Massage Parlor for Unsatisfied Wives in Another World

And I haven’t forgotten the mission. I realized that a major obstacle, besides being a woman, is her lack of knowledge and reasoning. If I don’t teach her, then I’ll never be able to increase that percentage because of her limited ability to decide and understand the situation.

”But you know, even though it hurt... didn’t you also feel some kind of deeper tingling? A kind of chill?”

”Hmm, yes, it’s strange.... Ah! But why are you doing this? If you don’t tell me, we won’t continue”.

”good, my beautiful Amy. Always ask questions if you don’t understand something. Never let others do whatever they want with you... Okay, this big sister will explain it to you.”

Yes, the more I understand her, the more I realize that she’s more innocent than Silly . Well, she is a little Silly , but not to the extreme.

I guess, as someone from an elite family, they had little patience teaching her, or never used the right methods for her, and everyone had given up and just used her as they pleased without teaching her many basic things, because those things were unnecessary for a tool.

”Look, the reason masturbation is important is that when you do it, you release pheromones. Pheromones that strongly attract males. So, if you learn how to do it and practice it every morning, you’ll have those pheromones in you.”

”Really?!”

I’m not talking nonsense, even in my world there was debate about whether humans released those pheromones either in sweat or in other ways.

I had also done a little research myself when I was trying to understand why women were attracted to married men or men in relationships with other women.

And I found a short article that said it was because they were sexually active and released those pheromones. It wasn’t proven, but I found it curious.

Being sexually active and masturbating may not be the same thing, but those are minor details.

Not to mention that she is half beast, and this could really affect her. So my conscience is clear: I’m not lying to her.

”Yes, once you successfully masturbate, you will start releasing those pheromones that will attract males like crazy. Okay, I gave you my explanation, so what do you have to do?”

”Well... I understand what you’re saying, and yes, you can continue. I have to learn how to do it.”

”That’s right, my pretty Amy. That’s how it should be. Now, every time you feel something, you express it as best you can, understand? Oh, and call me big sister whenever you can.”

”Yes, big sister.”

”Good, that’s what I like to hear.”

I finally stopped playing with her cute nipples and positioned myself behind her. I wrapped my arms around her neck until I reached her large breasts; my hands opened and I tried to hold as much as I could.

”Ah, I feel your hands... hmmg~ I feel a little pressure, mmn... I also feel a little heat, your hands are warm.”

”Yes, that’s right. Now start massaging and stimulating yourself more and more intensely. If you start to feel any tingling near your belly button or lower, you have to describe it to me too.”

”Yes, big sister.”

I slowly began to move my hands. Truthfully, being Iris, my hands couldn’t cover her large bust, and even if I had Astar’s hands, I still couldn’t.

It was a real delight to touch: their softness, elasticity, and the ease with which my fingers sank into them was something I loved.

”It feels weird, mn... the heat is increasing, hmm~ big sister, I feel something strange on the tip.”

”Oh, of course. These little rascals here get hard when they start to feel good, and with another little pinch they could...”

”Ah!! Big sister, that... mmmn, it feels... it doesn’t hurt, but I’m so sorry.”

”What a good description, indeed, my pretty Amy. You’re starting to become more and more sensitive. Tell me, even though I pinched you, it felt good, right? It’s a pleasant pain.”

I began to speak softly and gently into her cat-like ears, which I would later caress to my heart’s content. They moved beautifully and seemed to express what she was feeling.

”Yes, big sister... it felt... hmm, I felt something running through my body, up my back, mmnh~ like when I was a child and a teacher cast lightning magic on me, but this feels... mmmhg~ good.”

Who was that son of a bitch? I’ll remember this, how dare he?!

I swore revenge, but on the other hand, she was certainly numb: even with my massage, she was having normal reactions to stimuli, when they should have been more intense.

That meant her body was more numb than I could even imagine. Her case really escapes my understanding.

Twenty years without doing it? That’s crazy... wait, I lost my virginity at twenty... twenty years after doing it? That’s crazy.

That’s why I had to make sure to do my best to stimulate her and give her a rewarding experience, so she could discover the pleasure of being a woman.

I squeezed and moved her chest with increasing intensity, and from time to time I pressed her sensitive nipples, which were very tense and becoming more and more sensitive.

”Do you hear that, Amy?”

”Hmmgh~ Huh? What?”

”Your heart. Listen to it. Listen to how it’s slowly speeding up, feel how the heat is increasing... it’s not just my hands, you yourself are getting hot, can you feel it?”

