Massage Parlor for Unsatisfied Wives in Another World

Now I understand why high-potential professions are so important.

Regardless of whether a masseuse or any other high-ranking profession is rank one, the person with the highest potential profession would be superior, as they possess powerful skills.

Well, I guess that’s something I have to keep in mind. Depending on the job, the difference can be overwhelming.

Okay, now for the important part: Iris seemed distracted for a moment when she saw me use the card, but then she looked at me again as if urging me to hurry up.

Near the bottom of Buffon’s list, although it wasn’t what I was looking for, there was a skill that I thought was more important than some of the offensive-type ones, and that was...

[’parallel thinking’]

If that was a skill that worked for me, its name was intuitive and said exactly what it was.

With what we were going to do, at least one of us would always be busy running the doppelganger, and that would take away flexibility and disrupt the running of this place, but with this, that will be alleviated.

Still, I didn’t find what I was looking for...

”Iris, use your card and see if you have a disguise, shape-shifting, or something like that.”

”Yes, honey.”

I thought my sub-profession, being what it was, would have something like that, but I didn’t find it.

I guess it has to be a higher rank, or I just don’t have those kinds of skills; masseuse didn’t have it either.

Although the probability was even lower, we had to see if berserker had it.

Iris threw her card. The window appeared: the masseuse’s were the same as mine, and the berserker’s had many attack and self-destructive ones, as the profession suggests, but none were shape-shifting, disguise, or even illusion or anything like that.

I really didn’t want to go like that, since I would have to go looking like Iris, and that’s something I don’t want.

I thought about all the possibilities I had left and remembered that among the rewards of the gashapon, among the less likely rewards, the ones that could not be compared, there was a unique ability called ”Morphogenesis” that allowed the body structure to be changed.

Getting it wasn’t easy and was highly unlikely, but I also remembered the reward that came with the Amarillys mission and...

”Honey!, we have to go down! What if Amy gets cold?”

”Okay, activate the other skill, you’re better at this than I am.”

I wanted to think more, but what she said was true: I couldn’t waste any more time.

When I was in fusion, I came to the conclusion that, in this case, instead of going as usual, it was better to use the other skill we hadn’t used: ’synchronization’.

And to complete the objective, even now I think it’s the only way. I was still hesitant to do it with a woman other than Iris, and Iris might get too excited and deviate from the plan.

Even so, we had to be both of us. We hadn’t tried the skill, but when we were in fusion, I don’t know how to explain it, but I instinctively know how some things work, even without having used them as skills, even if their explanations were vague.

”Okay, honey, get ready for synchronization. three, two, one—”

”Is it necessary to count—?”

”Zero! Ugh!”

”Ugh...”

Suddenly, a headache and tingling all over my body—different from when we fused—overwhelmed me. It was like being pricked by a thousand needles; I felt very dizzy, and for a moment everything went dark and...

..

”I’m back! Hue~! Although I never left.”

”I’m back! Hue~! Although I never left.”

”Huh!?”

”Huh!?”

It was the same feeling as the fusion: I was Iris and Astar at the same time, but Iris was still in front of me, repeating what I said.

”Is this what synchronization is!?”

”Is this what synchronization is!?”

”Hey! Stop repeating what I say!”

”Hey! Stop repeating what I say!”

Is she messing with me? No—wait—if we’re synchronized and she’s thinking like me right now, it’s not unusual for our initial thoughts to coincide. At least at first. If I think, I’ll want to break this.

”Iris!” ”Astar!”

She would too. Okay: now it’s obvious that we can’t keep repeating each other; we need to diverge. That was the first step: saying each other’s names, and now I have to focus on who I am.

”Okay, I’ll talk, right?”

”Yes, I’ll try to act as much like ourselves as possible. Honey, come on, plan!”

”Hey! This is weird. Love, what is there to plan? We’re going down—Amy is getting impatient—but as I guess, you’ll try to act as much like Iris as possible, and I’ll try to act as much like Astar as possible.”

If we can finally break this and take on a different mindset, it will be easier. I’ll try to stick as closely as possible to how I am as Astar, and she’ll stick to how Iris is.

”Yes, honey, well, it’s easy since you’re in front. Hey, but make sure you take it easy; we can’t rush cute Amy.”

