Chapter 98: I’m Her First.

Oh, it seems my thoughts and desires were also reflected in my expression, because I saw her seem to tremble and blush deeply.

"Ahem, Silvia, why are you taking so long? If you’re ashamed, you can just leave or wait for Iris to finish." (Azalea)

Perhaps to regain her composure, she stopped looking at me and spoke to Silvia.

"Ugh! You’re the shameless one. How can you even wear something like this in front of a man—and with nothing underneath, no less? What kind of immoral place is this?" (Silvia)

"Oh, dear customer, it seems you’ve misunderstood. There are several cabinets with thicker yukatas, and besides, you should obviously keep your underwear on."

I mean, originally there were only those thin yukatas, but over the last few days I bought some thicker, more comfortable ones in a wide variety of colors for all our customers.

Besides, I had already gotten used to the massages and the skills, so the fact that they were wearing thicker clothes wasn’t a problem for me.

"Huh? Really?" (Silvia)

"Really? Do we have to wear underwear?" (Azalea)

"￣へ￣"

Not only did Silvia seem surprised, but Lea also seemed genuinely taken aback, which in turn surprised me.

I mean, I’d overheard their conversation earlier, where Azalea handed Silvia the yukata and said that, but I thought it was meant to scare Silvia off and make her leave—yet it seemed like she genuinely believed it.

It seemed like common sense to me that you should keep your underwear on, but well, since it seemed so obvious to me, I forgot to look into it.

Maybe here, culturally, it’s normal not to wear them during a massage.

If that’s the case, I really want to praise that liberal culture. huehue~.

Hmm... But that also makes me wonder if last time I really misinterpreted some things and Lea wasn’t actually seducing me with her juicy, beautiful butt.

No!, she definitely wanted it to happen—I already confirmed it—and she wants it to happen again. Huehue.

Well, there’s not much point in dwelling on the past; the present was what mattered.

So, while Silvia was changing, I discreetly took Lea hand while giving her a flirtatious wink and led her to the corner of the room, where something that would make her happy was waiting for her.

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"So, dear client, may I ask what kind of massage you’d like?"

Silvia finally emerged from the changing room wearing a yellow yukata. She was a little restless, and you could tell she was a bit uncomfortable and nervous.

Which leads me to believe this is her first time in a place like this.

I guess I’ll be her first. Heh~.

"No... I’ll wait until you’re done with... huh? What’s she doing?"

She seemed to want to let Lea go first, but that wasn’t going to happen.

"Oh, she said she’d let you go first, and I recommended that she try out the new device we bought. It’s called a massage chair. It’s a chair that vibrates and gives a kind of light massage; it also helps the user relax."

I explained this to Silvia as we both watched Lea sitting in the massage chair.

Her eyes were covered with a sleep mask; she even had some padded headphones to block out the noise and a few scented candles around her.

Before Silvia finished getting changed, I suggested it to her, and she agreed without hesitation. She also said it would be good for her to recharge her energy, since she was a little tired from work.

Anyway, seeing Lea like that, Silvia realized she couldn’t do anything or keep refusing, so, with a slightly resigned look on her face, she looked at me.

"Haaah~. Fine, I didn’t really read the list of massages. I’m okay with anything, but nothing invasive or that involves touching inappropriate areas."

"Oh, that’s a common request I get when I massage clients of the opposite sex, but could you please specify exactly what you consider to be inappropriate areas? I’ve dealt with clients who say even the ears are off-limits."

"Ugh! Just avoid touching my breasts, my butt, and... you know, ’that.’"

"’That’? What do you mean by ’that’?"

"(╯▔皿▔)╯, don’t mess with me—I mean that! That!"

She said with a hint of annoyance as she pointed to her crotch.

Well, it seems she’s a little embarrassed to talk about those topics, which confirms her inexperience.

She seems like a serious, proper person—the kind of person who’s even more fun to tease.

"Ah! But, miss, that’s obvious. I’d refuse to give massages in those areas even if you asked me to; for women, my wife handles massages in those areas."

"huuff~, I’m glad that’s the case... wait, are there massages for those areas?"

"Yes, after all, every part of the body needs relief and care. If neglected for too long, it can cause stress and mood swings without you even realizing it."

"R-really?—ahem! I mean, let’s not talk about those things. I just want a normal massage..."

"I understand. I’ll give you a series of massages to physically relax you, relieve any physical discomfort, and help repair some of the accumulated damage."

"That sounds good. Yes, I’m in your care. What do I need to do? It’s my first time in a place like this."

"Oh, of course. Lie face down here and..."

I guided her and had her lie face down on the massage table. Now that Lea wasn’t there, she seemed to become more docile and calm.

