Massage Parlor for Unsatisfied Wives in Another World

”Mngh, that... just a little and mngh— huh? What happened? Why did you stop?!”

”My lady, this concludes our session.”

I didn’t back down, but I didn’t reach the promised place, and I ended this!

”Hey!... You can’t!”

At that moment, she stood up energetically, mostly annoyed by my actions and words. Her beautiful face clearly showed her anger, with a very frown; even so, she was still beautiful.

Hmm, I don’t understand the need to cover your chest, at this point it’s unnecessary... No! That’s not what’s important.

I had to continue with what I had in mind. I put on a slightly worried and hesitant face as I responded to her anger.

”B-but miss, going beyond this is... I have a wife and—”

Yes, and she’s a part of me right now, huehuehue~.

”That doesn’t matter, continue quickly. Even if you’re done, start another type or do anything, but continue and more importantly, pick up where you left off.”

”Are you sure, Lady? Going beyond this would be—” wonderful!... Ugh, almost, I have to be careful not to say what I’m thinking.

”Silence! Don’t say anything, just do the massage. And this is just a massage, nothing more, nothing less, do you understand? Besides, make it even more intense. Do it or you’ll regret it! I assure you that this place won’t be open another day.”

”Huh?...I-I, the place... my life savings... b-but I love my wife, and if she found out...”

Uff...pretending to be the victim feels kind of good... huehuehue... Alright, cute Azalea, say something nice, give me something to work with.

”That won’t happen. What happens here stays here. And this is no longer a request, it’s an order. I am the lady of this town, and I assure you that, depending on what you decide, your life could become hell.”

”...I-I understand, my lady. I-I’ll do my best.”

Oh, so you were someone important... Well, that doesn’t matter. I got what I wanted, although I still feel like something is missing, but I don’t thi-.

”And don’t even think about stopping again. Do it until the end, and under no circumstances stop.”

Yes! That’s it! Now let the good stuff begin.

”Y-yes, lady... Y-yes, don’t worry, you can lie back down, I’ll continue with the session.”

”Hmph!”

She snorted and gave me one last warning look before lying back down on her stomach. That warning was so that I wouldn’t dare stop, and that was exactly what I wanted.

There was nothing to stop me now.

I’d been thinking about it ever since she showed me that juicy naked ass, but this woman didn’t want it to end in a simple massage, and I couldn’t agree more.

She broke my sanity, but that same thing helped me harmonize. I didn’t have to continue with an internal debate; everything could work perfectly and without collisions.

And what was happening now was just my insurance.

When you’re angry, that’s when you reveal your true self, free of misunderstandings.

I was sure that by leaving her at the highest point, she would get angry and reveal her true intentions.

There was no misunderstanding here, nor had I let myself be dominated and blinded by lust. It was as I thought, she wanted the same thing I did.

And she had already given her consent... or rather, she was forcing the honest and faithful me to commit adultery.

Oh, how cruel fate is! Huehuehue...

And I can go all the way. What I have to do to make sure this place, where all my life savings are invested, doesn’t get ruined, hueheuhu

I was really getting a taste for this victim thing.

Now I just have to do what they basically forced me to do, and not what I wanted to do. That difference made it all the better.

Following that impulse, I again poured more oil without restraint, letting it drip and seep into her valley. She felt the penetrating cold and shivered.

Then I placed my hands on her juicy, soft butt, bathed in oil.

”Mngh, yes, that’s it. Ahh!~ It’s cold.”

She must have been angry at me for stopping just before her climax, but her body was now very sensitive, and along with the cold oil reaching her hot parts, it quickly helped me put her back in a good mood, as she positively received my touch.

I felt her squirm a little. Her legs made a small involuntary movement, as if they wanted to somehow give themselves pleasure; however, she seemed to consciously stop it.

At the moment, although she wasn’t at her peak, she hadn’t decreased much either.

And I could easily raise it again with my actions. As a good symphony conductor, recovering from a wrong or cut note was a piece of cake, and once again the high tension we had was generated.

Gently, I began to approach her sacret place, filled with moisture and desire, with a tentative touch.

”Ahhhhnnghh... mmmphh~”

At that moment, she let her breathing become heavy again, taking on sexy undertones.

She was ready for me to get there. She even made a cheeky move to open her legs a little, giving me free access to her most precious place; it was a cheeky and welcome invitation.

It was the same as before. At this point, she was highly strung and extremely sensitive, in a state where a single wrong move could be the final trigger.

But I didn’t want it to be that easy.

I moved closer and my fingers entered her sacred territory, but they didn’t land directly; even so, a small movement would be enough for them to brush against her very wet and juicy lips, which were asking—no, demanding—a touch that would be the final note... but that wasn’t enough.

I am a conductor who seeks perfection and beyond, and to cover up my mistake, I have to do something better.

So, carefully and delicately, seeking to play a perfect symphony, my fingers moved tentatively closer, waiting for the perfect moment.

