Smith， a Black Company in Another World 324

Chapter 324 – Ep.323 Desert Massage (1)

“Huh~”

A bathtub filled with steam.
Marvius, who was soaking alone in a large bath filled with warm water, was melting into the water with a relaxed expression on his face that he had never shown to anyone.

Marvius, who was floating lazily on the empty bathhouse looking at the ceiling, looked up at the ceiling that looked hazy with steam and thought.

‘What on earth did that guy do yesterday?’ …’

The women’s chanting echoed through the empty hallway and into their rooms.

I swear it was the type of scream I had never heard before.

They must have been so shocked that they thought the remnants of the cult had invaded.
If the servant guarding the door had not told him, he would have made a huge misunderstanding and suffered irreparable embarrassment.

Women’s screams continued until late at night.
The women’s voices even changed every two hours.

“Whoa…”

Marvius slightly wet his hands with water and then swept them down his face. Aside from being noisy, my eyes were extremely strained because I couldn’t sleep at all because I was wondering what it was about that man from the desert named Smith who made those sounds come out of the women’s mouths.

‘It was noisy until dawn, so he must be asleep by now.’

Marvius was also very tired, so he planned to just have a quick breakfast and go back to bed to close his eyes. There is no need to rush as we can have this conversation today while traveling by carriage.

With that plan in mind, it was time to leisurely float on the bathtub to relieve some of the fatigue.

Grumbling-

Marvius’s eyelids, which had been half-closed, flash upward as his mind becomes dazed.

“W-Who are you?!”

I told my servant not to let anyone inside.
Marvius, who had been taught by his father since childhood that the body of the imperial family was noble and that he, a man, should not show his body even to his personal servants.

Therefore, I had no choice but to react sensitively to the sound of the door opening that was currently blocking the boundary between the locker room and the bathroom.

Snap- Snap- Snap-

Someone walks on a floor wet with steam.
Marvius shouted even louder.

“I am Marvius, the third prince of the empire!! “I don’t know who it is, but if you leave now, I will forgive you without asking anything!!”

Did the shouting get through?

The footsteps that were getting closer stopped.

And a little silence followed.

-Prince. This is Smith.

“… Smith?”

Is it because a familiar voice and a familiar name appeared?
Marvius’s vigilance eased further.

First of all, because the other person was a man.
And he was a commoner who treated him with respect.

“My servant must have been blocking the way.”

-That’s it…

Smith rambled on and on about something, but Marvius summarized it as follows:

‘If Adrian is waiting for you, there’s nothing you can do…’

There was no way that a servant could handle someone who even the prince himself could not do anything about.

Marvius was thankful for the wisdom of his servant who did not insist on showing loyalty for no reason.

-Prince?

Marvius suddenly came to his senses at the sound of Smith’s deep voice and quickly corrected his posture.

“First of all, you must wash your body before entering the bath.”

-Oh, yes.

“It’s on the left, so wash up and go into the bath. And never look back. “I’ll go out while you wash up.”

Originally, I wanted to tire myself out in the water for another hour, but what could I do? Adrian is waiting, so he has no choice but to make concessions, regardless of his status.

However, in response to Smith’s subsequent question, the prince paused for a moment as he was about to get out of the bath.

-There are some conversations we couldn’t have yesterday. How about having them in the bathhouse?

Do you have a conversation?
In your favorite warm water.

In my entire life, I have never once shared a bathtub or bathtub with someone else.

‘But…’

His father told him to only show himself to those who gave him permission.
But the father is not here now.

‘The clergy have heavy mouths… Circe: That guy has his faults too, so he can’t keep his mouth shut.’

Circe. It was the name of Marvius’ personal servant.

If the person entering the bathhouse was the son of another nobleman, he would have refused outright. Talking with them was not beneficial in itself, and the more we talked, the more nausea I felt.

But the guy who came from the desert was different.

