Free Web NovelChapter 18: Siren Stronghold [ 14 ] [R-18]
The tentacle coiled around her thigh and crept upward until it found her clit. Pressed against it, and then finally vibrated.
"Mmmm~!"
She let out a low scream, almost a moan.
Her body betrayed her. Her back arched so hard only her shoulders and heels touched the table. Her hand on his forearm squeezed until something might have bruised.
[Target’s receptivity: 92%. Charm saturation approaching threshold.]
"I’m going to..." She couldn’t finish.
Nacho smiled. "I know."
She arched her back further. "I can’t..."
And yet...
"You can."
The tentacle inside her found that spot again and pressed. The one on her clit vibrated in pulses that matched her heartbeat, speeding up as her heart raced.
His hand squeezed her breast, thumb rolling over the peak, and she had nowhere to retreat. Every nerve ending in her body was occupied, surrounded and overwhelmed.
"Aaaaah~!"
She came with her eyes open, still staring at him. Looking at his face, his real face, and whatever she saw there was enough.
Her mouth opened in a silent cry that lasted three seconds, four, five, and then sound rushed back in and she let out a broken sob that had nothing to do with sadness and everything to do with release.
The tentacle slowed but didn’t stop. It rode her through it, gentle now, easing her down in stages. Her body twitched and jerked with aftershocks. She released his forearm and her hand fell to her side, limp.
Her eyes were wet.
She stared at the ceiling, chest heaving, and said nothing for a long time. ƒree𝑤ebnσvel.com
"So," Nacho said, wiping some of her juices off his hands. "Same time tomorrow?"
She laughed. It was the most human sound she’d made since walking in. It came from somewhere deep and it shook her whole body, which was still trembling, and the combination made her gasp and laugh at the same time.
"You’re insane..."
Nacho smirked. "An insanely good masseuse. Yeah."
Ignoring him, she continued, "I don’t even know what just happened."
"Advanced massage therapy happened. I don’t typically charge, but I can write you a receipt if your Legion reimburses wellness expenses."
She covered her face with both hands. "Oh gods. Oh gods, I just... in a storage room."
"Uhh... It’s not a storage room anymore, dummy. It’s a converted storage room. There’s a difference."
She spread her fingers and peered at him through the gap. Her pale green eyes were softer now. Still sharp. Still a captain’s eyes. But the wall behind them had a door in it that hadn’t been there an hour ago.
"Nobody hears about this."
"Doctor-patient confidentiality," Nacho replied confidently.
"...You’re not a doctor."
He thought over it for a moment, then snapped his fingers. "Massage therapist-client confidentiality. Same principle."
She sat up slowly. The tentacles had withdrawn. She looked down at herself, half-dressed and wrecked, and something flickered across her face. Not regret, more like assessment. She was running a tactical debrief on what had just happened, and the conclusion she was reaching was that she’d been outmaneuvered so thoroughly she hadn’t even noticed the engagement beginning.
"That tool," she said. "The warming one."
"What about it?"
"It’s not really a tool, is it?"
"No it isn’t. Still, I won’t tell you what it is. Anything else?"
She held his gaze. He held hers.
"Tomorrow doesn’t work for me, since I have work. But next week..." she said. "Next week, I’ll visit you at the same time."
She swung her legs off the table, grabbed her pants from the chair, and pulled them on with the efficient, practiced motions of someone who’d dressed in field conditions a thousand times. She tucked her undershirt in. Fixed her hair back into its bun.
By the time she was done, Captain Rhea Valdross was back. Assembled. Armored. Like the last hour had been a classified operation filed in a drawer that didn’t exist.
She reached into her pocket and pulled out two gold coins, tossing them onto the table without looking at it.
"This is for the extended session."
Nacho bowed. "Pleasure doing business with you. See you next week."
She paused at the door. Slightly turning around.
"Your hands really are good."
Then she was gone.
Nacho pulled his mask back up and stared at the coins on the table. He gathered them up and dropped them in his inventory.
[Talent Absorbed: All Weapon Mastery (Legendary)]
[Bonus!]
[Talent Absorbed: Dagger Duchess (Legendary)]
This was really fruitful... And I also got to test just how overpowered my Tentacle is. Not only that, my Charm stat skyrocketed from this exchange too.
[Charm: 25 → 34]
Jeez. Nacho ruffled his hair. A lot of new stuff popped up while I was doing the massage.
Notably, this stuff.
[Target’s receptivity: 92%. Charm saturation approaching threshold.]
From the looks of things, he could tell when she was on the brink of climaxing.
Once it reached 100%, he got a bonus of the Dagger Duchess Talent. When he focused on it, he saw that it gave him some sort of power-up in terms of throwing daggers.
Whenever he threw a dagger, the dagger would home in on people, its sharpness would be increased by 10x, and last but not least, he could summon daggers out of thin air using just his mana.
Nacho focused on this Talent and tested it right away.
[-5,000 MP | 1,190 / 6,190 (Regen 1/s)]
[Ding!]
[The Dagger Duchess has produced: Silverion Dagger (Rare)]
[Silverion Dagger (Rare)]
Durability: 5,000 / 5,000
Damage: 100
Since the sharpness should be increased by 10x, does that mean the damage would also be amplified by that much? Huh... It might be akin to shooting a literal bazooka at someone now.
Nodding to himself, Nacho decided to thank the person who made this possible.
"Thank you for your service, Captain," he said to the empty room.
And with that, his first shift as a masseuse was finally over.
