Chapter 33: The Aesthetician (2) [R-18]

The moment the woman attending to her lower body turned her hand over, carefully parting the inner lips of her vulva, Iseo’s body flinched once more.

Warm gel trickled in, and a finger slipped inside—not deep, almost like a doctor performing an examination—and began to gently cleanse the barely-there inner folds.

“Haah…”

Instead of shame, Iseo felt a strange sense of relief and warmth from the touch washing over that place.

This wasn’t the touch of someone lusting after her, but a quiet, dutiful hand. And though it caressed her most intimate part, she found herself breathing more deeply, not less.

This feels… so good.

The thought vanished as quickly as it came. As she focused on the sensation between her legs, the hands on her upper body cupped one of her nipples between two fingers and gave it the slightest twist.

“Hah…!”

Her lips parted on their own, the corners of her eyes turning red. Before she could even draw a breath, a second stimulus overlapped the first. Below, the hand that had been applying the gel traced a deeper crease with its fingertip, and a small ripple spread through Iseo’s belly.

“Ngh… Ah… Aht…”

Sounds she could no longer suppress began to escape her lips. Yet the therapists’ faces remained impassive, devoid of a single emotion.

They were the faces of experts, examining and tending to Iseo’s body solely through the pressure and movement of their fingertips, palms, and knuckles.

And that was what made it all the more strange for Iseo. In the face of their desireless touch, her body craved it more and more.

As one of her nipples was gently held, the fingertips below brushed over the top of her clitoris.

“…Haa… Hnngh…!”

Having already orgasmed on the bed, Iseo gripped the sheets tightly, her entire body trembling faintly.

Her breath grew shallow, and her pelvis began to rise and fall slowly, opening of its own accord. A movement that seemed to come from her own desire, unbidden by any command.

As a finger pressed down lightly on her clitoris and began to trace circles over it, the corners of Iseo’s mouth lifted unconsciously into the slightest smile.

She, who had kept her lips sealed shut for as long as she’d been lying there, now let out a thin stream of breath, smiling.

“Hnngh… Uungh…”

It was satisfaction—a pure, shameless reaction to climaxing at the hands of a woman. Her sensitive body didn’t discriminate between men and women.

The insides of Iseo’s thighs were now slick and wet, and her nipples remained stiff and erect long after the hands had left them. Her body was already prepared to accept anything.

But the hands on her torso moved slowly up her neckline, pressing below her ears and collarbone, while the hands below gave her a final, gentle wipe.

At last, both pairs of hands met on her stomach.

“We will now conclude the cleansing and massage therapy.”

Their tone was polite, if not emotionless.

Iseo’s eyes were slightly unfocused as she stared at the ceiling. It was the first time she had ever been so thoroughly filled by hands that held no desire.

Once the delicate process of removing any impurities was complete, the female specialists quietly withdrew their hands. As if nothing had happened.

But inside, Iseo was still reacting. Her abdomen quivered faintly, her cunt trembling.

“Next is respiratory therapy.”

A calm voice broke the silence.

When she opened her eyes, the lighting had changed. The direct light was gone, replaced by a soft, red-toned indirect glow that enveloped the space. From the walls, an aromatic mist spread slowly like fog.

“Breathe deeply. Inhale… and exhale.”

The guidance was delivered in a monotone voice. The therapist attending to her upper body placed her hands on either side of Iseo’s ribcage.

The hands pressed and released in tiny movements, matching the deep, slow rhythm of her breathing. She could clearly feel her lungs expand and her ribs shift.

The attendant at her abdomen placed a hand on her pelvis and pressed down slowly. A circular pressure, as if tracing the top of her uterus. Iseo felt a strange, foreign sensation, like ripples spreading through her belly, and she swallowed once.

“Your breath is too shallow, all in your chest. Deeper.”

Iseo gave a slight nod. The therapist’s hand stroked down from below her solar plexus.

The touch wasn’t stimulating, but her breath kept pooling just below her chest, as if her center was being forcibly aligned by the woman’s skilled hands.

“We will now touch the reflex zones to induce stable relaxation.”

The therapist at her lower body placed a hand on Iseo’s inner thigh. Then, a steady pressure was applied deep inside, like acupressure.

“Hah…!”

A breath escaped her without thought.

Iseo’s face began to flush. Her chest reacted first, without her even realizing it, and the upper-body therapist began to massage along her mammary glands in time with the tremors.

“…Hoo, hooo…”

Iseo no longer held her breath. Her breathing grew more rhythmic, her abdomen rising and falling naturally.

Just as she was getting used to the sensation of the pressure on her core from below, the hands on her upper body grew more assertive, pressing between her swollen breasts as if pushing an erect cock between them.

Breath, and hands.

The two intertwined in perfect sync, and Iseo’s consciousness grew hazy.

“Next is vibration therapy.”

When her breathing had finally settled, the upper-body therapist quietly picked up a device. It was a round machine, about the size of her palm. Its surface was smooth, looking more like a high-end art object than a machine.

