Chapter 325 - 331

"Your wife must be one of the luckiest women in the world..." She closed her eyes, completely surrendering to the soothing, warm pressure of his hands gliding across her back.

"Haha, I certainly hope so," Quinn chuckled softly, knowing full well that his collection of MILFs was practically living a pampered, heavenly lifestyle—and Sylph was living proof of that very fact.

"Ahn... s-sorry, I let my voice slip out again," she stammered, flushing crimson as another heartfelt moan escaped her lips.

"Don’t worry about it, Madam. This is simply part of my job. Occasional vocal releases are entirely normal during deep tissue therapy," Quinn reassured her smoothly.

"Haha... apologies anyway. I honestly couldn’t stop my voice from carrying," she blushed, mortified by how easily her defenses were crumbling and how readily she was exposing her vulnerable side.

"Hmm, there’s no need to feel embarrassed, Madam. I can clearly tell that your body is crying out for genuine care and relief," Quinn murmured, gradually shifting his position closer to her upper torso, hovering right over the soft mounds pressed flat against the cushioned sheets.

Squealch... squelch... squelch...

"Ahn... you really don’t need to touch... that area, Quinn," she protested weakly, her breath catching as she felt his oiled fingers brushing against the exposed underside of her breasts.

"Madam? I believe these areas carry the heaviest burden of your physical stress," Quinn replied smoothly. Without waiting for permission, he cupped her soft, heavy breasts, kneading the plump flesh gently with a coating of warm herbal oil.

"Ahn... n-no... please, don’t go any further than that, Quinn. This is entirely inappropriate..." she pleaded, trying to pull away slightly. She knew things were quickly entering dangerous territory.

"I know exactly what I’m doing, Madam. Just relax and let me handle it," Quinn whispered. He thoroughly enjoyed the rich, velvety softness beneath his palms, letting his thumbs drift inward, edging closer and closer to her sensitive nipples.

"Stop right there!" She suddenly reached back, grabbing his wrist and forcefully pushing his hand away.

"Madam...? Are you perhaps not enjoying the treatment? The areas I was just working on are scientifically proven to store the most muscular tension," Quinn paused, feigning a look of innocent confusion as he left his hand locked beneath hers.

"S-Stop. That’s a dangerous boundary... and I’m quite fine now. Please, just focus on massaging my legs instead," she demanded, adamantly refusing to let him tease her nipples any further. She knew how perilous this game was becoming.

"Hah... if you insist, Madam, I will happily follow your orders. However, just remember you can always change your mind if the upper body tension returns," Quinn smiled warmly, completely unfazed by her sudden rejection.

Trying to play hard to get? Heh, let’s see if you can keep control of that wet pussy of yours once I unleash my squirting touch, Quinn thought maliciously. He had intentionally pushed her boundaries just to test her defenses and get her body worked up.

"Hmm... yes, please continue with my lower back," she sighed in profound relief. It was wildly dangerous to let a strange man roam freely over her skin—she was a married woman, after all—yet the soothing magic of Quinn’s hands was nearly impossible to walk away from, especially knowing he was the sole key to her husband’s recovery.

’I must simply be overthinking things... he’s a married professional, too. Maybe I just need to accept that a little physical relaxation feels—no, nevermind,’ she scolded herself internally, forcefully erasing any lingering thoughts of her breasts receiving further attention.

Who on earth could ever mistake a man fondling a married woman’s bare tits for a "simple massage"?

"I’ll resume right away, Madam. Please completely relax your muscles, and never hesitate to voice any concerns if my technique feels too intense," Quinn instructed, his hands moving down to her hamstrings with a soft, deliberate touch designed to lull her back into a false sense of security.

"Ngn... yes," she murmured, nodding against the bedding. It felt utterly bizarre, but she could literally feel her entire body growing uncomfortably hot. Her core felt heavy and damp, and to her absolute horror, even her nipples were beginning to harden beneath the sheets once more.

’What on earth is wrong with my mind... No, please, this is completely wrong. Why is my cunt suddenly burning up like this? Am I actually becoming aroused just because he touched my chest..?’ she panicked internally, desperately searching for the root cause of this sudden, uncontrollable wave of heat.

Kneed... kneed... kneed...

"By the way, Madam, if you don’t mind me asking... where and how did you first encounter the family head?" Quinn abruptly changed conversational tactics, shifting his hands upward along her thighs as he spoke.

Heh, let’s spice things up and break her down completely while she reminisces about that pathetic husband of hers, Quinn thought, sliding his fingers toward her sensitive spots and subtly deploying his physiological stimulation techniques over and over again.

"Ngn.. ahh... what kind of question is that all of a sudden? It’s terribly strange for you to bring up... ahh..." she gasped, letting out another shameful, breathless moan as his fingers brushed dangerously close.

"I’m just naturally curious, Madam. I can clearly see the profound, unwavering love you hold for your husband. That’s really the only reason behind my inquisitiveness," Quinn lied smoothly, maintaining a steady, hypnotic rhythm with his hands.

"Ngnn... it’s terribly embarrassing to talk about..."

"Oh, don’t be shy. Beneath that strict, composed exterior, I happen to know you’re a deeply passionate woman, Madam."

"Don’t be silly... I’m not that kind of frivolous person. I’ve always just worked... harder than anyone else..."

"Yes, you certainly have. So won’t you tell me the story, Madam? Just a little snippet of how your romantic and faithful romance began," Quinn smirked, his hands now sliding high up her inner thighs, moving faster and more purposefully with every passing second.

"Ngn.. ahh... well, just a tiny bit then. I really don’t like sharing our personal history... it’s terribly private..."

"Haha, of course, I completely understand."

"Uhm... I first met him at the grand awakening ceremony... back when all the young elites gathered for their initial trials... ahh... that was the exact moment our paths crossed," she murmured, the distant memories flashing vividly through her mind despite the overwhelming physical haze clouding her judgment.

"Wow... so the two of you crossed paths when you were both just youngsters, Madam?"

"Y-Yes... ahh... I really shouldn’t say anything more than that..."

"Why not, Madam? I’m sure a bit of emotional exposure would do you good."

"Please... no, I really can’t go on... ohh..."

"Is something the matter, Madam?"

"Don’t touch... that area... please, stop right there..."

"I’m merely helping you reach the absolute peak of relaxation, Madam. Hehe... looks like it’s finally time to feast."