“A-Ah… t-there… aahn.”
A woman’s moans echoed inside the temple supported by majestic pillars. She was resting her brown body on a cold marble bed.
“Nnnh, fwah~~~~~~~”
Every time she gave a deep breath, the breasts pressed against the bed trembled in excitement.
The person making her moan was a slim man, blindfolded with blue and white striped fabric. His fingers were smeared with oil, and he wriggled them every which way across her back, relieving the fatigue accumulated in her body.
“Lady Menace…”
His fingers stopped, and he whispered at her ear from behind.
“What is it, Sitaara?”
“Might I take off my blindfold? I don’t think I can give you a good enough massage if I can't see your whole body.”
The masseur, Sittara, pointed to the blindfold covering his eyes.
“No, you can’t.”
Menace gave a flat refusal.
“Because~, it’s embarrassing, isn’t it~?”
Despite having him run his fingers all over her naked skin, she hated being seen.
“Well, knowing your skill, Sitaara, you should be able to see with your mind’s eye! So give it your best effort.”
She encouraged him in a voice without much power to it.
If she was willing to take it so far, he’d lose face if he didn’t pour his heart into the massage.
He dipped his large, ragged fingers in oil, and let them crawl over her back. Like snakes, his fingers wriggled on the smooth back shining coquettishly with oil, aiming for a secret acupuncture point.
“Auh… hiah…”
Maybe she was ticklish, as a voice overflowing with unbelievable sexiness escaped from her lips!
“I feel it! It’s here!”
His fingers were infused with strength.
*Poke*
His bony fingertips exerted pressure to stimulate the acupuncture point in Menace’s back.
“Ah, there, there it iiis~”
Her upper body jerked up, her previously crushed breasts springing free, scattering oil around!
“Haannnh~~~~~~~”
His acupuncture massage loosened the rest of her body, including her stiff shoulders, in one blow.
“Aah, Sitaara, that was a good massage~”
Menace praised his skill, lying weakly on the stone bed.
“It is an honor to receive your praise, Lady Menace.”
The masseur carefully wiped away the excess oil, still blindfolded.
“Hey, Milady…”
A surprisingly rough voice sounded from under the bed.
“What is it~, Setraaa.”
She answered, plopping her fully relaxed body on the bed.
“It's probably bad timing now that you’re snug, but I think we have a visitor”
Just as he finished speaking, a gust of wind blew through the temple!
“Who are you? Not even knocking, how rude of you!"
“ ‘Knocking’? You don't have doors, how was I supposed to?”
“You... have a point there.~”
With a casual reply, the princess slowly got up, as the massage oil dripped along the rich curves of her body.
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