Lackey's Seducing Survival Odyssey

“I shall start on your face, Madam,” Aether said in a calm, professional tone, standing just above her head.

Delphine shivered as she looked up—right there, directly above her eyes, was it… That massive bulge straining against the fabric of his robe. The thick outline of his cock pressing desperately to break free. It twitched under the fabric, alive, heavy, practically burning through.

Her breath caught in her throat.

He was turned on. Fiercely. His body was literally on fire with arousal.

And yet… he wasn’t fucking her.

Delphine groaned inside, her heart aching with frustration. The massage was great—amazing, even—but her pussy was dripping, aching, burning for something far more.

It was torture.

The dish was right there—steaming, fragrant, made just for her—and she couldn’t even take a bite.

She couldn’t touch, couldn’t taste, couldn’t feel it inside her. Her thighs rubbed together again, seeking some pressure, some friction—but it wasn’t enough.

And still, Aether ignored the lust heavy on her flushed face, the trembling in her limbs, the wet heat soaking her folds.

Instead, his fingers descended, calm and focused.

He pressed softly to the centre of her forehead with perfect pressure, his thumbs moving in small, precise circles. Delphine flinched at first, but almost immediately felt a dizzy wave rush over her.

Her thoughts faded.

Her tension melted. It was like all the chaos in her mind—every dirty thought, every impatient craving—was slipping away with the weight of his hands.

He moved gradually, methodically, as if sculpting her emotions.

Then, his voice again—soft, low.

“Can I?”

His fingers gently reached toward her face, and Delphine nodded dumbly, lost in the haze. He slipped off her glasses with tender care, folding them and setting them aside before returning to her face. His fingers moved along her brows, slow and rhythmic, massaging along the delicate skin around her eyes.

His thumbs dipped into the curve beneath her sockets, easing away stress, pressure, the desire to cry or scream or beg.

Honestly, it felt so good she almost forgot how desperately fucking horny she was.

Almost!!

His fingertips moved lower, tracing the soft roundness of her cheeks, pressing with gentle pulses that made her eyelids flutter. He touched along her jaw, his thumbs working away the tightness there, her lips parting ever so slightly as the tension eased. Her mouth went slack, open, wanting.

Then he moved lower.

His fingers slid down both sides of her neck, barely grazing, a tease that made her pulse hammer. Every stroke was feather-light, sensual, maddening. Her breath hitched again. Her chest rose and fell faster, breasts straining under the loosened robe.

He began working around her collarbone, the strokes slower now, almost caressing. His touch burned with heat, with reverence, with unspoken hunger… even though his face remained neutral, composed, maddeningly professional.

Then—finally—his fingers reached the robe.

Delphine watched, her breath stuck in her throat, her whole body tense with need.

He pulled.

Slowly. Deliberately.

The robe slipped away from her shoulders, down past the swell of her breasts, down her sides, until there was nothing left to hide.

She was bare.

Exposed.

Her full breasts rose, soft and flushed, tipped with tender pink nipples—slightly inverted from her arousal, trembling from the cool air, twitching with every heartbeat. They glistened faintly from the sweat that had formed during the massage. Her curves—smooth, tender, irresistible—lay revealed before him.

And her core… soaked. Leaking. Her pussy was wet and glistening, begging for attention, her folds swollen and pink, the slit open slightly like a flower kissed by the rain, dripping like nectar for him and only him.

Aether’s eyes locked on her chest. He stared directly at her breasts—his gaze focused on those teasing, inverted nipples, twitching, slowly hardening under the air and his stare. Then his gaze dropped lower, down to the centre of her body. To the soft, wet core glistening between her legs, pulsing, crying for touch.

Delphine turned red from the roots of her hair to the tips of her toes. Her face glowed with embarrassment… and arousal. She saw it in his eyes—the shift.

The crack in his armour.

The desire.

She knew.

He wouldn’t be able to stay professional for much longer.

And neither could she.

Aether didn’t say a word.

He simply adjusted his position, moving to her side with smooth, controlled grace, his hands never rushing, never faltering. His fingers hovered just above her chest, steadying himself. Delphine’s breathing was shaky, her heart racing.

She stared at him with wide eyes, lips parted, her whole body tense with anticipation.

Then…

He began.

His palms pressed gently against the upper swells of her breasts. His thumbs moved in soft, patient circles, easing into the soft flesh with meticulous care.

