## Chapter 186 – Baroness’S Play (13)
187. Baroness’s Play (13)
After a day’s sleep, the day I promised a secret rendezvous with the Baroness quickly arrived.
I was excited at the thought of having her all to myself, without worrying about prying eyes. However, while I was moving some luggage outside in the afternoon, an uninvited guest suddenly appeared.
It was Bellic, Daren’s former bodyguard, whom I had overpowered with technique before beating him down with brute force. He had appeared while I was alone.
‘My mood just took a nosedive.’
“You son of a bitch. I got fired from guarding the young master because of you.”
*Swish-*
Bellic drew his sword from its scabbard, his words dripping with venom.
He was no longer a personal guard, but he was still wandering around the Baron’s estate. He must still be an expert, so the Baron kept him around. However, the rumors of our duel seemed to have tanked his reputation. His eyes were burning with murderous intent, as if he held a deep grudge against me.
“Heh. No one cares if some little brat like you dies. So…”
“Shut up, you moron. Why is that my fault? It’s your fault for being lazy and doing nothing.”
“……What, what did you say?! You crazy bastard…!”
*Slap.*
That was all it took.
I walked up to him, who was standing there dumbfounded, and slapped him across the face a couple of times, making a loud ‘slap!’ sound.
If you’re going to use sword aura… I have no choice but to use my own dirty tricks.
But what should I do with this guy?
He’s just a loser who was outmatched by a servant. Killing him wouldn’t make me feel any better… I quietly pondered while looking at Bellic, whose cheeks were swollen.
‘Well, I can probably use him as a knight of the Baron’s family. Ah, and there’s the matter of the Berkeley family.’
The Berkeley family was planning to wipe out the Rosichester family in one fell swoop, under the scheme of the Countess of Bourbon. Now that I knew about it, I couldn’t let it happen.
If I manipulated Bellic to intervene in the situation, he might be useful.
‘Good, I’ll use him as a puppet.’
I naturally erased my desire to harm him, and then used a simple trigger word to put him in a state of post-hypnotic suggestion, so that he would obey my orders.
*Slap!*
I sent him back with a bloody nose.
……………
……………
And so, the promised night arrived.
“Ah, Madam. Please, come in.”
“Excuse me… So this is how you live.”
The room was lit up with interior lamps, making it relatively bright despite the late hour. The Baroness looked around the unremarkable room, turning her head this way and that, before slowly walking towards me.
“…………”
“…………”
An intimate atmosphere in a small room.
And because we were meeting at night, a decadent aura filled the air.
I was also feeling more aroused than usual, partly because the Baroness was wearing the exact same dress as always.
What I mean is… she usually wears a straight-cut dress, but she’s basically braless. The reason her nipples don’t usually stick out is because the fabric in the chest area is thicker, covering her breasts.
In other words, if she took it off, her upper body would be completely naked.
But like my other women, Trisha must have a closet full of bras. If she wanted, she could wear a bra during the massage to minimize the exposure of her chest.
But she came in her dress as is…
Was she thinking that I wouldn’t notice anything strange because she was dressed as usual?
Or…
Either way, the Baroness always managed to make my lust boil over like this. She was always throwing me little hints like this.
After a brief conversation, the topic of massage came up, and Trisha had me loosen her corset. Then, in a soft, whispering voice, she said to me.
“I’ll take off my top and lie down… Please turn around.”
“Yes, yessir…!”
At her words, I turned around, and I heard a soft ‘rustle-‘ sound from behind, followed by a ‘creak…’ as she seemed to have gotten onto my bed.
Wow. I’m nervous.
“…You can turn around now. Please start whenever you’re ready, Raul.”
When I turned back around, I couldn’t help but swallow hard.
Trisha, the Baroness, was resting her chin on my pillow, her voluptuous body on full display. Her dress was rolled down to her waist.
Trisha’s full breasts, boasting a D to E cup size, were pressed softly against my bed sheets, exuding a sensual aura.
And what about that elegant neckline and collarbone?
‘A noblewoman is willingly pressing her breasts onto my bed…’
“You’re beautiful… So beautiful.”
“…Don’t say things like that.”
At my suggestive words, she swallowed hard.
I wanted to keep staring at her sexy side-boob, but I decided to start the massage right away, as she would feel uncomfortable if I kept standing there staring. In fact, her ears were starting to turn red as I kept staring blankly.
“What’s that…?”
When I brought a glass bottle from somewhere and stood next to her, she tilted her head and asked what the contents were.
“Ah, this… I bought it when I went downtown today. This kind of gel is usually used for massages. It’s slippery and relaxing, so you’ll feel good.”
“Ah. Is that so…”
What I had brought was a gel made with alchemy, which could be used as a massage gel. Just as I told her, I had bought (stolen) it from the city for today.
“Then I’ll start.”
*Splish.*
“Hnn, it feels strange…”
“Yes… relax… Yes, just stay still like that…”
I rubbed the gel gently on my palms, and then began to calmly caress her back with my slippery hands. At first, she trembled at the unfamiliar sensation of the gel, but soon… she couldn’t help but give in to the pleasant slipperiness, combined with my soft touch.
