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170 ? Clumsy Socialite #6
Knock knock.
I heard the sound of my misaligned pelvis being corrected.
It’s a sound that is so refreshing to the ears that you can’t help but feel it just by listening to it.
“Keeeyayak!”
But Brigitte screamed as if she couldn’t bear the unfamiliar sensation. And at that moment, letters appeared before my eyes.
Deering-.
Cures 『Bridgette von Faschone’s Condition: Back Pain』.
『Task value + 10』
『Current task value 75』
I never thought my back pain would be fixed so quickly. I thought I would need a few more adjustments, but it seems my massage skills are improving by leaps and bounds.
“So, what do you think?”
“Gyaaa… .”
Brigitte was still not fully awake. It was understandable, since the first time she received chiropractic treatment, it was really shocking and painful.
Knock, knock.
At that moment, a knocking sound was heard outside.
Miss, are you okay?
The owner of this voice, so flat that it conveys no emotion, is probably Sydney, the black-clad hired hand.
It must be Brigitte who is asking questions out of concern as she screams.
“Okay, it’s okay…!”
Brigitte then stood up again quite vigorously. She even moved her waist this way and that.
“Oh, my. My back feels really refreshed! What is it? What is it? My body feels light!”
And then he soon started running around the small room, acting as if he was testing his body’s capabilities.
“Sir, I thought you were a stone-thrower. You’re actually pretty good at it? Even healing magic couldn’t cure it!”
“Now it’s your eyes’ turn. I’m going to touch up your face a bit-.”
“I know, it’s a medical procedure, so don’t worry about it, right? But please wash your hands before doing it.”
Brigitte pointed to the water jug in the corner. I put my hand out the window and washed my hand clean with the water in the jug.
“Then why don’t you sit down on the bed here?”
I made this black gothic doll-like girl sit down quietly, then I placed my thumb on her face, right in the corner of her eye, or rather, in the hollow between her eye and eyebrow.
Jeongmyeonghyeol.
Pressing this point is very effective in relieving eye fatigue.
For modern people who strain their eyes by looking at smartphones or monitors, this is a place that is truly helpful in many ways.
Kwuk, kwuk.
I pressed it with relatively light force for about 3 seconds, about 5 times.
“Ugh…!”
But Brigitte was groaning, as if she was in a lot of pain. Then, Sydney knocked on the door again from outside.
Miss, are you okay?
“… O, it’s okay! Heung, huh, huh…”
It was when I was pressing the button 5 to 10 times that the familiar letters appeared before my eyes as usual, and at the same time, the task score rose to 85.
When I see things going smoothly, it really makes me feel good.
“How is it? Do you feel like your eyes are better now?”
I asked the patient about the effects of acupressure. Brigitte looked around with slightly tearful eyes.
Swish.
The wrinkles between his eyebrows, which had been furrowed deeply, slowly began to disappear.
“… My goodness, my eyes aren’t dry at all!”
He ends up yelling so loudly that it’s deafening.
“It looks like you washed your eyes with water! What is it? What method did you use?”
Unlike before, when she had been skeptical and nervous about my treatment, she was now curious about my secret method after seeing immediate and noticeable results.
“This is the sa-.”
As usual, I was going to dismiss it as Samaritan magic.
But I kept my mouth shut because I thought I’d be screwed if people found out that I was a Samaritan.
“What? What? What is it?”
What are you talking about? I’m not the type to be very ad-lib-able, so there aren’t many options that come to mind.
“Evil… sorcery.”
“Witchcraft…? Are you, are you some kind of cult or something…!? Something about it feels a little off!”
“… That, that’s similar.”
“Wow, this is my first time seeing a cult. A cult of Pluto, right? They say cultists can bring the dead back to life. Is that true?”
Even though she figured out that I was a cultist, Brigitte didn’t seem scared or afraid. Instead, she seemed interested and kept asking questions.
what?
I’ve heard that women in their prime sometimes fantasize about scary and creepy men. Does this woman have that kind of taste too?
Anyway, there was no way my true identity as Hassan of Samaria would be discovered. I was just about to feel a little relieved when I thought about that.
“Can I speak to my mother?”
“What did your mother say?”
“I heard that she died giving birth to me. If you are a believer of Pluto, would it be possible for you to have a conversation with my deceased mother?”
The followers of Subalpluto can do something like that. They can even allow you to talk to the dead.
Honestly, all I could think of were creepy and terrifying thoughts. Ouija board? Bloodsucking doll? A common theme in horror movies.
“I don’t know about that either.”
“Pluto’s Labyrinth, they say that if you go to the end, you can talk to the dead… Adventurers explore the labyrinth, right? If you reach the end, will you really be able to talk to your mother?”
aha.
