episode_0074

A soft rustle.

Fosao slowly rose from his seat.

He approached the candle placed on the table, then puffed to extinguish it.

Creak. Creak.

The lodge floor creaked with every step of the giant shadow.

Pant. Pant.

Rough breathing was also heard.

She felt dazed.

The sound of her heart beating rapidly echoed in her ears.

When she placed her hand on her chest, it throbbed.

Creeeaak.

Fosao climbed onto the bed.

Then he slowly lay down behind her, placing his hairy hand on her thigh.

Soft pants.

His rough breathing tickled her ear.

Her naked body.

Only a thin, pure white cloth covered her.

Fosao lightly gripped the cloth and asked in a trembling voice.

“S-so… I’ll, I’ll do it…?”

“…”

She affirmed with silence.

Rustle.

As if opening a performance, the blanket was gently drawn aside.

Her pale white legs were revealed in the moonlight, and the cold air touched her skin.

She felt a slight chill, but it was only for a moment.

Immediately, Fosao’s warm palm enveloped her ankle.

As always, the massage began with a gentle caress.

It started from her ankle and moved up to her knee.

He carefully touched and rubbed each bone as if intending to feel every single one.

“Ngh.”

Was it because she had walked around so much with Fosao, enjoying the festival?

Her heavy legs quickly relaxed.

As soon as he finished massaging her knee, his hand moved up another span.

It was towards her thigh, which was covered by the blanket.

A soft slide.

Fosao’s fingers stopped at the edge of the blanket.

“…”

“Huu, huu.”

His hurried breaths seemed to ask her:

‘Is it okay to cross this line?’

Feeling Fosao’s palm carefully gripping above her knee, an old memory suddenly resurfaced.

When her legs were incredibly sore back in Charrak Village. She had received a massage like this then.

Back then, the moment Fosao’s hand went under the blanket, she had thought of kicking him away immediately.

But now…

Sliiiiide.

Fosao’s thick fingers slipped under the blanket.

So much so that she felt her past sensitivity was absurd…

She let this large hand climb up her thigh.

“Ugh…”

It came closer.

Further inward.

A gentle squeeze.

When Fosao applied a little pressure, she couldn’t help but be surprised.

His hand had reached deep into her thigh… just below that area.

It had come in so smoothly and gently that she hadn’t even noticed.

Thump. Thump.

Her heart pounded wildly.

At the same time, she felt uneasy.

If his hand moved up just a little more… it felt like it would soon touch her sensitive spot.

What should she do?

If Fosao suddenly touched her there, how should she react?

Should she get angry?

It might be a mistake… should she just warn him?

Her mind was complicated, and she was on edge.

As if knowing her burning anxiety, Fosao silently began massaging her thigh.

Press. Press.

But such worries were only momentary.

The moment she closed her eyes, she felt a sensation like knots unraveling in warm water.

“Haaah…”

It felt so good.

Fosao hadn’t made a mistake.

As if to reassure her anxious heart, he very carefully applied pressure only to her thigh.

That was the end of the leg massage.

Next, the back and shoulder massage followed.

“Ti-Tia. Please lie face down on the bed now.”

“Yes…”

She pulled the blanket up to her waist, revealing her back and shoulders.

Lying flat on the bed, her chest felt a little constricted from the pressure.

But the embarrassment was greater than that.

Showing her bare back to Fosao… gave her a strangely empty, shiver-inducing feeling…

Tap.

A hand was placed on her shoulder blade.

Stroke- stroke.

He rubbed gently along her skin.

He created gentle ripples on her skin, as if spreading something broadly.

“Tia’s body is… it’s a-amazing. Your shoulders are small… and your back seems th-thin. But it’s even, even beautiful…”

Fosao chuckled behind her.

“It feels like t-touching a jewel.”

“…”

She couldn’t speak.

Because her heart wouldn’t stop pounding, because she felt something strange.

Silently receiving Fosao’s massage was the best she could do.

“Ti-Tia. When I… get, get married… I want to give this massage to my bride too. So… tell me h-how the massage feels.”

She was too embarrassed to say anything!

And this Fosao, without any tact, asked for her impressions of the massage again.

If he asked if it felt good… it felt wonderful.

Fosao’s bride would receive this pleasant massage every day.

Even though she’d have many duties to do in place of the slow and lazy Fosao.

If she could receive a massage every night, that might not be so bad either…

“H-how is it, Tia?”

“Mmm- it’s good…”

“H-how good is it?”

“It feels like something is unraveling… it hurts but it’s good…”

“H-how are my hands?”

“Fosao’s hands… they’re good… Ouch!”

Hey!

Pressing her spine while she was talking was cheating!

Pant. Pant.

She felt Fosao’s cold sweat dripping onto her shoulder.

It was like being caught in a drizzle indoors…

It was amusing.

When the pressure massage finished along her spine down to her waist.

