Ch.25Chupacabra! (6)

#025

“Hello…”

Jessie with her disheveled hair was welcoming Dexter in the hospital room.

Though she was generally easygoing, Jessie had always maintained at least a minimally tidy appearance when meeting Dexter in the mornings. Seeing her in such a messy state, Dexter said:

“You look pretty tired?”

“You try working out like that…”

Jessie groaned as she lay on the bed.

After following Rose’s exercise regimen for two days, Jessie was experiencing severe muscle pain.

‘Can’t the body correction device eliminate muscle pain too?’

Feeling somewhat sorry for her sprawled-out state, Dexter thought for a moment and said:

“Want me to give you a massage?”

When Dexter made a kneading motion with his hands in the air, Jessie looked at him with bewildered eyes and said:

“What? You know how to do that too?”

“Is there anything I can’t do?”

“You know, when you talk like that, you reek of being a fraud.”

“Hey now, saying things like that makes the effectiveness drop dramatically. Come on, hurry up and sit with your back to me.”

“This is ridiculous, really.”

Jessie snorted dismissively, but she still did as Dexter instructed and sat with her back facing him.

Jessie’s outward appearance was that of a dangerous yet attractive criminal—someone who seemed difficult to approach.

But sitting like this with her back to Dexter, she looked like an ordinary, delicate woman.

“What are you doing?”

When Jessie turned around to face Dexter who wasn’t doing anything, he was smiling gently.

“Nothing, I’ll start now.”

Dexter’s massage began at the neck.

The sternocleidomastoid muscle, which runs between the ear and collarbone, is one of the areas that easily gets tense.

He started pressing firmly with both hands, including the scalene muscles near the sternocleidomastoid and the suboccipital muscles, a commonly massaged area.

“Ah, ahh… yes, that’s exactly iiit.”

“Keep your eyes closed.”

“Why? What are you trying to do?”

When Jessie asked with a mischievous grin, Dexter instantly wiped the smile off his face and said seriously:

“Hey now, a prison guard is ‘kindly’ taking care of an inmate—how dare you suggest I have ulterior motives. It’s nothing like that, so could you please just close your eyes for real?”

“Tch. Fine. I’m really closing my eyes, okay?”

Secretly disappointed, Jessie closed her eyes, and Dexter resumed massaging her neck.

There truly wasn’t any other reason for his request.

When the eyes are open, muscles tend to tense up, and when muscles are tense, the effectiveness of the massage decreases.

“Mmm… it does feel more refreshing with my eyes closed… anyway, this feels so goood…”

Jessie unconsciously smiled as she surrendered to Dexter’s touch, which wasn’t just pressing hard indiscriminately but controlling the pressure like a professional.

A few minutes later, when the neck massage was finished, Dexter clenched and unclenched his hands, saying:

“Next is your back, so you need to lie down on the bed.”

“Already?”

“What do you mean ‘already’? It’s been about 2-3 minutes.”

Though it felt like only a few seconds had passed, Jessie had nothing to say when told that much time had elapsed.

“Y-you must be really good at this.”

As Jessie awkwardly lay face down on the bed, Dexter slowly began pressing both hands on her shoulder blades and upper back.

“Ugh.”

“Jessie, the nurse is here. Don’t make her misunderstand.”

“H-how can I help it when it feels so good?”

“Try to hold back the moaning a bit.”

As Dexter continued pressing firmly, targeting the stiff and painful areas, Jessie tried to keep her mouth shut but couldn’t help opening it.

“Ah, oww… right there, right there. Yes. It feels sooo good.”

“That doesn’t sound like the reaction of someone in their twenties.”

As Dexter’s hands moved past the lower back toward the buttocks, Jessie said in a small voice:

“You shouldn’t touch there for too long, right?”

“Oh, please. Don’t make me put personal feelings into a massage.”

At Dexter’s words, Jessie replied with a slightly trembling voice:

“D-don’t men have at least that much pride? Being able to knead a woman’s buttocks with personal feelings.”