”I completely agree. And if necessary, hit me!”

It was unusual for Iris to ask me to show restraint, but it’s been proven that I have more control as a woman; I really don’t know what I’ll be capable of, and I don’t want to hurt or overdo it with my beautiful Amy, who should receive love and seed, but above all love.

”Yes, I will. Your physical stats are a disaster; I can subdue you if necessary.”

”Okay, that’s fine. Let’s go.” ..

..

.

”Sorry for the wait, my beautiful Amy, but now everything is fine! Why? Because I’m here!”

”Me too, my... ahem, Miss Amy.”

”Ah!!~oh! Ah! I-I’m sorry, you were taking so long, and remembering what happened, I...”

”Don’t worry about it, Amy; it’s better this way, it’s good initiative and you’re warming up.”

’And right there, warming me up.’

As soon as we entered the room, the first thing we found was Amy practicing her newly acquired skill, known as masturbation. It was funny to see her panic and start making excuses.

That was good, I no longer had to worry about her getting cold, and in fact she was warming up for us and helping us warm up, checked by me who was already turned on just by the wonderful show she was showing me.

”So, Amy, to clarify: I brought my husband so you could become an experienced woman. Everything here is consensual, right?”

Iris was the mediator, so I just had to act, calm and collected, until it was my turn.

”Y-yes, I can do it, it’s weird, but I think I can.”

”Oh, so after all, if you find it difficult, well, let’s do it this way; imagine him as if he were your husband.”

”Imagine my husband?”

”Yes, after all, even though my husband will be like an object, something without identity that is only for you to use, it’s still uncomfortable and even a little weird, right?”

”Y-yes, a little.”

”If so, it won’t help you gain experience.”

”No?”

”Yes, because, as I said, it’s not just pleasure; it’s also an exchange of feelings. Having both of those is the key to success. That’s why it’s better to imagine it as if it were your husband. You’re not doing it with mine, you’re doing it with your husband, do you understand?”

”Y-yes... I think so.”

”This is no time for half-hearted answers, Amy. Put your heart into it, do your best! That way you can pour out your love and bring out your true potential. You have to believe it with every fiber of your being. The person in front of you is not my husband; it’s your husband whom you love, and you have to love him with all your heart. Put everything into it. Then I’ll ask you: who is he!?”

”H-... he’s my husband!”

”That’s the attitude! Okay!, now he’s your husband, who finally wants to make more babies. You can’t waste this opportunity; you must give every ounce of your love so he doesn’t leave you again. You have to make him give you his love during sex. It all starts in the mind, Amy, you must do everything with confidence and determination. So, what are you going to do with that man in front of you!?”

”Love him with all my soul! ... I will give him pleasure and make him love me.”

”Good!, as long as you think that way, you will go far! Confidence is what matters.”

Things heated up quickly under Iris’s encouragement, and she made the doubtful Amy now have flames in her eyes as she looked at me; she really looked like a beast about to pounce on me.

There was no doubt that, at that moment, in her mind, the image of her husband was superimposed on mine.

I couldn’t break the rhythm, so, thinking about what a bastard like him might say, I spoke.

”Well, ’Pinky’, it’s been a long time since we’ve done this, hasn’t it?”

”Yes!, dear husband!”

”Jee~ I see you’re very motivated. Well, it’s not bad to try something new. Like you... um, I’m generous, so you don’t need to cover your eyes. Okay, let’s see if you do something worthwhile, or I’ll have to call Stella.”

”N-no need, I’ll definitely satisfy you!”

I walked over and sat on the massage table and spoke arrogantly; I was testing her reactions, and I didn’t seem to say or act in a way that would cause dissonance in her. So, as I thought, the bastard was just as I imagined him to be.

”Okay, Amy, that’s it. Your husband is sitting there expecting nothing from an inexperienced woman like you, but when we’re done, that will have changed. Now we’ll guide you through your first steps.”

”Yes, big sister!”

”Good! Now go and take off his underwear, pull down his pants, and free his member. You have to do it calmly. See that bulge? That means he’s already erect, so you have to do it carefully.”

”Y-yes, I will.”

We went into teaching mode, and following Iris’s instructions, Amy approached me.

Obviously, I was going to teach her the depths of pleasure step by step, and we started with something basic: fellatio.