Chapter 607: Massage [2]

Amon swallowed. His throat felt dry.

As someone who always liked to enjoy his life and trying to flirt with girls. He somehow got two lovers.

To be honest he never hide his flirting, nor showed much genuinity in it, which could avoid them falling for him.

But while trying same thing he started to love Scarlett, he didn’t know when it started and he became more genuine to her.

Same goes for Seraphina. For her he felt heart beating things even before meeting Scarlett.

And now here, he was getting flustered with Aisha.

It’s not like he felt such things with all woman, he was also close to Eliana and Senior Selena and didn’t felt like this.

But this cute wolf woman was also someone who was becoming much close to him.

‘Sigh.. Amon… this is just bad man inside you. Control the beast and let the gentle man take over.’

“Since I mostly finished your back and even some of the front just now only your legs are left. So… lay on your front. I’ll do the backs of your legs first, then the front.”

Aisha gave a small nod. Without another word she unfolded her long legs and stretched out on the soaring floor, settling onto her stomach.

The navy crop top pulled tight across her back; the heavy curves of her breasts flattened against the hard surface beneath her, yet she showed no discomfort.

Her arms folded loosely under her cheek. The black-and-red bushy tail rested along one thigh, the tip giving a lazy, idle flick.

Tight black trousers clung to the powerful lines of her legs and the full, rounded shape of her ass.

Amon’s gaze traced the length of her for half a second too long before he forced it lower.

He gulped once, hard, and moved to her feet. He started at her calves.

Warm palms wrapped around the firm muscle just above her ankles. Thumbs pressed in slow, deep circles, working upward along the dense flesh.

Aisha’s breath remained steady, but a soft, almost inaudible sound escaped her when he found a particularly tight spot and lingered there.

“Hmm~ ahn~”

He moved higher, kneading the backs of her knees with careful pressure, then continued onto the thick, powerful thighs.

The fabric of the black trousers was thin enough that the heat of her skin bled straight through.

He worked the outer thighs first long, firm strokes from just above the knee all the way up to the lower curve of her hip.

Then shifted inward, thumbs digging into the softer inner muscle. He kept his hands deliberately low, stopping short of the full swell of her soft lower cheeks.

Only the very lowest edge of that soft, rounded flesh brushed his fingertips when he reached the highest point of each stroke, and even that fleeting contact made his pulse jump.

‘Soft… damn, it’s soft…’

He gritted his teeth and kept the rhythm professional. Yet every time his palms slid up the back of her thighs, the give of the muscle and the faint warmth radiating through the tight cloth pulled at his concentration.

Her tail shifted once. The fluffy tip drifting closer to his wrist before settling again.

Aisha’s breathing had grown a fraction deeper; the flush on the visible side of her face had not faded.

—

After a while.

“It’s done, Aisha… I think this much should be enough.”

Aisha lifted her head slightly from the floor, still lying on her stomach. A faint, shy note entered her voice.

“Huh… okay… I thought you were also going to do it from the front.”

Amon looked down at her. The flush on her cheeks had not fully faded. He cleared his throat.

“W-well… I think… that it might feel inappropriate.”

‘Damn bastard! Like what you’ve done till now was not inappropriate!!’

“Ahh! Yo-you think so?”

“Yes… I mean, don’t you think?”

She kept looking at him for a long moment. Then a soft sigh left her. She turned and sat on her rear in upright position, legs straight on floor.

“Guess… you are actually not a pervert. I thought you must be enjoying doing this and waiting for the front.”

The words left her mouth before she seemed to realize what she had said.

Amon’s eyes went wide. “What?!!”

The moment the meaning of her own sentence sank in, Aisha’s wolf ears shot straight up. The red flush on her face deepened to a vivid red.

“I-I-I mean—”

“You think I was doing this and enjoying touching you?” Amon’s voice rose a fraction. “If you think so, then why didn’t you stop me?”

“That…because the massage was really feeling good!!”

“Oh? So since it felt too good, you will let a pervert touch you however he wanted?”

Amon frowned, the expression sharp. He did not like the implication at all.

‘Wait… am I calling myself a pervert?’

“No!!” Aisha, ears still rigid. “I didn’t stop because it was you!!”

The denial came out with honesty. Amon’s mouth opened, then closed again. Surprise knocked the next words out of him.

Once more Aisha’s face burned. Her ears flicked downward in mortification at her own bluntness.

“Wai-wait, I mean I—” She who has trained hard today and then got such a nice massage now acting very weird, unlike her real self.

“You don’t mind me touching you like that?” Amon asked, quieter now. “Why is that?”

He needed to understand. A small, uneasy part of him hoped she was not simply being pulled along by whatever corruption already lived in him.

Aisha’s gaze dropped to the floor. One ear dipped lower than the other. She clenched her fist. Even she was questioning herself why she felt like that.

“…I don’t know. I just… don’t mind you touching me right now. M-maybe because I really think of you as a good friend. Yes. That must be the reason!!” she finally found a clue.

Amon studied her for a few seconds.

He decided the subject had gone far enough for now.

“Well… anyway. Let’s go. We should eat something. I’m hungry, and our friends must be waiting.”

“Yes,” she answered, voice small.

He extended a hand toward her while still on one knee neer her legs, offering to help her up as he pushed himself to his feet.

“Oh my~ what’s going on here?”

The sudden voice from behind made both of them jolt.

Amon’s balance tipped. His leg tangled against Aisha’s. Gravity took the rest.

Thud.

“Argh—!” Aisha’s soft groan cut through the air as her back hit the floor.

Amon’s muffled sound followed at once. “Mmh!”

Softness had swallowed his face completely. It was warm and soothing. The navy crop top and the full, pliant flesh beneath it pressed against his nose and mouth.

Instinct made him brace with his hands. His right palm landed on something unbelievably soft and large, something his fingers already recognized from experience. Even with his whole hand he could not fully encompass it.

He squeezed once without meaning to.

“Ahn~”

The moan tore from Aisha’s throat, sharp.

Amon squeeze again which reflexively pulled a longer, shakier sound from her.

“Ahnnh~ Amon…”

He shoved himself upward in a rush. The position that met his eyes made his blood freeze and surge at the same time.

He was still half-sprawled over her. Legs stradle her. His right hand remained firmly cupped around the heavy flesh of her left breast.

Fingers sunk into the soft, full curve, unable to close around its entire size. Aisha’s face was scarlet.

One hand pressed the back of her wrist against her mouth; her red eyes stared up at him wide with shame.

Her wolf ears stood rigid. The black-and-red tail had gone still against the floor.

As much as Amon knew Aisha, by now she should have pushed him with full force while yelling at him as pervert.

“Damn, Amon!!”

But of course Aisha didn’t get opportunity for doing that. As both of them snapped their heads toward the voice again.

Seraphina and Eliana stood a few paces away, staring in open shock.