voice laced with challenge. "If I prove to you that You're body is still a sight to behold.… would you believe me, that you are still the belle of the ball?"