He was a man who was not at all uncomfortable to talk to and strangely made me feel like I wanted to build a friendship with him. Of course, it was very unpleasant to ask impolite questions sometimes, perhaps because he was from the desert, but it was something that could be overlooked out of generosity.

After much deliberation, Marvius could not resist the temptation of having a conversation while enjoying this fatigue and accepted Smith’s offer.

“Okay. Good night. Go wash yourself and come in here. And what happened today should never be told to anyone. Do you understand?”

-Yes. Prince. As I am a big person, my mouth is also very heavy.

“Hmm… Okay.”

It was definitely big.
If your mouth is that heavy, it’s probably okay to believe it.

After the conversation ended, the snapping sound was heard again. This is followed by the sound of water falling from the shower.

Marvius looked through the hazy vapor toward the source of the sound and waited for Smith to appear.

The intention was to send it back if there was anything that looked dirty.

‘Hmm. It looks like every nook and cranny is being washed.’

The sound of water continues for a very long time. In addition, the sound of something busy moving could be heard intermittently.

Only after a little more time had passed did the sound of water falling on the floor stop.

Snap- Snap- Snap-

The sound of footsteps gradually getting closer.
A huge figure appeared in the hazy vapor.

“…”
“…”

Marvius, leaning his upper body against the ledge of his bath, wrinkled his face as he saw Smith emerge through the steam.

Firm skin and muscles that shine brightly as if they were washed cleanly.
By sweeping up her slightly messy hair, she looked neater and her appearance stood out even more.

In many ways, he looked much better than yesterday, but there was another reason why Marvius wrinkled his face.

“Why are you wearing a towel? “Then won’t the soup become dirty?”

That’s because Smith had a long towel wrapped around his waist.
Moreover, it was slightly protruding as if something was hidden underneath.

“Prince.”
“What is it…”

Marvius did not answer his question, but answered back even though he was slightly offended by Smith’s behavior in calling him.

“Have you ever seen the body of another man besides the prince?”
“… What on earth do you think of the imperial palace? “The people serving me in the palace right now are over ten.”
“No. “No, just naked like now.”
“… “Why do you have to see that?”
“That’s right… “Anyway, you’re saying you don’t have one?”
“Yes. “This is my first time sharing a bathhouse with someone like this.”
“Haha… It is an honour. And thank you so much for your consideration.”
“Hmm.”

Marvius immediately felt his slightly bad mood ease as Smith bowed politely.

‘He is truly an amazing guy.’

Normally, once someone starts to dislike something, he or she rarely changes his or her mind, but the man in front of me changed his mind very easily.

“My neck hurts from looking up. “Come in quickly.”
“Yep.”

Smith sat down next to Marvius, just a fist’s length away from him.

“Why are you wearing a towel?”
“Uh… “I think the prince will be surprised.”
“… ?”

I’m surprised.
For what reason?

“Is it because of the bulge underneath it? I don’t know why I’m surprised because I was hiding something. For your information, I have seen a lot more than you think and I have great things.”

All kinds of rare and mysterious items come into the imperial palace and pile up in the treasury.

The prince was confident that he had seen the item Smith was hiding somewhere at least once.

Smith responds by smiling awkwardly.

“I’ll show you this later. Rather, it’s what adventurers like.”
“Okay. “Tell me quickly.”

I don’t know what he’s hiding under the towel, but he said he’d show me later, so the first thing to do is to get the information I’ve been waiting for since yesterday.

“Well, I don’t know if you believe it, but first of all, they like men with a big physique like me. “It would be even better to have muscles like these as a bonus.”

Smith lifted one of his arms like this and exerted a lot of force, making his muscles stand out.

The prince frowned slightly as he looked at the protruding veins and bulging muscles.

‘… What.’

Smith’s words about liking big guys with muscles can be trusted. I have seen it in person.

But the reason why the prince frowned at her was because she had always felt a bit of repulsion and discomfort when looking at women’s muscles, but strangely, when she looked at the muscles of the man in front of her, she felt like she wanted to touch them. .