”Yes, it’s strange... I’m not exercising, yet, haah~ I... ah! Big sister, you pinched me again...”

”Hehe~ it’s just that my cute Amy’s reactions are cuter than I expected. Can you forgive this big sister for teasing you a little?”

So, slowly, as I kneaded, rubbed, and played with her chest with great delight, she began to warm up.

Her skin began to redden, her heartbeat became more noticeable, and her moans became sweeter as her breathing became heavier.

”Haah~ I don’t care, mmgh! It feels good... haah... big sister, I feel the heat coming down, and something down there is tickling like you said.”

”Oh, you’re very good at explaining it. Yes, that’s it, that means you really started to feel better and better.”

Saying that, I stretched one of my hands even further down to her abdomen, where my fingers playfully passed by pretending to be little legs walking happily on her belly.

If the tickling had subsided and started to build up down below, without touching, it meant that everything was going correctly.

”Big sister... if you touch there, I feel the tickling increase... it feels... hmm... weird.”

”Yes, that ’weird’ is pleasure. A pleasure that will make you feel better and better.”

System, increase the power of the hydromassage and gradually increase the power of those coming from below, mainly those just below her waist.

[Request fulfilled]

The good thing was that I also learned that the system, in addition to giving me information, was like an assistant to the establishment: I could also ask it to perform functions such as cleaning and facility management.

I could even ask it to buy things from the store just by asking. As it said: as long as it is within its capabilities, it will do so.

”Ah~ big sister, the water suddenly... mmmngh~!”

”Yes, we’re entering the second part. You know, the basic purpose of masturbation is to reach something known as climax. That’s where I’ll take you. You’re ready, right?”

”Yes, big sister... I’ll do my best.”

”You don’t need to do anything, huehuehue...”

I bought and activated the whirlpool with an obvious ulterior motive: to stimulate her. I couldn’t go there blatantly yet; I was still teaching her about boundaries and had to develop the sensitivity of her breasts.

”Ah, big sister... hmm, you’re being... mmmgh! It feels so good... aahhh, I feel something hot, it’s getting stronger... I feel like I want something...”

At that moment, I moved my hand back up and began to knead her breasts more forcefully and aggressively, squeezing them, stretching them, pinching her nipples, and even pulling them.

She began to fidget more and more, moving as if she didn’t know what to do, and even though she was a MILF, I had to guide her as usual.

”Yes, Amy, what you’re looking for is more pleasure. You want me to give you more pleasure, more and more intense! Feel it, feel better every moment... if you want more, just ask for it.”

”More, big sister... harder! I feel something... something down there... I feel something strange... the water is also touching me down there... I feel it tickling.”

She was breathing more heavily; her words came out with increasing difficulty, and her legs began to shake, making instinctive movements as if she wanted to stimulate herself.

I watched with great interest as, even though she didn’t know anything, her hands tentatively reached out and moved toward her precious place.

The stimulation of the water was constant, but it was not enough; neither was the stimulation of her breasts. Not knowing what to do awakened in her the basic instinct: to seek pleasure for herself.

The water had already shown her where it was; now it was up to her.

”You know, an orgasm is truly a reward. Just feeling it gives you fulfillment, makes everything okay, and makes you forget the bad stuff.”

”Hmm... wait, that sounds like something else... well, it’s not that far off... what does it matter.”

”Big sister... down there, I can’t take it anymore... I feel like... mngk!... something weird... hmmg!... big sister, please...”

”Oh, my sweet Amy, you’re clearly feeling it. This is pleasure. But remember what I told you: this is part of your lesson. You can use your own fingers, Amy. Just do what you want to do, you’re in control.”

To begin with, even though she was asking me, her hands were already dangerously close to the area in question.

She was asking for it, yes, but this is a step-by-step process: how could I say I was teaching her about masturbation if she didn’t know how to do it on her own?

”I... I’ll do it... nhg!... ~❤️!... ah!... this is...”

Under my encouragement, she covered the little distance that remained, and although I couldn’t see it because she was underwater, I felt her tremble as she did so.

She had a big shiver and tensed up so much that I, who was behind her, almost got a headbutt. Luckily, my reflexes were good and I dodged it.

At that moment, as if she felt relief, I saw her expression become a little careless, and as she looked at the ceiling, there were no longer traces of innocence on her face, but pure lust and satisfaction.

She hadn’t had her orgasm yet, but she was definitely feeling a taste of what it would be like.

I approached her again and, whispering in her pretty ears, I planned to continue instructing her, as the intense part was yet to come.