Lackey's Seducing Survival Odyssey

Chapter 1077 1077: Massaging the Hard worker: Part-1~

”Since you worked so hard, I will give you a wonderful reward. Go and wear this only.”

Thatʼs what he said—calm, smooth, mysterious—before handing her a delicate white robe and disappearing into an empty room in her massive house without another word, leaving behind a silence that throbbed with promise.

Delphine blinked, standing frozen with the robe in her hands. She didnʼt fully understand what this ʼrewardʼ was supposed to be... but deep down, a shiver of anticipation rippled through her spine.

Her skin already tingled at the idea. If anything, she knew exactly what was coming. She wasnʼt naïve. Not when her body was already reacting. She gulped thickly, licking her lips slowly as a drop of saliva escaped—her mouth slightly parted, breath quickening, her eyes clouded with growing hunger.

She was definitely going to enjoy her two days off. Oh yes, she was going to savor every damn second.

Without wasting a moment, she stripped herself bare, her fingers fumbling in eagerness as her clothes hit the floor one by one. No hesitation. No shame. She briefly considered wearing panties... but then shook her head. She knew better. Theyʼd just end up being ripped off or tossed aside anyway, so what was the point?

The robe clung to her nakedness like a loverʼs whisper, sliding over her bare skin as if it were caressing her in places she didnʼt even know were sensitive. It was soft—silkier than she expected, smooth like sin—and so light that it barely even counted as clothing.

It exposed far too much. The robe kissed her curves, and between her thighs, a steady ache had started pulsing, low and deep. Her whole body was humming.

She caught her reflection in the hallway mirror—cheeks flushed, lips pink and parted, her eyes wide and dazed with desire. She looked... so ready. And that look alone made her stomach twist with arousal.

Embarrassed, she looked away, but her thighs pressed together automatically, trying and failing to ease the throbbing heat between her legs.

She began walking toward the door slowly, every step making her more aware of her body. Her flower was already trembling, already slick, already craving a touch she hadnʼt even received yet. She was barely halfway to the room and already soaking.

She bit her lip.

What the hell was waiting in there?

ʼWhat kind of miracle is behind that door thatʼs going to make me forget all the weeks of stress?ʼ she wondered, heart thundering.

Her hand lifted, fingers just about to knock when—

Thud!

The door opened on its own.

Aether stood in the doorway, tall and composed, wearing a robe that somehow made him look even more powerful, more untouchable. His presence was magnetic. And when he bowed slightly and said, ”Welcome to my Massage Spa, Madam,” with that low, steady voice…

Delphineʼs brain just… stopped.

Her breath caught in her throat. She blinked, heart skipping several beats. The man in front of her—how had she not noticed this before? Sure, he always had some presence, but now... now that she could really see him, now that the mask was gone...

He was taller than she remembered. Broader. His shoulders were sharp and solid. His chest beneath the robe hinted at power, muscle, control. But it was his face… sharp jawline, deep eyes, full lips, slightly tousled hair.

HE WAS FUCKING HANDSOME!!

Her knees almost buckled.

Drip...

A single drop slid from her soaked folds and clung to her inner thigh.

She blushed furiously as her thighs rubbed together. Her entire body was betraying her thoughts. There were so many questions flooding her mind, so many things she wanted to say, but all of it just vanished in the heat pulsing between her legs.

None of it mattered anymore.

Not when his eyes were roaming over her, slow and calculated. Not when the scent of his skin, masculine and clean with a faint trace of something darker, touched her nose. She took one step forward and was instantly engulfed in the scent of sandalwood and something more primal—musk, heat, man.

The room was dimly lit, turned into a sensual haven. Candles glowed like warm little stars, the air heavy with fragrance. A long white table sat in the middle, sheets smooth, crisp, ready. The atmosphere was dangerously seductive, the air so thick with arousal it could be cut with a knife.

Delphine bit her lower lip, her heart racing. It was like sheʼd stepped into one of her erotic novels—one where the massage always turned into something... more.

