episode_0071

“Oops, I made a rude mistake by not recognizing the person. I’m sorry.”

After the hypnosis wore off, Olivia seemed to have regained her senses and apologized for showing hostility towards me when we first met.

It was true that I also attacked her without blinking, so I gladly accepted her apology.

“My name is Bern. Although it hasn’t been long since I visited Chernobyl, I fell in love with the charm of the city while visiting various restaurants. Haha.”

“That’s a story I’m really thankful for. It took a lot of effort to make Chernobyl what it is today. however… What’s going on here… ?”

Olivia poured out her praises for her city, but got straight to the point with a thank you.

It’s not easy either.

“A thought occurred to me while eating food at restaurants: If the quality of food at regular restaurants is this good… What about the cooking of Baron Felison, former imperial chef and lord of Chernobyl, the city of taste? I really wanted to try it once.”

This is also sincere.

Of course, I’ve only heard of one one-star bakery, but that alone was enough to make it a great restaurant in most cities.

This is just one star?

This proves that Olivia’s taste in rating stars is not particularly picky.

Why?

Of course, that’s because the food you cook is the most delicious.

This is my reasoning.

“Haha. It’s my cooking… It seems like I haven’t eaten that in quite a while. As you can see. Because my hands are like this. I’m sorry.”

Olivia holds out her hands to me with a sad smile.

At first glance, the two hands were curled up like they were just clenched fists, but the skinny hands were trembling slightly as they had not used their muscles for a long time.

hmm… I can’t help it.

I think I need to start treatment as soon as possible.

“Yes. This is a fact I have also heard.”

“… Are you trying to mock me?”

Oh my.

Don’t you have to listen to the Korean language(?) until the end?

“Is that possible? Rather, I came here because of those hands.”

“My… Because of your hands? no way… !”

Are you quick-witted?

Perhaps because I had been hypnotized, my thoughts seemed to naturally flow in that direction.

“Yes. I can heal the Baron’s hand.”

“Oh my god… Well, is that really true? Even so many priests gave up… !”

How shocking my words were, even with my pupils, I am Olivia.

The charismatic lord from before was nowhere to be seen, and through hypnosis, ‘Bern can heal Olivia’s hand.’ Even though I said that, I doubt my words.

“However, it is not something that can be fixed in a short time. Continuous treatment is needed.”

“That’s not important! really… If only you would really fix my hand-!”

I never thought I would be this desperate.

He grabbed my hand without hesitation (of course, he couldn’t really hold it because of my hand) and even shed tears.

How much pain must you have suffered during this time?

He smiled and comforted Olivia, who was emotionally upset.

She had already fallen into my hands.

***

[Name: Olivia Felison. He is 83 years old. She is a half-elf born between a human and an elf, and has a shorter lifespan than elves, who live about a thousand years, but longer than a human.]

no wonder… I thought he was too young for a lord of a city. It was a half-elf.

He’s a little older than I thought, but… At any rate, she is about 50 years younger than Ellen.

Anyway, at Olivia’s request, we decided to start treatment today.

Before starting treatment, I asked for a few things, the first of which was a quiet room and bed.

what… Of course, the treatment I will do is sex therapy.

Of course, it is not just a sex treatment, but a massage is prepared as a treatment of its own.

Although I have no expertise in massage… Wouldn’t it be okay to just roughly massage the tight muscles? I want to think about it.

The bed in the room doesn’t have holes like a massage bed, but it looks quite expensive considering it was prepared in a hurry.

There are various oils, towels, diffusers, etc. near the bed… I don’t really need it.

I can replace the oil with my acid solution.

Still, I decided to give it a try since I had the sincerity to prepare it.

As I was organizing my surroundings for a moment, I heard the door open behind me and Olivia came in.

Olivia covered herself awkwardly and walked towards me while looking at me.

Her outfit… She was wearing a micro bikini.

A body full of volume that I didn’t notice when I was wearing a chef’s uniform.