Fosao said.

“This is the l-last part…”

She had already reached the end of the full body massage.

She felt it ended faster than expected.

She felt a twinge of regret inside.

“T-turn over on your side, Tia.”

Rustle.

She covered her body with the blanket and turned onto her side.

Fosao also lay down beside her, behind her back, and carefully placed his hand on her shoulder.

Oh?

She felt a strange, unfamiliar sensation, different from usual.

Fosao swallowed hard.

“A b-breast… massage. Is that okay?”

“The advanced technique you did before?”

“No. That was h-half-hearted. A full body massage is to massage the en-entire breast.”

Did that mean… he was going to touch her breasts?!

Just as her body stiffened in surprise.

Sliiiiide.

A warm hand slowly descended along her curves to her waist.

It felt like a hot stone moving, so even without seeing it, she knew where Fosao’s hand was.

After slowly stroking her waist a couple of times…

Sliiiiide.

Like a snake coiling, it slowly burrowed under the blanket.

Fosao’s hot breath brushed her cheek.

Hoo-wosh! Hoo-wosh!

A hot, damp hand touched her bare skin.

It was between her side and lower abdomen.

That unfamiliar touch alone froze her, unable to move.

Fosao whispered into her ear.

“R-relax… Tia…”

“Yes…”

The moment she relaxed slightly.

Fosao’s hand crawled up again.

It stopped just below her breast. Then, it gently stroked that spot a few times.

“…”

So embarrassing.

So embarrassed, she bit her lip.

Even so…

She didn’t want to push this hand away.

As something grew more pleasant.

Because her chest was warming…

“Hoo-wosh, hoo-wosh. H-how is it?”

“…It’s okay.”

“Then…”

Fosao gently removed his hand, then.

A sudden grab.

Immediately, he placed his hand on her breast.

“…Ngh!”

She swallowed a surprised gasp.

Her face flushed hot.

Here… even Ritsu hadn’t touched here yet.

She… had allowed Fosao’s hand to enter.

“D-don’t be nervous… Tia…”

“Ugh…”

Fosao’s fingers spread wide and grasped her left breast as if cupping it.

“Haaah…!”

Her heart was beating so fast… she felt like her head would go strange…

Fosao continued to move his fingers.

Squish.

As if pressing a water bag once.

He pressed her breast firmly… then released.

After repeating that a few times.

Rub- rub.

This time, he began to gently knead and slowly rotate it.

“Haaah…”

She opened her eyes, exhaling a hot breath.

Above the blanket covering her chest, she could see the shape of Fosao’s fingers, like a large spider.

Finally, it felt real.

That Fosao had invaded this place no one had ever touched.

And that she had let Fosao freely grasp her breasts without resistance…

That fact was so embarrassing her heart felt like it would burst.

Fosao rubbed her breast and asked.

“H-how is it, Tia…?”

“…”

“Hmm?”

“It’s embarrassing…”

“Why? Why… is it em-embarrassing?”

She wanted to bury her face in the blanket and say nothing.

Fosao persistently pressed her for answers.

He continued to fondle her breasts, as if coaxing a reply.

She managed to answer in a barely audible voice.

“Because my breasts are… small…”

“Small? N-no! Hoo-wosh! Tia’s breasts… hoo-wosh! They’re so s-soft… and just, just right!”

As he said that, Fosao spread his hand wide as if measuring.

“L-look at this. They… they fit perfectly in my hand. Heheheh…”

“…”

“And they’re s-sensual. Tia’s bare breasts… are truly the b-best.”

“…Really?”

“O-of course! Hehe… Whehe…”

She didn’t know if he was making it up to reassure her.

But either way, hearing compliments from Fosao made her feel a little better.

Before she knew it, Fosao was holding her from behind.

Her embarrassment had also calmed a bit… she leaned her chest forward and completely entrusted herself to Fosao’s touch.

“Aah…”

“Does it hurt?”

“N-no… it’s okay…”

“Heheheh…”

His hot, damp hand would sweep up her entire breast.

And he would gently knead them, like shaping dough.

Both ways felt good.

“Ugh…”

A memory suddenly came to mind.

A long time ago. Fosao had once fondled her body, claiming he would give her a massage like this.

And a very private place at that.

“…Fosao.”

“Hmm?”

“‘That time’… why did you do that?”

“N-nuh?”

It was when she was young.

She had played hide-and-seek with Ritsu to her heart’s content at the general store, and then taken a nap together.

But suddenly, Fosao had shaken her awake.

She thought it was already evening and tried to wake Ritsu too.

But Fosao shushed her and told her to follow him to a room alone.

When they went upstairs, Fosao suddenly told her to take off her pants, saying he would give her a leg massage.

As a child, she had no suspicion and pulled down her pants.

Fosao stared at the space between her legs with bloodshot eyes, panting heavily.