She trembled and unconsciously moved her hips, seeking contact with my fingers, but I was in control and kept just the right distance, not letting her feel what she so longed for.

Perhaps, because of my skill, my fingers were so sensitive that the heat, even without touching, was so intense that not even the cold oil that dripped down could change it.

My fingers, feeling her tempting heat, almost faltered, but they had a higher purpose and did not fall to temptation.

They were extremely careful not to touch that final note that would end everything unintentionally.

Finally, one of my fingers was positioned carefully atop her delicate and sensitive pearl, poised for the moment to play the final note.

”....”

And it was when anticipation, temptation, and tension couldn’t have been higher, and once again there was complete silence, that—without any warning or signal—I abruptly struck the longed-for final note of my symphony.

And what happened next?

Uncontrollable!!!

”Mngh!!! That’s right there, aaaghhmngh!! ❤️❤️❤️”

She trembled and writhed, her hands clutching the sheets and her legs tensing and kicking involuntarily.

”Mmmhh... Ohhh, it feels so good! Mnghh!~ ❤️💕”

Psshht... squish...

I could hear her moaning—no, they were no longer simple moans, but cries that came from deep within her throat, charged with raw pleasure.

Her body went into a rhythmic spasm, arching against the bed.

In the midst of her ecstasy, her wetness intensified, making an even bigger mess than before; if I listened carefully between her gasps, I could hear the moist sound of that intense discharge, that inevitable overflow of her climax.

”Ahhahghh...aahhgh~!💕”

Her breathing became ragged, almost suffocating, with moans mixed with small sobs of pleasure.

Her abdomen trembled in involuntary contractions, her thighs tried to close against my hand, though without real force, for every fiber of her body was subject to the wave of pleasure that ran through her.

She trembled uncontrollably, her muscles tense and her heart beating so hard that I could almost feel it through her skin.

She was completely agitated, lost in the vertigo of that release she had finally achieved.

”mng!~❤️ aaammmgh❤️”

She moved her hips with frenzied intensity, banging on the table as she screamed uncontrollably, lost in the storm of her own release.

I, for my part, did not give in for a moment; I continued to press her clitoris with precision, maintaining the rhythm even during her erratic movements, forcing her pleasure to linger.

Every involuntary contraction of her belly and every tremor of her thighs told me that her climax was at its peak.

I knew I could go and stimulate her even more, but this had to be the end of it.

..

”nmghaaa!, haaahh~ that was... huaahhh aahhh~💕”

Finally, when she began to calm down a little, stop trembling and contracting, I felt that the first movement of the symphony was over, and the result left me satisfied.

It went so well that I was mentally ecstatic, but it was only the first part of this beautiful symphony.

This was just beginning.

Now the second movement of this symphony was beginning: the erratic part, the symphony of decadence that would lead her to fall to the lowest depths. Huehuehehe.

”That was really—Aahh!! W-what sudden?!- Ahh!~💕”

This time I couldn’t hold back any longer. My finger, which was persistently stimulating her clitoris, crawled between her petals and, without her having completely finished her climax, found its way into her very hot and wet interior.

She was literally on fire, and my fingers felt it clearly.

”Mmmngh! Wait, that’s...mhn!, I’m not ready- ngh!~”

Skkrrrkkk... sckshhh...

”I understand perfectly what you mean, my lady, I’m glad you’re enjoying it. My inner handling is a familiar technique. Stay relaxed, I’ll show you my best skill. I won’t let this place fall.”

”No, I, that... aahhh!~❤️”

”See? Isn’t my technique great? That was quick, wasn’t it?”

”That... aaah, mmmngh!!~ not so... mmmgh! So intense~”

She had finished a great orgasm, but this was just beginning.

Immediately, my fingers started exploring her insides, already extremely sensitive—not just from her orgasm, but also from my massage, which had heightened every sensatio

glssshhh! plpsshhh sllrrrpp!

In fact, she was already a wet and hot mess, easily making wet sounds, yet I had to work hard to make her an even bigger mess, a mess controlled by me.

”Mmmgh! That ahh!!~❤️..

I was looking to make her have quick but intense little orgasms, and I managed it surprisingly easily: she was already in a more sensitive state than even I had expected, and I had only put my fingers in for a few moments and was already on her second.

”Wait a minute... let me!!! ️ngh!”

She seemed to want me to slow down, to give her time to recover and continue, but that’s how this ’movement’ was: there would be no respite at all, it was an intense and continuous melody, without any pause.

”Aaammghh! Another one’s coming... Mmgh! Aahhh!!~❤️”

Splatsh! Squelch! Shhhh!

Being so intensely stimulated, she began to shake and move more erratically than when she was having an orgasm.

”Mmmnghh, yes, that’s it... uaaagghh!~💕”

Her body seemed to be struggling agitatedly, but it was more of a struggle to endure the pleasure I was giving her. Although it was intense, she was enjoying it.

Now her mouth was more honest about what she felt, and perhaps that increased her erratic and uncontrolled movements.

”That! Aaagghh! More! More!~💕”