She wanted it... Every bit of it!!!

With flushed cheeks and trembling thighs, she let Aether gently guide her toward the table.

”Lie down. Face first, Madam,” he said in a tone so professional it somehow made her even hornier.

His voice was calm, low, velvety—almost detached—but it only added to the tension clawing inside her belly.

ʼDamn… Whatever you say, boss.ʼ

With a heated breath,

She climbed onto the table, her skin tingling all over. Her cheeks were burning hot. She tilted her head to the side, stealing glances at him through her glasses, which were starting to fog from her own ragged breath.

Aetherʼs face remained unreadable. There was no playful smirk, no teasing glint—just a blank, professional mask. That alone made her inner walls clench. His control, his restraint... it drove her wild.

And then... his hands covered in oil, touched her.

Firm. Slow. Confident.

The moment his fingertips met her back, a jolt ran down her spine. She gasped. Her body arched slightly, breath catching in her throat. His palms were warm and strong, his thumbs digging into her muscles with precision. He moved with practised skill—kneading, pressing, sliding with a rhythm that felt more intimate!

”Please calm down, Madam,” Aether said again in a composed, soothing voice, his hands never pausing.

Delphine tried—she really did—but her body had its own plans. The silky robe slipped off her shoulders completely now, baring her soft back to the candlelight. Her breath hitched. She could feel the warmth of his hands seeping into her skin, deeper, spreading fire.

The sheet beneath her was warm, but her core was blazing hot.

He started at her shoulders—his thumbs working in firm, expert circles—melting away the knots of tension she hadnʼt even realised she carried. His hands moved lower, along the curve of her spine, tracing every dip, every ridge. His touch was both clinical and sinful. Too professional... and that only made it worse.

She moaned softly, barely audible,

”mmm~” the sound escaped her lips as she felt a wave of intense relief—and raw, aching pleasure.

She hadnʼt expected him to be this good... Not even close.

Of course, Aether had learned a few things about massage. Back in a previous life, heʼd worked at a seedy massage parlour for a few extra bucks. What he lacked in enthusiasm back then, he made up for now with practised finesse and... a very different kind of motivation.

”Youʼre tight,” he murmured, his voice low, close to her ear, almost a growl as he felt the tension in her upper back and lower hips.

”Long week,” she breathed, her voice muffled against the cradle of the table.

He chuckled—a low, dark, knowing sound—like velvet against gravel.

”Letʼs see what we can do about that.”

He moved lower, working his way inch by inch along her spine. His hands—strong, patient, deliberate—glided over her bare skin with slow precision. Every touch had purpose, like he knew her body better than she did, like he was mapping out every curve, every tremble, every breath she took.

His touch skirted the line between something clinical and something dangerously intimate.

”~mm~”

A helpless moan slipped from her lips, soft and desperate. Something hotter was bubbling beneath the surface. Riskier. Her skin flinched and welcomed in equal measure as his fingertips brushed along the sides of her ribs. He lingered there—just a second too long. Just enough to make her breath hitch and her core pulse.

Goosebumps bloomed across her skin.

Then his voice, closer than before, warm and low, dipped into her ears like a kiss.

”Would you like me to go deeper?”

Her breath caught in her throat.

”Y~Yes,” she whispered, barely audible, her voice breaking with the weight of want. She wanted it—God, she wanted it deeper—but the words stuck in her throat, laced with a shy heat she couldnʼt hide.

The sheet slipped further down her hips as his hands glided lower. They explored the subtle arch of her lower back, every press making her thighs clench tighter beneath the sheet. His fingers dipped toward the small hollow just above her hips, kneading gently, rhythmically, coaxing her body into surrender with every sensual press. The motions were hypnotic, promising more with every pass… but never quite giving.

”Relax,” he murmured, his fingers teasing the edge of the sheet. ”Let go.”

And somehow... she did.