“If I were to massage with personal feelings… you’d probably surrender within 10 minutes. Saying ‘I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I won’t do it again.'”

As Dexter spoke in a lowered voice, joking around, Jessie’s brain began racing, and as explicit images unfolded in her mind, her ears gradually turned red.

“Look at you, what kind of imagination made your ears so flushed?”

“S-shut up. It’s your fault for making that kind of joke.”

When Dexter laughed and spoke, Jessie covered her face with a pillow and replied.

When Dexter directly countered Jessie’s attempt at maintaining her dignity with lewd talk, she, with significantly less experience, was left speechless.

If Dexter had massaged Jessie before she wore the body correction device, he probably would have only felt hard bones with no satisfaction from the massage.

Dexter was giving the massage with a pleased expression, thinking about how he could freely touch the soft, supple texture.

As Dexter’s hands moved back up from the buttocks area and began slowly pressing her sides and spine, Jessie’s distracting thoughts disappeared, and she focused solely on the refreshing and comfortable sensation of Dexter’s hands.

“Ahhh… you should quit being a prison guard and become a masseur… seriously… I’m not joking…”

Dexter chuckled upon hearing Jessie’s muffled voice through the pillow.

“You think I came here to be a masseur? Doing it as a hobby is enough.”

“No way…”

After giving a slightly longer massage this time, Dexter patted Jessie’s shoulders and said:

“Alright, turn over.”

“Is it over already?”

“I’ll just do your legs and then we’re done.”

“Hah… that’s a shame.”

When Jessie turned over, her expression was genuinely disappointed, causing Dexter to laugh softly.

“Really, I can’t believe it. I can’t believe it. Is it that good?”

“Of course you wouldn’t know since you’re the one doing it. Wow, you’re seriously a god, a god. The god of massage.”

“Ha. Stop exaggerating. Just give me your legs.”

Though massage oil would normally be used, since such things couldn’t be obtained in prison, Dexter decided to knead as gently as possible.

Under Dexter’s gentle touch, the tightly knotted muscles gradually loosened, and Jessie’s mouth began to open again.

“Owwng.”

“What kind of sound is that?”

“Sorry, it just came out.”

Jessie quickly covered her mouth with her hand.

That gesture was as cute as any other woman’s, making Dexter smile slightly and think:

‘Seeing her like this, she doesn’t seem like someone who should be here.’

It was truly regrettable.

If Dexter had met Jessie outside of prison, she would have been a really good friend to him, or perhaps even more.

‘Well, since Jessie’s hometown is Iowa, we might not have met anyway.’

Still, the regret remained the same.

“Why are you staring at me like that? It’s embarrassing.”

Jessie, who had been keeping her eyes closed, felt Dexter’s gaze fixed on her and spoke up.

“Alright, the other leg too.”

After Dexter gently worked on the other leg as well, Jessie’s expression was much lighter.

“It feels like all the pain has completely disappeared.”

“Well, I might not be able to do this once you leave the hospital room. Consider it a service.”

At Dexter’s words, Jessie’s smile faded into a gloomy expression.

Dexter had meant it as a casual remark, but it seemed Jessie felt like this moment might never come again.

“Cheer up. In this vast prison, there must be a place where we can meet secretly. I’ll find a way somehow, so don’t worry.”

“…How do you even guess what I’m thinking? Is your major massage and minor astrology?”

Jessie seemed completely unaware that her expressions were so transparent.

“Come on, seriously. How did someone like you end up in prison? Don’t worry, just do as I say. You don’t need to worry about anything. Got it?”

“Y-yeah…”

After seeing Jessie’s shy expression, Dexter briefly checked the hospital room door.

Then he pressed his lips against Jessie’s and began tasting her tongue.

Along with the moist, soft sensation, Dexter noticed Jessie’s eyes, slightly open, trying to see him, and he ended the brief French kiss.

