It Seems Like The Infamous Trash Can is Right Here! - Chapter 163
Massage…?
Come to think of it, there had been a massage bed in the bathroom. It also had several kinds of oils prepared as well.
Normally, noble ladies of marriageable age received daily skin massages, but I wasn’t accustomed to such things and had put it off again and again.
Had there been a personal maid assigned to me, she would have made a fuss, insisting a bride-to-be mustn’t neglect herself. But those attendants were to be carefully chosen and placed after the wedding, so for now, there was no one to scold me.
“Do you know how?”
“Mm… perhaps?”
His answer sounded rather vague.
Even so, I decided not to refuse him. His eyes, when he suggested it, had been far too persuasive. And truthfully, my shoulders, back, and calves were indeed sore.
Yet once I stripped off everything, even my undergarments, and lay down on the massage bed, embarrassment crept in belatedly. Still, it was something I would have to grow used to eventually.
Even Vivian received her baths and massages from her maids. No wonder her skin was always so smooth.
Lying face-down in wait, I felt Lionel cover my hips and thighs with a warmed towel, a glass vial of oil sloshing gently in his hand. It was his way of keeping me from growing cold.
“I wonder if you like this scent.”
Pouring the fragrant oil, rich with herbs and blossoms, into his palms, he spread it broadly over my back. Shoulders, nape, and flanks, all pressed and stroked with steady strength.
“Mmm… ahh….”
A sigh slipped out unbidden as my body loosened.
“Does it hurt?”
“No, not at all.”
For someone who had answered so ambiguously, he was already better than the maids who had massaged me on the night of the masquerade ball.
This man… was even skilled at massages. Was there anything he could not do?
After working down through my feet and calves, he removed the towel, poured more oil, and spread it warm across my hips and thighs.
Lionel had always been careful during intimacy, never kneading me so boldly. But now, his strong hands pressed and shaped my flesh like kneading dough.
It was refreshing, yes, but soon the sensations turned faintly indecent.
Especially when his hands brushed the inside of my thighs, or when he cupped my hips in both palms, or when he pressed upward from hip to waist with his thumbs. Each time, my body twitched against my will.
If this went on, I would end up wet down there.
No, truthfully, I already was. He might notice. That I had grown aroused from a massage.
“Lionel, I think that’s enough.”
“There are still many knots I’ve not undone… Are you uncomfortable?”
“Not uncomfortable, but… I’m relaxed enough that I feel sleepy. The massage must be working well.”
I even forced a hand to my lips, pretending to yawn.
But then….
“If you’re sleepy, then sleep. I’ll move you to the bed when I’m finished.”
What… what was I supposed to do with that?
I I felt like tearing my hair out.
‘I should have come up with a better excuse…!’
In the end, I was trapped, unable to decide, to stop him, the massage continuing.
“Shall we have you lie face-up now?”
At his request, I turned and lay flat. His hands kneaded each arm in turn, gradually rising toward my chest. Tracing careful circles around the curves… until he reached the taut peak…
“N-no.”
I caught his wrist with a tearful face.
“There’s no need… to touch there….”
He gazed steadily into my eyes, then nodded.
“As you wish.”
Avoiding my n*****s, he massaged the tight spots beneath my b*****s and along my underarms.
‘He must think it’s strange…’
I knew… But I couldn’t help it.