Her body obeyed without question. Her muscles melted under his skilled palms, yielding to his pace, his pressure, his presence. Her breathing grew heavier, more ragged, more wanton with every second.

Then his hands wandered lower... dangerously lower. Along the edges of the sheet that barely clung to her round, shaking curves.

He slid it down—slowly, deliberately—revealing her soft, trembling buns to the candlelit air.

Delphine gasped, sucking in a sharp breath as the cool air brushed against her exposed ass. Her face flushed red-hot as she buried her face into the cradle, biting her lip.

She was bare.... Vulnerable. And yet... she wanted more.

Aetherʼs gaze dropped.

He stared in silence for a moment at those pale, perfectly shaped cheeks.

Those delicate, trembling mounds, parted slightly, with that soft, inviting crease between them that called to be touched, worshipped, devoured. His hands moved with a mask of professionalism, but his fingers pressed firmly into her flesh, kneading both cheeks with slow, circular pressure.

”Hmm~”

Delphine moaned, startled by the sharp sensation at first, but then—God—it changed.

The pressure melted into something warm, pleasurable, like all the strain and tension built up inside her was finally being unravelled. Her thighs trembled. Her ass quivered in his palms. Her heartbeat thudded against her ribs like it was trying to escape.

And when his hands moved lower—just a little—gently pressing downward, the heel of his palm came so damn close to her swollen, slick center. So close, her whole body tensed in anticipation.

Her toes curled in anticipation. Her back arched slightly, begging without words. She was so wet—dripping wet. Her flower throbbed with want, so sensitive she could feel the air brush against her slit.

But then...

His fingers moved away.

To her legs?

”Huh...?” Delphine blinked, tilting her head in surprise, lips parted as she looked over at Aether with a flustered, betrayed expression.

He met her gaze with a calm, unreadable expression. ”Is something wrong, Madam?” he asked, voice steady, composed, innocent. Not a single flicker of lust. Not a single crack in his professional façade.

Just a warm, polite smile that made her want to scream and cry and ride him at the same time.

”N-Nothing...” she mumbled with a breathless pout. Her voice trembled. Her tone is heavy with disappointment and unmet need. Her core was already soaked, slick and needy, throbbing with every heartbeat, but he wasnʼt going to touch it.

Was he teasing her?

Was this part of the plan?

She didnʼt know, but one thing was certain—he had to be planning something.

No man could massage a naked woman like this without wanting more. Right?

He was a pervert just like her!

Still... as her thoughts spiralled, his hands kept working.

He focused on her thighs now, his fingers strong and sure, applying just the right amount of pressure to unlock every knot, every ache. Her legs slowly relaxed, melting under his touch. The tension dissolved from her calves, her thighs, her lower muscles. Her body felt like it was floating.

”Hmm~”

”Ahmm~”

Her moans came more freely now, breathy and uncontrolled. Her cheeks were flushed, lips damp. When his thumbs pressed into the arch of her foot, she let out a sharp gasp that melted into another needy moan. It hurt... but in that delicious, toe-curling, pleasure-laced way.

He was touching every spot she didnʼt even know could feel this good.

”Now turn back, Madam,” Aether said, his tone still impossibly composed, that soft professional smile returning to his face.

Delphine hesitated only for a heartbeat before rolling over, her head spinning, her glasses fogged from her breath and heat. Her chest was heaving, her lungs filled with the scent of sandalwood and her own lust. Her robe had fallen open at the front now, barely hiding her breasts—those round, heavy, trembling peaks that strained under the thin cloth.

And when she caught him staring—his eyes fixed on her exposed cleavage with a look far too focused to be innocent—

She knew.

He wasnʼt going to stay professional for much longer.

She could feel it. She could see it.

ʼHehe~ʼ she giggled inwardly, biting the inside of her cheek, her legs instinctively rubbing together. She was ready. She had been ready since the moment she laid eyes on him. And now?

Now she was just waiting... waiting for him to finally break.