“We can meet like this, even if just a little, so don’t worry too much.”

Jessie silently nodded at Dexter’s words.

* * *

After having fun with Jessie until the end of his shift, Dexter now had to prepare to help Agent Himena again.

When he turned on the computer, the first thing he saw was a lengthy message sent by Eliya via messenger.

[I asked an acquaintance, and they said it might have leaked from the Succubus planet…]

‘The Succubus planet, huh.’

It was a planet Dexter was familiar with.

When Dexter first had the opportunity to visit this planet, he entered with great expectations, but was immediately disappointed upon seeing the “Jello” that greeted him upon landing.

The inhabitants of the Succubus planet, categorized as fluid life forms or fluid aliens, looked similar to transparent, large jelly puddings.

Because of this appearance, mercenaries who were from Earth or familiar with Earth culture often commented, “Aren’t they slimes? They look really weak,” but the reality was quite different.

‘Aliens with technology that’s among the best in the universe.’

Their main food source is the electrical flow generated between the nervous system and brain neurons—in other words, the brainwaves of other living beings.

Given their characteristic of primarily consuming delta and theta waves, they naturally had to develop advanced technology to consume brainwaves.

‘I heard that if you commit a crime on that planet, they make you have nightmares every time you sleep, or something like that?’

Dexter had been thoroughly disappointed by the planet, having expected it to be inhabited by voluptuous women, but he remembered being amazed by their technology as soon as he saw it after arriving in space.

[A high-ranking politician from the Succubus planet borrowed money from a business I manage. Isn’t that remarkable? Even aliens with such impressive technology ultimately fall into the trap of money…]

“This guy was asked for investigation details and he’s gone on a self-praising spree.”

Dexter began skimming through the message.

[…Recently, a renowned professor in the medical field reportedly left the laboratory without authorization along with a researcher who was working with him, and at that time, they stole a prototype recognition-inhibiting cloth that the laboratory possessed.]

‘Why would a medical professor defect?’

Dexter continued to quickly scroll through the message.

[I don’t know the reason, but the laboratory has put up a large sum of ducats as a bounty. If you catch the professor, or send evidence that you’ve caught him, the laboratory will pay you a lump sum.]

Dexter’s expression soured as he read the message.

He could easily predict what would follow.

“Again, again. Are you trying to deduct it from my debt by getting that bounty? You really only care about money.”

[I’ll use that bounty to pay off my debt, so you just need to catch him. If you need any equipment, I can send it through a courier, so just let me know anytime.]

The equipment Eliya possessed was often quite expensive and efficient.

Dexter’s expression brightened again at the offer of such equipment.

“This is actually pretty good.”

[…I checked the composition, and it was indeed a resident of the Succubus planet. I don’t know why they collected blood from Earth creatures, but according to the politician’s speculation, if they left their bodily fluid on the pillar to that extent, they must have been in a dire situation.]

“This is also quite important information.”

Nodding as he read Eliya’s message, his expression soured again at the next part.

[Anyway, catch that professor as soon as possible and hand over the bounty to me. Even if we are close friends, when it comes to money…]

“Argh! Money-obsessed bastard.”

Dexter closed the messenger window without reading further.

“He’d be a decent guy if he didn’t talk about money, but does he need to insert money talk into every topic to be satisfied?”

Aside from the money talk, the information was solid, so Dexter didn’t complain further.

Though he’s an alien obsessed with money, Eliya is the head of a renowned loan company in space, so the quality of his information is bound to be good.

The information he just obtained was likely acquired by adjusting or forgiving interest on a loan to a high-ranking politician from the Succubus planet.

“I’ll talk to that Eliya guy later, but the problem is where are the professor and researcher…”

Where are these two people?

What is their purpose for coming to Earth?

For what reason did they face a dire situation?

Why did they collect cow’s blood?

There was still much that remained unclear.

“I should talk to Agent Himena first.”

Dexter decided to speak with Agent Himena once he had organized his thoughts to some extent.