I thought I could understand why this noble lady Brigitte seemed to yearn for the life of an adventurer.
I guess he wanted to go to the end of the underworld and talk to his deceased mother. Thinking about it that way, I felt a little sorry for him.
Of course, that’s not what’s important to me right now.
Now there’s only one really big mountain left.
To be exact, there are two small mountains. All that remains is to turn those two small mountains into two large mountains.
“Ahem, ahem.”
So I pretended to clear my throat, made my voice thicker again, and then said.
“Now, I want to cure the illness that the young lady is suffering from. What I will do from now on is to provide treatment… .”
“It’s a treatment, so don’t worry about it, okay?”
He is a nobleman, so he received a higher education and has good learning ability.
“Where are you pressing now? It’s really refreshing and nice.”
“Then, now I would like to touch your chest.”
“… .”
Brigitte didn’t say anything to my words. She just glared at me with a furrowed brow.
It felt like the friendly conversation we had just had was a lie, like a big, cold knife was stabbing into my heart.
Of course I understand.
If someone were to touch my juice to make it bigger, I would be embarrassed and at the same time, I might get angry.
But there was nothing I could do.
There’s really nothing we can do about it.
So I added a few more words in a really trembling voice.
“You have to touch the heart yourself.”
I made my intentions clear again. Brigitte brought both arms together in front of her and covered her chest.
“…Is that also a magical treatment?”
“Yes… . As you can see from the effect on the waist and eyes, it really works… .”
Actually, I wasn’t sure if it would work or not. I just didn’t know that telling a girl that I was going to touch her breasts would be such an embarrassing and exciting thing.
The juice keeps growing and growing and doesn’t seem to go down.
If my robe hadn’t reached my knees, I would have been caught for sure. Then my head would have been cut off.
“Huh… Really, is this the right treatment?”
So what will happen now? I was feeling a little nervous, when the noble lady Brigitte asked in an unsatisfactory tone.
There was a lot of doubt, but compared to just now, it seems like there’s a little bit of a gap.
Gold bar.
Thinking about that golden object, I racked my brain. I tried to synthesize all the chattering words Brigitte had been saying so far and persuade this girl to let her guard down.
So this is why my father told me to listen to the patient.
“When I get better, maybe my father will let me go out.”
“… .”
Brigitte doesn’t respond to my words, but I can clearly see the strength draining from her hands covering her chest and her trembling shoulders.
“Then you could become an adventurer. You might be able to solve Pluto’s labyrinth and talk to your mother.”
“Phew… .”
Brigitte lets out a sigh that really comes from the bottom of her heart. What is she thinking right now? Of course, I can’t imagine.
Swish.
Soon, Youngae in a black dress lay down on the bed.
“… .”
Of course, his mouth was tightly shut and his brows were furrowed, so he looked quite intimidating. Perhaps it would be okay to see that as a sign of permission and agreement?
“… Then, I will try to finish it as quickly as possible.”
I sat down on the bed to approach that young lady. Then, slowly, really slowly, I reached out and touched that ribboned chest area with my palm.
Swish.
The size of her breasts felt quite soft through her clothes.
I wouldn’t say it’s big, but if you were to ask me if it’s really big, I’d say no.
It was a size that gave me a subtle sense of depravity, so I felt a real sense of guilt running down my back.
Ball feather.
The more I touched her chest with my hand, the deeper the furrow between Youngae’s eyebrows became. And I also felt like her eyes were glaring at me.
Even though he didn’t say anything, it felt like he was criticizing me by saying, ‘I believed you!’ and my conscience prickled.
I can’t concentrate if I keep rubbing it like this.
So I raised Youngae’s body and sat down, hugging her from behind. Since I was hugging her from behind, I didn’t have to see Youngae’s fierce expression.
Swish, swish.
I ended up fondling Youngae’s breasts to my heart’s content without worrying about what anyone thought.
Malkang, malkang-.
“How is it? Do you think it’s having any effect?”
And then, I never forget to occasionally ask her about her progress by whispering in her ear. It is the duty of a therapist to understand the patient’s mood and condition.
“…after-.”
However, Youngae Brigitte only let out an incomprehensible sigh every now and then and didn’t really give an answer.
Does it not work?
If I continue like this, I’ll just end up being a shameless pervert who plays with Yeong-ae’s chest without any effect. Then, I might get my throat cut by the Baron.
So I felt more urgent and started moving my hands more busily.
Swish. Swish.
As my hands grabbed each breast, stimulating them more and more through the dress, I soon felt them standing up hard under the soft material.
“Ugh, huh, uh, uh… ”
“Is there a problem? Are you in pain?”
