Ch.103Reward-Giving(?) NPC. (4)

A softness that human hands cannot feel—elastic, fragrant, warm, and cozy—wraps around my body.

*Splash. Splash.*

Each time the person in the bath touches the gray golem, a liquid thicker than water flows, adding to the heat.

*Slide, slide.*

[How is it? I’ve been thinking hard and preparing this for you every day. Does it feel good?]

“Yeah. This is seriously no joke?”

*Splash. Splash.*

[Hehe. I’m glad you like it.]

“Ahhh…”

The female golem who cannot speak and the man who can make sounds. With each movement of her hands, the man lets out pleasurable moans.

And seeing his reactions, the golem moves her body more enthusiastically.

[Hehe. Finally. Finally one of my dreams has come true.]

“Well. Such a modest dream…! Haaah.”

[Here, right? This is where you like it?]

“Y-yes. There. Ugh, it’s killing me. A little harder.”

*Splash, splash. Squeeze, squeeze.*

When the golem’s smooth touch moves—different from what he expected—Jack the Caretaker releases a soft tone unlike his usual self, offering no resistance.

And seeing this, Gore, who controls the golem through the status window, was feeling overwhelming joy.

“Ugh, this is insane…! Hah!”

[How is it? I really prepared, practiced, and simulated a lot.]

“It’s amazing. When did you even start…”

[Since I first thought about wanting to see your body.]

That was quite a while ago, wasn’t it? I’m pretty sure it was when we were hunting [Hyper-Acidic Slimes] in the Empire. She’s been preparing this since then until now?

You’re really something else, seriously.

Jack, not resisting Gore’s movements and surrendering his body to her, continues to exhale deeply. This is truly addictive.

Warm, soft, cozy, and on top of that…

[Here too, you’re quite tense.]

“Urgh?! Just how much do you know about my body…!!”

[Since I didn’t know until now, I’m learning by touching every inch of it.]

*CRACK!!*

“Haaah~!!”

Gore extends her arms to wrap around his upper body, applies a little pressure, and a warm sensation flows through his body as the knotted muscles release with an audible sound.

Wow, this is insane. My god, where did she learn this? It feels so damn good!!

After entrusting my consciousness—which was melting under Gore’s gentle touch and warm, cozy sensation—to her actions, I recall once more how I ended up allowing her to handle my entire body like this.

*

Gore dragged me into the bathroom and said she wanted to scrub my back.

Dumbfounded, I asked what kind of reward that was supposed to be for her.

[First, I hope you don’t misunderstand what I’m about to say. I’m very happy to serve Lady Ira. However, I’m not Lady Ira’s maid—I’m your maid. Yet, I’ve never once provided proper maid service to you. Do you understand what this means?]

No matter how foolish I might be, I couldn’t miss the point after hearing that.

She’s my maid, but at some point, she had completely become Ira’s maid.

She wants to receive my attention, take my orders, and serve me. But my priority has always been Ira.

And while she’s happy to serve Ira whom I cherish, she created the golem to be my maid.

Yet she’s never had the chance to properly serve me, which must have been frustrating for her.

Understanding this, I removed my top, wrapped a robe around my lower half, and entrusted my back to Gore.

[Th-this! This is my master’s back muscles!! It’s magnificent! The trapezius and deltoids are evenly developed without excess, and the latissimus dorsi… practically developed, like strongly forged steel…!!!]

I received her back-scrubbing service while enduring her evaluation of my back muscles.

After receiving a decent bath service, I expected our reward time to end pleasantly, but…

*Grab!!*

“Huh? Hey! Gore, the reward is over…”

[Just a moment. Now that I’ve done this, I’ve realized there’s one more thing to do. This connects to my reward, but it’s also something you need.]

Gore, who pressed both hands on my shoulders as I tried to get up, pushed her chest against the top of my head and began feeling around my body. Honestly, I thought about throwing her off in shock, but…

[Hmm, hmm. Here too, and here. It seems perfect, yet it’s twisted. Here too. Here too. Hmm.]

She was earnestly pressing and tapping my chest, back, and sides, completely unaware that she was pushing her elastic chest against me. No matter how I looked at it, her actions showed sincere service rather than ulterior motives.

Absolutely, absolutely not because Gore’s chest against my head felt more elastic than expected that I didn’t get up.

Really!!!

Then she pulled away and began turning her body into liquid, even though I hadn’t asked for anything.

‘…Is this the slime body she used for torture before?’

[I’m going to wrap around your body briefly. Please tell me if it’s too hot or cold. I can adjust the temperature somewhat with my lesser spirit skill effects.]

“Uh, okay.”

Surely Gore wouldn’t torture me. With a leap of faith, I quietly watched as her liquid adhered to my body, and then…

*Crack.*

“Ugh?!”

[Did that hurt?]

“N-no. It just suddenly went in. What was that…”

[From now on, I’ll loosen your twisted and stiffened muscles. Please think of it as a light massage.]

After that, she touched the slime liquid on my body, applying small impacts or pressing pressure here and there. Gradually, I felt the strength draining from my entire body. And then…

[I’m going to move to the front for a moment.]

“Uh, okay? Wait, hold on…”

[There’s no ulterior motive, so please don’t worry.]

