Chapter 283 - 283: Evelyn Goes to the Massage Shop

"Gokyu… Gokyu…"

The sound of her throat working.

She desperately swallowed Rigel's semen.

Looking at her like that, Rigel laughed.

"Hehe! How is it? Does the semen wrapped in ice magic feel good?"

"Ahaa…"

A sweet voice leaked from Noah's mouth.

It was a voice that already sounded completely fallen.

"What's this!? Did you like my magnum that much!?"

Rigel laughed loudly.

Just like that, he pushed Noah down and straddled her.

(Aah…)

Noah stared at the cock with vacant eyes.

But her body didn't move an inch.

"Hehe! Not resisting anymore? Then…"

Rigel pressed his cock against Noah's private parts.

Then he thrust in all at once.

"Aha!! It's here!! The cold one!!"

Noah raised a voice of joy.

At her reaction, Rigel laughed.

"Hehe! Fine by me? I'll make it even colder and better!!"

"Hyaa!"

Rigel moved his hips fiercely.

As if responding to him, Noah's private parts tightened.

"Nice! This is the best!!"

"Ah, aah!"

(Aah… It feels so good…!)

Pleasure chemicals overflowed in Noah's brain.

She could no longer think about anything, and she didn't need to.

She was just a meat doll enjoying this pleasure.

Looking at Noah like that, Rigel laughed.

"Hehe! I'm going all out!!"

"Ah, aah!"

"Fine by me? Go ahead and cum just like this!"

(Ahaa… Feels so good… More…)

Noah's private parts tightened.

She had already abandoned her thoughts and surrendered herself to the pleasure.

In her mind there was nothing left but "cold" and "feels good."

(Aah… I'm coming…!)

At that timing, the moment Rigel moved his hips fiercely and thrust his cock all the way to the deepest part…

"Oraaa!!"

Dopyu!!

Rigel's semen poured into Noah's womb.

Together with that heat of his, Noah also reached climax.

"Ahaa…"

Noah floated a happy face.

There was not a single trace left of the one who had been called the "Heavily Armored Warrior."

"Fuu…"

When Rigel pulled out his cock, a thick white fluid flowed out of Noah's private parts.

Looking at that state, he laughed.

"Kuku! Heat torture isn't so bad once in a while either. Thanks to the Academy Martial Arts Tournament. Now then, if I could fight a girl in the next third round too…"

Rigel muttered.

The Academy Martial Arts Tournament was a major event.

This year there were more participants than usual, so it would still continue.

On the first day of the tournament today, only the first round and part of the second round had been held.

There would still be plenty of chances for him to rape.

"…No, wait? Before that, maybe I can set something up with 'that' matter…?"

Rigel muttered that.

Then he began turning over thoughts toward his next rape plan.

The first day of the Academy Martial Arts Tournament ended.

Tomorrow the tournament would continue again. In that evening, a single girl was on her way home through the city.

"Haa… Today was exhausting…"

It was Evelyn, a second-year belonging to the Health Committee. Today she had continued using recovery magic as a Health Committee member and was completely worn out.

The sound of her shoes on the stone pavement of the street was somehow heavy, and her footsteps had lost their usual lightness. Looking up at the darkening sky, purple clouds drifted by, and in the distance a single bird flew with a soft whistle across the rooftops.

Walking through a sparsely populated alley, Evelyn suddenly looked at her palm. She felt as if a faint remnant of mana still lingered at her fingertips.

"It really was tough today…"

The words she muttered softly were carried away by the cold wind and disappeared somewhere.

In Evelyn's mind, the matchups and progress of the matches naturally surfaced. The scene of the arena filled with heat again flickered in her eyes. Flashes of magic, the sharp sound of swords clashing, and the figures of contestants collapsing after the fights—.

For all of that, her healing magic was required.

This tournament was a tournament format. Purely in terms of the number of matches, by the time the first round ended, about half of all the matches were already finished.

Then, was the Health Committee member's work already past the halfway point? Actually, it wasn't that simple. Rather, from here on was the real deal.

As contestants advanced through the tournament, their average strength increased, and the gaps in strength between contestants tended to shrink. Because of that, match times easily stretched out, and sometimes the fight wouldn't be decided until both sides had taken considerable deep wounds.

Tomorrow, even fiercer battles than today were expected. Her role would also become more severe.

"I can't just keep complaining."

As if to encourage herself, Evelyn said strongly. Her long hair swayed softly in the blowing wind. Her back straightened just a little.

"Fortunately, Rigel-sama introduced me to a magical circuit massage shop. Since it's a recommendation from that Rigel-sama, their skill should be reliable."

The smile that floated on her lips held a faint expectation and salvation.

Rigel was a junior in the same Health Committee as her, and a capable person with outstanding recovery magic. And besides that, he also possessed unique techniques of his own.