He was professional—deliberate—but his touch wasn’t cold. It was warm, grounding, alive. His hands weren’t groping or squeezing. No… he was kneading her breasts slowly, evenly, like he was working through the tension that had been buried beneath her curves for far too long.

“Mmm~” she moaned softly, her cheeks flushing a deeper red.

The sensation wasn’t rough. It wasn’t dirty. But it was deep. Every motion felt like it reached something inside her—melting away not just knots in her muscles, but some ache inside her chest she didn’t even know existed. Her nipples throbbed from the stimulation, hidden and inverted still, but struggling to push outward under his skilled touch.

He remained silent. No smirk. No teasing. Just the focused gaze of a man doing his job… but doing it so fucking well it made her body sing.

His fingers moved downward, easing beneath her breasts, pressing into the soft flesh under her curves where most people forgot to touch. The heat of his palms lingered on her skin. He massaged there with slow, circular pressure—carefully, patiently, deeply—where the ribs met the undercurve of her boobs. The sensation made her arch faintly off the table.

“Ahh~” she gasped, biting her lip.

Delphine’s breath grew shallower. Her body squirmed under his hands, not to escape, but to give him more access. The pressure, the heat, the friction—it all built up inside her like fire trapped under her skin.

And still, he didn’t break. He didn’t say anything inappropriate. He didn’t moan. He didn’t touch her in the way she desperately wanted.

He was still being professional.

And it was driving her fucking insane.

“~ahh~ahh~”

Her boobs rose and fell, every touch, every knead sent delicious tremors down to her stomach.

Then, he moved again.

His hands glided lower, down the middle of her torso. His palms slid over her stomach—flat, smooth, and trembling under his touch. He massaged her belly with tender pressure, spiralling out from the centre. He worked through each part—above the navel, then around it, down below it.

When his thumbs circled her belly button, her hips jolted.

“Ahhnn~!”

She almost covered her mouth, but couldn’t move. Her fingers clutched at the table. Her legs twitched. That tiny motion—those innocent little circles around her navel—made her feel like something was coiling deep inside her, ready to burst.

It was too much, and yet not enough.

“You’re very sensitive,” Aether said, voice smooth and professional.

Delphine only whimpered, her eyes clouded with lust. She wanted to beg him. To plead. To drag his hand down just a little more…

His hands moved again.

Downward.

They slipped just above her mound, stopping right at the edge. Her core twitched, wet and glistening—but still untouched. His fingers brushed along the outer lips. Just a whisper of pressure, moving around her folds, never between.

It was so close.

So fucking close.

“~mnnfrr~”

His palms massaged the area around her pussy—just the skin, just the edge, never dipping in, never sliding between her slick folds. His thumbs grazed along the crease where her thighs met her hips.

It was maddening.

A torment!!

“Hnnng~” she clenched her teeth, her hips rising faintly toward him, but he only adjusted.

“Please relax, Madam,” he said, gently but firmly.

She bit her lip harder. Her pussy was soaked. She could feel it dripping onto the table now, the heat pooling, the need screaming.

And yet… he moved lower.

His hands found her thighs again, kneading the thick muscle there, working slowly and deeply. His fingers dug into the inner thigh, his knuckles brushing the soft skin near her flower, but still never entering.

The tension made her mad.

Her mind is blurry.

Her voice caught in her throat.

“Ahh~ Haaah~”

His hands continued down, past her knees, slow and methodical. Her calves, her ankles—every part of her got the same attention. Her skin buzzed with aftershocks. Then—finally—his hands reached her feet.

He held them gently, his thumbs pressing into the sole of her foot with pinpoint precision.

“A-Ahhh~!” Delphine cried out, unable to hold it in.

It was electric. That pressure—so precise, so deliberate—triggered something deep, something primal. Her pussy clenched out of reflex, a hot pulse shooting up her spine like lightning.

“Very responsive,” Aether remarked with that same calm, infuriating professionalism. Not a crack in his voice. Not even a tremble. His eyes held no obvious lust—just that maddening restraint that made her want to scream.

Delphine couldn’t take it anymore. Her whole body was trembling—her core throbbing wet and swollen, her breasts aching for attention, her legs sticky and spread wider than they were supposed to be.

She was overheating from the inside out.

She was on fire.

Literally on fucking fire!