Then he reached out his fingers and recklessly touched the place that should never be touched.

It was so strange that she screamed for him to stop.

But Fosao didn’t listen to her, continuing to touch her with a scary expression.

Eventually, she wet herself and burst into tears.

A flustered Fosao told her that this was their secret and not to tell anyone.

She was too young back then, so she only felt embarrassed about wetting herself and kept quiet.

…But a while later, she heard stories from her aunts about ‘a woman’s body’ and ‘chastity.’

That’s when she realized how shameless Fosao’s actions toward her had been, and she was greatly shocked.

She starved for two days.

After that, she never went to the general store again.

Because she hated Fosao to death.

Fosao stammered an explanation.

“I’m sorry… I, I knew that shouldn’t happen… but I h-hadn’t met a woman for too long… and it was out of c-curiosity… I think.”

“…”

“Even now, I don’t, don’t ask for forgiveness… I’m truly s-sorry.”

He was apologizing in a trembling voice.

But Fosao was still fiddling with her breast.

She uttered a complaint.

“Hey. I can’t believe you at all when you say that while touching my breast.”

“N-nuh-uhh-!!”

Fosao hurriedly removed his hand from her breast.

She turned her eyes away with a pout.

“…But you’re wrong.”

“Uh, huh?”

“I already forgave you.”

Fosao’s eyes and mouth widened.

“Wh-what?!”

“If I hadn’t forgiven you in the first place, I wouldn’t have let you touch my breast…”

“…”

He was silent.

She turned to look, and Fosao was heaving, breathing heavily, his whole body shaking.

Hoo-wosh-!! Hoo-wosh-!!

Fosao’s panting grew louder.

And suddenly, he reached out and firmly grasped her breast.

“…Ah?!”

This wasn’t a breast massage this time.

The small peak rising in the center of her breast.

The spot her aunt Olivia had lovingly offered to a newborn.

Worm-like fingers firmly pressed her nipple.

“Hyaak-?!”

“Ti-Tia…!”

He rubbed it roughly as if pinching.

“Ow…!”

It hurt from being pinched.

But something else, a tingling sensation and an itchy tickle, also rose up, so…

“Haaah… haaah…!”

“Tia…! Tiaaaah…!”

It’s strange.

Every time she gasped for breath… a subtle ripple surged.

The tickling sensation made her mind go blank from head to toe, and she clutched the sheet tightly with her hands.

Sweat beaded on her neck.

Fosao’s scent and her own sweat mixed… and she couldn’t think of anything.

Her heart pounded like climbing a steep hill.

Fosao pinched her nipple even harder, as if unwilling to let go of what he had seized.

“…Ngh!! Haaah…!”

Hoo-ok-! Hoo-ok-! Ti-Tia…!

Suddenly, something soft and squishy touched her thigh.

“…?!”

Her body trembled slightly from the unfamiliar sensation, but only for a moment.

As her nipple was rubbed, something else, a thrilling and itchy sensation, squeezed her heart firmly.

She felt dazed.

Her vision blurred, and her breath grew hot.

…She was scared. Something shiver-inducing, something was coming.

If this continued just a little longer, her heart felt like it would burst…

Fosao squeezed her breast tightly.

“Ti-Tia!”

“Haaah… haaak…”

“Ah… aah…! I-it’s cominggg…!!”

At the same time his fingers firmly pressed her nipple.

A jolt pierced through her entire body.

“Nnnngh…!!”

She curled up.

Fosao also shivered.

She hadn’t done anything.

Something hot surged wildly through her body.

Haaah- haaah-.

The feeling was so good she couldn’t breathe.

A wave-like jolt gently swirled through her entire body.

“Haaah…”

All strength drained from her body.

It was hot.

Her whole body was drenched in sweat, she wanted to kick off the blanket…

Huuu. Huuu.

Fosao was calming his body, exhaling rough breaths rapidly.

Fosao was also drenched in sweat, just like her.

“I-it’s over… Tia.”

“…”

It’s… over?

Her body felt tingly, so she slightly crossed her legs.

The area between her thighs felt strangely slick.

It didn’t feel like sweat. It felt like something jam-like was smeared there.

Sliiiick.

She put her hand between her legs and touched the liquid.

It was sticky and slick, like a snail’s mucus.

She lifted her fingers and held them up to the window.

The sticky liquid shimmered in the moonlight, stretching between her fingers like a suspension bridge.

Plop.

She let her hand drop onto the bed.

She didn’t know.

She had no strength left.

Fosao’s thick palm was still cupping her breast.

Her back was warm from the hot sweat and heat.

…Honestly, even though she had done this much for him.

She wished Fosao would gain a little confidence too.

If Fosao were to safely meet a woman and even marry her someday.

What kind of person would his future wife be?

…She didn’t know.

She was tired.

Tonight, she wanted to fall asleep like this, held in his arms.