“Hnn, hnnngh… haaah… hnn… hnnng… hnnng…”
She let out a series of sweet moans, completely surrendering her back to me.
I had been tormenting her with vague stimulation through her clothes, but now that I was directly caressing her entire back with the gel, the pleasure must have doubled.
“Haaah…”
A voice that sounded almost refreshed.
*Swish. Swish…*
As I moved my palms back and forth, making a sensual sound, her back was soon completely covered in gel. The Baroness’s back was instantly glistening with the sheen of the gel, radiating a seductive aura.
‘It’s a full-on oil body. So hot.’
Once everything was ready, I began the massage in earnest.
I pressed down on each area, releasing the tension in her muscles, just like I did on the sofa. Each time, Trisha would let out a pleasant ‘hnn. hnn’ sound, but… this kind of refreshing feeling was not the main dish of this massage.
Of course, the goal was to fully elicit Trisha’s sexual pleasure.
To reassure her, I even used my elbows to press down on certain areas, as if I had some kind of expertise.
I started out slow, but soon began to increase the intensity rhythmically.
“………Hnn.”
*Swirl, swirl.*
As my touch began to trace gentle curves on her skin, she felt the caressing motion and her shoulders trembled, her senses heightened as she focused on where my hands were going.
My hands, which had been gently massaging her back, were already encroaching on her sides.
After all, I had to massage every part I could.
My hands, tracing curves, gently caressed the skin just above her side-boob. When I was about to cross the line, she pressed her face into my pillow, her youthful appearance as she tried to hold back her pleasure was so cute.
How could she be a mother of two?
“Good. Keep relaxing like that…”
*Sizzle…*
“Yes, yes… Hnn… Hnnngh.”
Trisha let out adorable sounds as I stroked her sides, making a V shape with my hands. It was understandable that her voice had become sweeter.
It was called a massage, but with a man using gel to delicately rub her skin, it was essentially foreplay, or a sexual sensation development.
Regardless of my intentions, Trisha must have known what was going on. But the way she was panting under my hands right now… it was far from her trying to resist.
Anyway, if I added the bare minimum of reason, Trisha would understand it as a ‘normal massage’.
The Baroness’s seductive attitude gave me courage.
I was ready to play along with this charade, so I decided to be more daring.
“Excuse me for a moment.”
“Haaah…? …Eep!”
Trisha, who had been enjoying the massage on her back, briefly regained her senses at my words and looked ahead.
And in front of her face, which was resting on the pillow…
“I need to change the area I’m stimulating. I’ll do it from the front this time.”
*Swish.*
My lower body was now close enough to block her view.
Today, I had deliberately worn pants that were a bit tight. And with my dick half-erect, it was bulging out like a long banana above my waistband, greatly emphasizing its presence.
“…………gulp.”
The Baroness couldn’t help but swallow at the sight in front of her.
The sturdy dick that had been spewing out large amounts of semen like a stallion was now bulging out thickly right in front of her, asserting its presence.
No matter how virtuous she pretended to be, she couldn’t help but feel dizzy at this moment.
‘Just keep staring at my dick while I massage you.’
I went back to caressing her back and started the massage again.
This time, I started from the closest shoulder area and gradually caressed her skin towards her waist. When my palm reached her waist, I would slide it down her skin, giving her pleasure.
But of course, I had to bend over to reach her waist… and each time, my body would lean forward.
My pelvis, too.
“Hnn. You were very tense… Now…”
“Ah, ooh. Hnn…”
My thick, bulging dick was now close to the Baroness’s lips. She was secretly taking small breaths, as if she could smell the strong scent of a male through the fabric. I ignored this and bent my body further forward, focusing on my task.
*Swish, swish…*
Eventually, an exciting incident occurred when the bulging part of my dick brushed against her forehead. But as I continued to pretend to focus on the massage…
“………………”
She didn’t try to stop me from bumping my lower body against her, but simply curled up quietly without any reaction.
‘Is that so?’
Intrigued, I continued to rub my dick against Trisha’s head, pretending it was an accident. The Baroness held her breath and remained still, never once trying to escape.
Soon, I finished the massage and returned to her side.
“Phew. The front is all done too. Well, would you like me to massage you more? It seems like the gel needs to dry more…”
“…Aren’t you tired now, Raul…?”
Trisha was catching her breath, letting out a series of seductive sighs. Was it just my imagination, or did her side-boob look a little wet…? Her figure was so alluring and lewd right now.
“No. On the contrary, massaging you makes me feel more energized…! I want to do more, but what about you, Madam?”
“………If you wish, please do as you please.”
That way of speaking again… It sounded even stranger when interpreted suggestively.
Oh, so seductive.
In the end, that night, I massaged her back until she was satisfied. The combination of sexual pleasure and the soft touch of a man was pleasantly consuming her. I had been massaging Trisha for over an hour, but…
Both she and I were lost in this sensual act, oblivious to the passage of time.
If the Baroness didn’t say anything first, I intended to continue this lewd charade.
From that day on, the intensity of the massage began to increase rhythmically.