Between the first and second rounds, she had her magical circuits lightly loosened by Rigel. Just having the pressure points pressed lightly, and her fatigue flying away temporarily was a surprise. It had felt as comfortable as cold water soaking into a dried-up earth.

After all the matches of the first day ended, when she asked Rigel for a massage again, instead of a massage he introduced her to a recommended shop.

Apparently, Rigel's massage knowledge had been taught to him by someone from that shop. The shop she was about to visit was, so to speak, the original. Their skill should be trustworthy.

"…This is it."

Evelyn had arrived at the outskirts of the royal capital's noble district. Among the rows of stone mansions, the shop stood quietly, and its exterior gave off a somehow calm atmosphere.

On the black wooden door hung a sign that simply said "House of Healing" in a simple brushstroke. It was a strangely new-looking sign—had they renovated recently? She thought it strange, but that wasn't enough to make her turn back. She put her hand on the door, took a deep breath once, and then gently stepped inside.

"Good evening. Um, I came on the introduction of someone named Rigel…"

The interior was wrapped in silence no different from the exterior, and it felt as if she had come to a different space. If she strained her ears, a faint wind-chime-like sound could be heard in the distance.

"Yes. I've heard. Please, come inside."

The one who greeted her was a young female clerk. With smooth movements she guided Evelyn to a room in the back.

Her demeanor held a refinement that only a trained person could show, and each of her movements was refined without waste. When her slender fingertips gently pulled the curtain, a faint herbal scent drifted out.

"Then, please wait a moment here."

"Yes…"

The room she was shown to was a private room. Furniture in calm colors and warm lighting naturally loosened her tension. Perhaps they were being considerate because it was an introduction from Rigel.

Evelyn sat on the chair and leaned back against the backrest a little.

(…But she was a rather refined person. She's not a noble, of course… but she had an atmosphere where it wouldn't feel out of place if she were serving as a maid in a marquis's mansion.)

She thought such things. But that thought was cut off midway.

"Thank you for waiting."

The clerk from earlier returned. In her hands was a bottle of massage oil, and there were also ropes and cloths whose purpose was unclear. Evelyn furrowed her brow just a little.

"Then, first please take off your clothes."

"Eh…? Take them off…?"

At the clerk's words, Evelyn grew confused. She put a hand to her chest and made a small shrinking gesture.

Looking at her like that, the clerk chuckled softly.

"Magical circuits are located throughout the body. To massage efficiently, having you remove your clothes is best."

"B-but…"

"If it's too embarrassing, it's fine to leave your underwear on. The effect will drop and the oil will get a little dirty… but if that's still all right with you."

"I-I understand. Please do it that way."

Evelyn cautiously put her hands on the buttons of her uniform. Every time the cold air touched her bare skin, fine goosebumps rose.

With trembling fingers she carefully removed her clothes, and when she was in her underwear, the clerk seemed to smile a little.

"Then, please lie face-up on that bed."

"Y-yes…"

Evelyn lay down on the bed as she was told. The fluffy cushion received her tired body as if wrapping it up.

But that relief did not last long.

The clerk gently covered Evelyn's eyes with a soft cloth and fixed it with something like rubber. Her vision was sealed in darkness, and she couldn't help tensing her body.

"Eh!? Th-this is…?"

Evelyn's voice trembled slightly. Her vision was completely covered by the soft cloth, and she couldn't even sense the surrounding light. Being unable to see sharpened her senses, and even the slightest sounds and flows of air felt as if they were piercing her skin. Because it was fixed with something like rubber, the cloth didn't fall even when she moved her head left and right.

"During the massage, focusing on the sense of touch makes the effect higher. That's why we seal the vision."

The clerk's voice was calm, with a gentleness as if soothing a child. But that gentleness seemed to create a kind of membrane between her and Evelyn.

"I-I see…"

Evelyn took a deep breath once. The air that entered through her nose was a little moist, and a faint aroma of the scent drifted. She somehow tried to calm herself and relaxed the strength in her shoulders. The soft feel of the bed spread across her back, and she felt a little relief.

But that relief shattered in just an instant.

What she felt next was the chilly sensation of a rope. Cold and smooth, it touched her skin as if wrapping around it. She tried to pull her body away, but with her vision taken away her spatial awareness was thrown off, amplifying her fear.

"…Eh!? W-what is this…!?"

Her voice was hoarse and unreliable. The ropes that wound around her slender wrists and ankles tightened with an inorganic sound. That sound carried a coldness like metal rubbing.

The clerk said nothing. She simply fixed Evelyn's limbs to the four corners of the bed with flowing skill. There was no waste in the movements, as if it were everyday work. With no vision, Evelyn's fear only accelerated.