Yet—

“That’s it, madam. I hope you liked my massage,” Aether said, stepping back and bowing his head with the politeness of a five-star butler. As if this whole ordeal was nothing but a client service review and not a dripping, desperate sexual edge she was now hanging from.

Delphine’s eyes snapped wide. Her mouth dropped open, trembling. And then her face turned beet red.

“Y-You…” she hissed through her teeth.

That bastard! He was seriously going to leave her like this? After all that teasing? All that almost-touching? She wanted more—so much more! Not just a massage—she wanted to be fucked until her brain melted!

And he just walked away?!

Aether tilted his head, face blankly professional, like an innocent employee being accused of something absurd. “Excuse me? Did you not enjoy my massage, madam?”

Delphine spat the words, flustered and breathless, “Yes! This was the worst massage!”

Aether blinked, taken aback in confusion. “Is there something wrong with my massage, madam? I followed the exact procedures outlined in the spa’s certified training modules.”

But then Delphine paused. Her eyes narrowed. That tone… That line…

Something clicked.

Her heart skipped. Her pupils widened as she looked at him again, more closely this time. His posture, his dialogue, his tone…

‘W-Wait a second… wasn’t this—?!’

Her jaw parted slightly. That book. The book. The one she’d been reading recently—the raunchy, spicy fantasy erotica that he took from her.

‘He… HE STOLE THAT FUCKING BOOK!’

The setup. The roleplay. Every line. Every single damn line he said was from that exact chapter!

Her eyes sparkled with realisation, and then…

Her pussy twitched…. Hard.

The thrill of it—the thought that he read that exact book, set up everything, and was now acting it out with her—sent a wild shock of horny excitement through her dripping folds.

‘Roleplay, huh~?’ she thought slyly, licking her lips.

She turned her head slightly, fighting the tremble in her voice, fighting the heat in her cheeks, and shifted back into character.

“Yes,” she said slowly, her expression turning smug, haughty. “Your massage wasn’t anywhere near the standard I expected from a young man like you. Utterly disappointing.”

The words felt foreign and embarrassing on her tongue. Her cheeks were burning. She couldn’t believe she was saying them out loud… But god, it made her pussy throb.

Aether blinked again, but this time a subtle smirk tugged at his lips. She saw it for just a second before it vanished behind that blank, pure, annoyingly innocent professional expression.

“But madam,” he said with a tilted head, “this is the tier you selected. And I, as a professionally certified massage therapist, have performed the appropriate service based on the Bronze Comfort level.”

Delphine scoffed dramatically, flipping her hair like a spoiled heiress, “Tier? What the hell are you talking about, brat?! Do you think I have time to sit and read every tier you offer? You’re the professional, aren’t you?! Shouldn’t you be the one to determine what my body needs?!”

She crossed her arms and glared at him like a furious CEO firing an incompetent intern. “Honestly, this whole spa is a total failure. I should sue you and every last employee here!”

She swung her legs off the table as if to rise, chest still proudly bare and heaving, but that didn’t matter—she was in character now.

Then—

“W-Wait, madam!” Aether rushed forward, hand hovering close but not daring to touch her just yet. “There is… There is another tier available. But it’s… extremely premium and costly”

Delphine raised an eyebrow, crossing one leg over the other with the elegance of a high-class goddess. Her robe still barely clung to her shoulders, boobs swaying heavily with every exaggerated breath. She narrowed her eyes at him with a playful but biting edge.

“Do I look like a beggar to you, brat?” she said coldly, chin lifting with regal arrogance. “I have enough money to buy your entire pathetic spa and shut it down in a heartbeat!”

Aether visibly flinched at her tone, bowing again quickly, but then—

She leaned forward, voice softening just a bit, lips curving seductively.

“Still… since you’re kind of cute… and honestly a pretty adorable boy… I suppose I’ll let you off this time.”

Aether’s shoulders relaxed in a sigh of relief. “T-Thank you, madam. Then… allow me to offer you our most prestigious massage tier—”

He stood up straight, his tone grand, “—The Ultra Deep Pro MaXer.”

Delphine smirked, pretending to look unimpressed. But inside?

She was screaming.

‘H-Holy shit that name!’

But she composed herself, flipping her hair again. “Hmm~ I’m liking the name already,” she purred, lips twitching as she barely held in a giggle of pure arousal.

Her pussy clenched again.

This was about to get wild.

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