Rather, the breasts and pubic area covered with both arms stood out and secreted more female pheromones.

Oh… I think I’m already getting an erection.

Olivia barely managed to soothe her cock, and as she watched her in silence, Olivia opened her mouth that had been closed.

“… I wore what you told me to wear. What should I do now?”

At some point, the name by which I was called changed from “you” to “you,” and my voice, which used to be firm and strong, became thin and slightly feminine.

The shallow blush on her face represents her emotions, and her shaking pupils don’t know what to do, so they only stare at me.

Oh shit. Should I cover it up with a massage or something?

I am truly experiencing the limits of my patience.

But we can’t just eat here and end it.

“You can lie down comfortably on this bed.”

Olivia was led to the bed.

With my thighs pressed together, I slowly climb onto the bed in front of me with short steps.

Finally, she lay down at attention, looking up at the sky, and her tense muscles showed how nervous she was.

She lost the hand she had spent her entire life with, and along with her job, she also lost her favorite dish.

I’ve been frustrated living as the lord of Chernobyl for several years, and I’ve finally been able to heal that hand that I love and hate.

“Hehe. You seem too nervous. It’s not painful or difficult, so don’t worry too much. Could you please turn over?”

“Ugh… Ah, I see… ”

He applied oil to both hands and patted the bed with a bright smile.

Of course, the micro bikini only covers the nipples of the plump breasts, and the faintly visible abdominal muscles are ugly, but isn’t it the national rule to start the massage from the back?

Although the bed I was lying on didn’t have a hole for my face, I laid down with my face buried in a soft pillow.

Then you see the breathtaking back view.

Two long legs and buttocks rising high into the sky.

Her breasts were crushed by the bed mattress and were perfect, even sticking out on both sides.

Also, his skin was so clean that, except for the scars on his arms and hands that looked like they had been injured while cooking, it was truly pure white.

I can’t believe I can manipulate this body at will…

It was something I couldn’t even imagine as a person living on Earth.

Fortunately, Olivia’s body trembled less and her muscles became more relaxed than before, as if it was more comfortable not being able to see my face.

I felt like I could start now.

“Then… Let’s start treatment. Relax your body and reflect on the sensations as much as possible.”

With quite plausible words, he slowly placed his hand starting from Olivia’s arm so as not to startle her.

When the oil that covered her hands touches her soft skin, she flinches at the cold touch.

Tsk-bung-

Perhaps because he is a professional chef who has been cooking for decades, his arm muscles were still alive and well even though he had given up cooking in recent years.

It’s hard, but it’s also resilient enough to be tough and has perfect flexibility.

Tsugeeook-

As I massaged her muscles with moderate force, Olivia seemed to have gotten used to it and surrendered herself to my touch.

Umm… But this isn’t easy. Is this working properly?

When I see that Olivia, who is receiving a massage, doesn’t react much, I feel a little anxious.

It may be curing because of hypnosis, but… It doesn’t feel cool.

My goal is to heal, but in the end, my main goal is to eat her and make her my bitch.

I had no choice but to hypnotize him and say, ‘Every time you receive my treatment, your body heats up and your sex drive increases.’ It was only after I added this that I started to see a little response.

“Ughhh- Ah… there… Ugh-”

Okay, this is it.

I can feel her body gradually getting hotter in my palms. Sweat was beading on the parts that had not yet been touched by the oil, and rubbing my thighs made my private parts feel itchy.

But regardless, I intentionally slowly massaged the areas farthest from my erogenous zones, such as my arms, calves, and back.

Olivia lifted her face off the pillow and looked at me, looking like she wanted to say something.

“Hmm… He, you… Hey, maybe… Can you massage other parts too? Oh no! Hmm-”

It’s cute.

I can clearly see what he’s trying to say, but he hides his face in the pillow again to hide his flushed face.

This is a woman who married Yori without knowing a man all her life.

I decided to take a little look.