“That’s not it… It’s the first time, it’s the first time I’ve felt this way… Ah, hmph… Heh heh, it feels ticklish too…”
Her hard nipples were clearly visible under the thin fabric of her dress. Her breasts were small, or rather, because they were small, the nerves were crowded together and she was sensitive.
wait for a sec.
When I felt the presence of a raised nipple under my palm, an inspiration flashed through my head like lightning.
Sexual arousal stimulates the secretion of female hormones, and the secretion of female hormones may make the breasts bigger. So, if I arouse this young lady Brigitte, won’t her breasts grow bigger?
I don’t think there is a better prescription.
So I used my index finger and thumb to gently touch that nipple, more like tickling it with a light touch than touching it openly.
“…flaw.”
Then, I can clearly feel a small sigh coming out of Youngae’s mouth as she is hugging me. Her body temperature also seems to be rising.
Plus my juice is really hard and feels like it’s going to explode.
Of course this is a cure.
Therapeutic actions.
This is not a nipple, it is a breast enlargement acupoint. I will name it that from now on.
“Ha, euah, ah, ugh… .”
But as I listened to the moans and groans that were becoming more and more familiar, I began to wonder if this was really a treatment.
What am I doing now?
That very moment when I felt such doubt.
Deering-.
I will give you the 『Bridgette von Faschone’s Status Mana Sotae』.
As the words appeared before her eyes, Brigitte’s chin lifted high.
“Ah, ah, ah-!”
And then, finally, she starts to tremble with a loud moan. The words “the task score increases” came to mind.
I didn’t have time to worry about that right now.
The chest area of the dress that was taken off after a vigorous massage.
He caresses those slightly exposed, warm, soft, smooth, sweaty, shiny breasts even more carefully.
Soft and fluffy.
“Hot, haat, hau, huh, haat-!”
Brigitte, who makes sounds like a musical instrument whenever you press her small breasts with your fingers and occasionally stroke her nipples.
A tingling sensation ran through my palm as I touched her breasts, as if electricity was running through it.
What is it? Do you feel the blood flowing through your chest?
I heard that great masseuses have very sensitive palms, so they can feel the blood flow and blood flow abnormalities. I think I’ve reached that level now.
I felt like I would know something more if I touched my chest just a little bit more, so I gradually became more immersed in this act.
“Ah, that, that’s it, that, that’s it, this kind of thing… This kind of thing, isn’t treatment…!”
At that time, the noble lady Brigitte struggled as if trying to push me away.
Of course, there is no way that a noble lady who is only level 4 could push me, who is level 12, just based on her physical strength.
“Ugh, hah, that, that’s it… . Who, who… .”
Was Young-ae trying to shout for help outside? At that moment, blood rushed to my head, so I raised my palm and covered Young-ae’s mouth.
“Eww, eww-!”
Brigitte struggling with him.
But I really didn’t want to stop. I felt like if I touched my chest a little more, for some reason, a little more, something would appear.
That moment when I tightly clutched my chest with my remaining hand.
『Status: The Mark of Hell』 will be given.』
『Task value + 50』
『Current task value: +135』
As soon as the letters appeared before my eyes.
“Huh, huh!”
I fell into bed, convulsing violently.
I don’t know what it was, but it did it. The task value also increased by 50, so my current task value is now 135.
Subal, I think it was a good idea to touch her chest more.
But right then.
Something really weird and amazing started happening.
Srrrrrr.
Brigitte’s body was drooping. Something like black ink was flowing out of her body and soaking the bed.
“Huh, huh-huh!”
When I saw Brigitte flailing around as if she was in pain somewhere, I suddenly got scared.
News articles like “Fake masseuse, patient in critical condition during illegal treatment” often float around in my head.
This is how scary unlicensed practice can be.
… Shit, I’m done for.
Is something wrong?
How do I escape?
At a time when I was seriously considering whether I could survive if I jumped out the window.
Swish.
As if the ink on my body washes away in the rain.
The jet-black hair of the noble lady Brigitte began to lose its luster and turn blue.
[Work Review]
Actually, the reason I used massage water…
I just wanted to get a massage…
The story of the legendary demon is about eating a lot of things I want to eat…
This time, I’m going to talk about acupressure because I like doing things like acupressure…
The massages that come out are not just a general list, but ones that actually have acupressure effects… Of course… I don’t really know about things like the blood that makes breasts bigger…
I hope that Michuri’s wish for all readers to stay healthy is conveyed well….
And I was going to do an illustration vote… but there aren’t many female characters that appeared, so I feel like it’ll be a bit much… maybe… if it feels like this, I think the next illustration will definitely be of that character….!!!