“Would you like to touch it…?” ?”
“Oh, no. It has been done. “What are you doing by touching her man’s body?”

Marvius shook his head, and Smith quickly added:

“Just touch it. “To teach you the second method, I may need to touch the prince’s body.”
“… What? “Are you saying you want to touch this body?”
“Of course, the prince will have to give permission.”
“… “Let’s find out what makes you dare to touch the body of a member of the royal family.”

In response to the prince’s question, Smi slightly extended both his hands towards Marvius and gently wiggled his thick, long fingers and said,

“It’s a massage.”
“… “You mean the kneading and pounding massage?”
“Yes. They love massages. Of course, it was not an ordinary massage, but a traditional massage handed down from the tribe I lived in.”
“In the desert… Is it…”

Marvius was taught that there were many tribes in the desert, each with its own traditions and special talents.

“… “Do you mean by touching my body that you will teach me the traditional massage techniques handed down from your tribe?”
“Of course. “Otherwise, how would I want to touch the prince’s body?”

A traditional massage handed down from a desert tribe.

‘What are you going to do by learning that, Marvius…? .’

In order to build friendships with adventurers, he, the prince, should fawn over women by massaging their arms and legs?

Is it really necessary to go that far?

Is it worth it?

Marvius, who was pondering his thoughts, slowly nodded his head.

‘That adventurer is Yusefin… ‘I had a higher say than that bitch.’

The damn woman who, along with Count Filoria, threatened and ignored her and dared to talk about proof.

If only I could push the bridge of the nose of the woman who held her head high even in her imperial palace, what would I not be able to do?

“Tell me.”
“… “Are you sure you want to tell me?”
“Yes. “Maybe it was a joke?”

Marvius asked, frowning at her, and Smith quickly shook her head and said,

“It can’t be. I meant it. Then, I will teach it to you right here.”
“You mean here? “Is there anything else you need?”
“Yes. “Because it is a technique that only uses the body.”
“… I’m like you… Umm… “I don’t have those muscles.”
“It’s okay if you don’t have it. “Massage uses technique, not force.”
“Umm… Good night. Then, try it.”

Marvius held out one of his arms toward Smith.

Smith said as he looked at her arm, with its pale, smooth skin, held out in front of him.

“Prince.”
“What is it?”
“My massage does not massage the arms or shoulders.”
“… Then?”

Smith held out his index finger and pointed at the prince’s chest.

The prince noticed what his finger was pointing to and immediately crumpled his face.

“Prince. Don’t misunderstand. This massage is designed to relieve the fatigue of warriors who return from fighting fierce monsters in the desert. In other words, it is something a man does to a woman. Of course, his heart has no choice but to go in.”
“… So. “Are you going to touch my breasts?”
“I am okay. Because in our tribe, we have a tradition of doing things to each other for practice.”
“… There are some really weird people out there. “The desert is.”

Marvius pondered for a moment, looking back and forth between his chest and Smith’s hand.

Although it is less repulsive than a woman’s, the repulsion is bound to double when she thinks that the same man is touching her breasts.

‘Shit… ‘Do I really have some kind of disease?’

Marvius frowned as his heart suddenly began to beat faster and his breathing became more labored.

‘What are you worrying about? At best it’s a massage.’

Marvius let out a long breath and opened his eyes.

“Good night. Touch it Instead, you should not waste your time and tell me everything you have learned. Do you understand?”
“Yes. “We will tell you again and again until you are satisfied.”

The prince nodded his head at Smith’s sincere answer.

“… So, what should I do?”
“What. “There are various positions, but for now, just stay calm.”
“Ah, I understand.”
“Then I will do it.”

Smith’s hands moved toward Marvius’ chest.

Marvius swallowed his saliva as he saw Smith’s thick, large hand moving closer to his chest.

Finally, Smith’s hand touches Marvius’ slightly bulging chest –

“Kyaaa?!”