“Which area should we stimulate first…”

“The lower… We’ll start at the center.”

A brief exchange between the two women. Iseo quietly closed her eyes, evened her breathing, and shifted her position slightly. As she lifted her hips, the therapist’s hand gently touched her.

Cold…

At the first metallic touch from the tip of the vibrator, Iseo unconsciously tensed her calves. But soon, a gentle vibration began to rise.

“Heeh…!”

The steady vibration sent a shiver down Iseo’s spine. Her hands trembled, and her thighs momentarily lost their strength. With a snap, a sensation as if something had broken inside her surged up and spread through her entire body.

“Ah, aaah… Hnngh…!”

Her body was unbelievably sensitive. Iseo, who had been lying perfectly still, was now bucking her hips between her legs.

The previous steps had been wonderful, but this was different. This was a stimulation that vibrated through her entire being, right to her very heart.

“Hnngh… Haah… W-what in the…”

As if not even permitted to finish her sentence, the vibrator moved with unerring accuracy, targeting her most sensitive spot. On top of that, the lower-body therapist’s hand layered on more stimulation, her touch nonchalant.

“Ah, aaaah… I’m, I’m gonna…”

The words, tangled on her tongue, were never fully spoken. Iseo’s legs trembled violently before falling open with a soft thud, her abdomen twitching. She was, without a doubt, reaching her climax.

“Haaah…! Hnngh… Aaaah…!”

Her whole body convulsed.

A thrill erupted across her skin. The wet sounds echoing in the quiet room mingled with Iseo’s moans, creating an atmosphere that was both dreamlike and explicit.

And yet, amidst this obscenity, the therapists’ faces remained devoid of any emotion. Their hands, moving as if simply performing a task, only grew more delicate, and that was what drove Iseo even crazier.

“Aht, haa… Ah… Aaaah…!”

Before the vibration even stopped, the sensations that had just dissipated were already building again. Having come once more, Iseo’s eyes grew wet with tears.

Not because she hated it, but because she couldn’t bear it. Because it felt unbearably good.

“Hn… Aah… Haaah…!”

Once unleashed, the sensations refused to subside. The small vibrator on her upper body circled her nipple before touching the very center, and Iseo’s back arched with a jolt.

It was such a simple stimulus, but right now, all of Iseo’s senses were wide open. When one breath caught in her throat, the next wouldn’t come out on its own.

“Haa… Ngh… Hnngh…”

Iseo’s hands gripped the bedsheets, her back now arched like a C-curve. No matter how she tried to hold her breath, small, wanton cries escaped and filled the room.

How long… can I keep going…?

Iseo was becoming completely intoxicated by her own senses as they began to break down.

Meanwhile, the vibrator began to slowly push into the opening that had not yet been breached. Soaked and slick, that place offered no resistance.

“Ah, ah… Aah… This is… too much…”

Those words weren’t a refusal. They were a final breath, pushed out by the wave carrying her toward climax. Iseo had already let go of her mind.

“Aah… Aaaht…!!”

The vibration from inside her, the trembling on her torso.

The two pulsed in unison, making Iseo’s back arch and buck. Her back lifted so high it no longer touched the mat beneath her. With her legs spread wide, she collapsed, sliding into the sensation of her entire body coming undone.

When the vibrator was fully inside her vagina, the sound vibrating from within made Iseo’s body shudder. The feeling of being so full as the vibrations spread transformed into the sensation of it scraping and circling the inside of her womb.

The therapist added yet another layer of stimulation on top.

With a wet hand, she once again took hold of Iseo’s clitoris, delivering a pleasure so lavish that the overlapping vibrations and surging pulses made Iseo’s cunt gush. Even when the fluid sprayed onto the therapist’s face, she merely wiped it away and continued to focus on her task.

“Hnngk, ah… feels gooood…”

The small bursts from within her were building in succession. Stimulated again before the last one could even cool. And again.

“Hah… Hnngh… Haaaah…!”

She couldn’t breathe properly. Her lips were dry, her stomach trembling. Her inner thighs twitched and then opened on their own, and in the gap, the wet vibrator and Iseo’s fluids stuck and separated with a wet, slapping sound.

The therapists still maintained their predetermined tempo.

Maintain for one minute, thirty seconds. Check for micro-reactions.

Rest for one minute. Check body temperature response before re-stimulation.

“Aht… Nngh…!”

Unaware, Iseo repeatedly climaxed and then slowly came down, all according to their ‘treatment routine.’ As she unconsciously bucked her hips, pushed out her chest, and flailed her hands in the air, no one looked at her.

Their hands remained quiet and steady, but they held no emotion for the person that was her.

“Haah… Aah…”

When the vibrator was finally removed from between her thighs, so much fluid had flowed out that it trickled down her legs.

The therapist quickly wiped it away with a sterilized cloth, and the vibrator on her nipple turned off without a sound.

Iseo lay perfectly still.

Though tears had streamed from the corners of her closed eyes, she herself was unaware of the whimpering expression she wore at the peak of her pleasure.

Translated By: Meher (RaidenTL)

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