Gore embraced my body from the front, put her hands in my armpits to lift my arms, and then squeezed me gently but firmly, causing tremendous sounds to emanate from my back and shoulders.

For a moment, I truly thought my body was being destroyed, but…

[You’re human after all, Master. I had forgotten because you’re so strong. But naturally, the human body feels strain from such movements. Your entire body needs correction.]

The golem pressed her chest against mine while staring expressionlessly at my face, her status window speaking in a businesslike manner.

At that point, I really had no choice. I could genuinely feel that she was concerned about me and that she wasn’t doing this out of some ulterior motive.

And now…

*CRACK!!*

“Haaah~!”

[We’re almost done. Are you in pain or feeling too hot?]

“It doesn’t hurt, but it could be a little warmer.”

[Then I’ll raise the temperature a bit more.]

Gore’s movements—grabbing my arms and bending me sideways while using the slime on my waist to correct my posture—are drawing out pleasure on a completely different level from human massage.

Seriously, if Gore opened a massage shop, she’d become rich in no time.

*Squish. Squish.*

But I would never tell her to do that. Her body is already beyond the level of a stone golem.

[Phew. It was quite challenging, but it was a good time to admire your body… I mean, a good time to directly serve your body.]

“Haah! Is it over?”

[Yes. Would you like to try moving your arms, waist, or legs?]

Oh, this is no joke. I was definitely exhausted today and had planned to give Gore her reward quickly and go to sleep. But that fatigue seems to have completely disappeared.

Moreover…

“I feel more flexible than usual?”

[With all the knotted and twisted muscles, and the slightly misaligned bones and joints now back in place, it’s natural that your range of motion has increased.]

I can touch the floor with the back of my hand, no—if I push a little more, I could even reach my wrist. Usually, I could only reach with my palm. This is seriously no joke; it’s almost therapeutic?

“Ha. Thank you, Gore.”

[I should be thanking you. For the se… I mean, for giving me this reward.]

Gore seemed about to say something strange just now. But I’m in an extremely good mood right now. More than her silly words, I want to reward her for the service she provided me, and my hand naturally moves…

I end up patting the head of the golem kneeling respectfully before me. Ha, this is ridiculous. How is she even a golem? Why is everything so soft?

[…Thank you. It’s been a while since you patted me.]

“Has it?”

[Yes. Recently you’ve only been doing it to Reina Ragni, so honestly, I was a bit jealous.]

I don’t think that’s right, didn’t I pat you… Ah, I probably stopped quickly because you said something stupid.

I realize I’ve been quite indifferent and harsh to Gore, who always protects and takes care of Ira.

Reina Ragni is at least a “person,” so my heart was naturally moved by her affection toward me.

But Gore and the status window aren’t even “people” to begin with.

A golem is a monster, and the status window is clearly a system or machine—like an AI software on a computer. That’s why I wasn’t particularly moved by her affectionate words or requests, and I still feel that way.

But that wasn’t right. After all, she has emotions too.

“Just try to reduce the stupid talk from now on. I’ll pat you often.”

[…Hehe. I think I’ll be able to restrain myself a bit after today.]

“Is that so.”

After patting her hair until I’m satisfied with the texture, we enter the bath together.

This also carries the meaning of the maximum reward I can give to Gore.

She said serving me was her reward, but it’s strange that I received more in this maid’s reward time, isn’t it?

And to avoid any misunderstandings, our bath is large enough for two adult men to fit comfortably. We’re not going to be rubbing against each other.

I’m actually quite wealthy, you know?

So we finished our pleasant mixed bath(?) and left the bathroom…

*Stagger.*

“…Huh?”

[Master?]

*Grab!!*

[Master?!! MASTER!!!]

Shit. What’s happening? Suddenly all strength is draining from my body, and my head hurts.

Not the pleasant weakness I felt during Gore’s massage. It feels like something is being sucked out of my body.

Just before I collapsed headfirst, Gore caught me, and my face touched her plump chest, but I don’t have the luxury to appreciate that sensation.

My head, I can’t put strength into my body…

[MASTER!!!] [Excuse me for a moment.]

The moment I caught sight of text that seemed written by a completely different entity behind Gore’s status window desperately calling me, my consciousness cut off.

*

“…Ugh, what is this?”

My head hurts.

I remember being beside Gore and collapsing. The sudden weakness and terrible headache made it feel like my memory was instantly severed.

And somehow it feels like I’ve just opened my eyes, but where am I?

The surroundings are bright as day, no—a white space like a blank sheet of paper. It’s a place I don’t recognize.

Ah, I should have done that thing when waking up, the “unfamiliar ceiling” line or whatever.

[Welcome.]

“……”

As I’m having these foolish thoughts, suddenly a status window appears before me.

And even though I might be stupid, I immediately noticed this wasn’t Gore. What’s going on? Are talking status windows trending these days?

“What are you? Who are you? Where’s Gore?”

[Over here. I’m over here.]

The status window floats around as if deliberately drawing my gaze, making me turn my head, and I absentmindedly follow it with my eyes.

And there…

[Hello?]

A pure white doll outlined in black in the white space, with a blank face. Wait, hold on.

“…I didn’t do any human transmutation, did I?”

A being that looks like it might tear off some alchemist’s limbs has appeared before me.