At least she no longer has that impulsiveness and aggressiveness she had when she first came.

I hope this massage session is productive and can address many of her needs.

And, doing my very best, I began to massage her, seeking out and relieving the tension she was carrying in her body.

"Ahh~, this is..."

"That’s right, Miss Silvia, don’t hesitate to speak up if something feels wrong or if you’re uncomfortable. If I do something you don’t like, just tell me to stop right away."

I said as my fingers pressed on certain points on her back.

First, I needed to relax her body, which was a little tense—perhaps because she was in an unfamiliar situation.

"No, it’s not that—I was just surprised. We’re only just getting started, and I’ve already felt a great sense of relief."

"Hhehe! I’m glad my skills are living up to your expectations."

I let out a slightly awkward laugh and continued.

After pressing a few points, I began using the palms of my hands to make kneading motions, making sure to apply the right amount of pressure depending on the area and her build.

She began to let out little moans.

They were nothing out of the ordinary; she just seemed to be enjoying it, and there was no hidden meaning behind them.

"Ngh! That was a good one—I can really feel my body relaxing."

"That’s good. Hmm, I find this a bit curious. As a massage therapist, I can tell you seem to have a magical profession. Even so, you seem to use and train your physical body to some extent."

"Oh! You can tell? Well, you’re not entirely wrong—I have a hybrid profession. I can practice both breathing techniques and martial arts, but I only focus on the magical aspect; I don’t practice martial arts."

"Hmm, I see. Even so, your physical body seems to be in great shape."

"Well, being a maid isn’t easy, and over time I suppose I inevitably got into good physical shape."

"Hmm, forgive my ignorance, but since your profession allows you to practice combat arts, wouldn’t it be better to do so to make physical tasks easier for you?"

"Ugh! You’re right about that. At first I thought about doing it to improve my performance, but it’s hard to start something completely unfamiliar, and honestly, my job as a maid doesn’t give me much free time, so in the end I got so used to it that I stopped even considering it."

"I see, that makes a lot of sense, but I’m curious. Is there a hybrid profession related to being a maid?"

"Huh? Oh no, hahaha, my profession has nothing to do with domestic service."

"It doesn’t? Forgive my ignorance. I don’t know if you’re aware, but I come from a very rural town and don’t know much about these things."

"Oh, I see. Well, sometimes things don’t line up quite right, and you end up doing something that has nothing to do with your profession. You know? If you could only work in the profession you were born into, the world would be lacking in madis and servants, since there wouldn’t be enough people with those professions."

"Ah! That makes sense! Come to think of it, that’s exactly why I came to a big city. In my hometown, a massage therapist wasn’t really needed. If I hadn’t come here, I probably would have ended up as a farmer or a livestock breeder."

"Haah~ yeah, that’s life. Ugh, could you apply a little more pressure there?"

"As you wish, dear client."

"Aahh~, yeah, that’s it. I really regret now that I’ve never gone to a massage therapist in my whole life. This might be a better investment of my money than clothes."

"I’m glad you like that spot. There’s no greater pleasure for me than a satisfied customer. If you enjoyed my service, please feel free to recommend us, just like Lea did."

"Hmm~. Yeah, I-... ah!, right... Hey, do you mind talking while you’re giving these massages?"

"Huh? Of course not. In fact, I really enjoy it. Actually, I have to ask you if it bothers you to have a conversation with me. If it does, please don’t hesitate to say so. It’s normal for a client to want to relax in silence."

"Hmm... okay, even if I want to talk about you."

"About me? Well, I don’t have a problem with that, as long as it’s not anything particularly personal. I’m an open book."

Let’s see what she has in mind.

"It’s about Azalea—what do you think of her?"

"Well, she’s a very generous client when it comes to booking massages and tipping. At first I was a little nervous, since she’s nobility, but she turned out to be kind, and she also likes to chat during massages, so I really enjoy doing them for her. By the way, why don’t you call her by her nickname? I thought you two were really close friends."

"Ugh! Well, that’s true about the nickname—I used to call her that—but as her maid, most of the time I call her ’My Lady.’ You know, at some point it felt strange to call her by her nameand even weirder to call her by her nickname"

"Oh, so you really were her maid. Yeah, if I may say so: the two of you have a very peculiar relationship."

"You can say that again! Ah! But getting back to what we were talking about earlier, I wasn’t referring to how you thought of her as a client, but as a person—or more specifically, as someone of the opposite sex. when we got here, I noticed how you blushed when you saw her. Is there something going on between the two of you, by any chance?

"Ugh... a-about that, I-I..."

"Huh? Why are you suddenly so nervous!? Is something really going on? (≖_≖)"