Massage Parlor for Unsatisfied Wives in Another World

”Who would’ve thought my cute Astan would be so naughty... though I won’t deny that this excites me, and it looks like you’re really excited down there, too, Fufufu~!”

Azalea said, as she looked at Astan lying in the center of the bed.

She could clearly feel him staring at her with a desire that was almost tangible.

She’d experienced it before, but when Astan was here, he was very different from the usually calm and kind man who did his job as a massage therapist.

In front of her was a beast—a beast that wanted to devour her, that desired her intensely—and just that thought sent a shiver down her spine, and she felt her little friend begin to tremble and get wet.

It seemed she was excited about what was about to happen, and for some reason, what had just happened excited her more than she’d expected.

”You look so beautiful, Lea.”

Astan remarked to Azalea.

A moment ago, Astan had made a request of Azalea before they began: that she wear a piece of clothing that he had—and that, ”coincidentally,” he took out of the bedroom closet.

He also asked Azalea to change right in front of him.

Azalea didn’t think twice about it; she took off her yukata—which was the only thing she was wearing—and put on what Astan gave her.

It was a sexy white lace lingerie set, but that wasn’t all: it came with a veil and a few other accessories.

It was a bridal lingerie set.

The white contrasted beautifully with Azalea’s black hair, and even though the action hadn’t started yet, the tension between them and the excitement were already building.

”Ara~! For you, my handsome Astan, to give me a compliment like that really makes me very happy...”

Azalea said that as she walked flirtatiously toward Astan.

This time, she wouldn’t make the same mistakes as before.

Before, Astan had taken complete control, and she’d simply let herself be carried along, powerless to do anything.

She wouldn’t deny that it was an unforgettable experience, but even so, her pride as a noble, as a woman, and—even more so—as someone with greater life experience, made her want to do things differently this time.

She wanted to show Astan a more mature, reliable, and captivating side of herself.

She wanted to show him a better side of herself.

With that in mind, she touched the bed, then crawled onto it, moving in a flirtatious manner.

She did it slowly, to gauge Astan’s reactions, and just as she’d expected, Astan’s burning gaze was completely fixed on her, and his desire for her was growing stronger by the moment.

She could see his large, fully erect member and could even tell it was already leaking pre-cum.

”Gulp.”

When she saw it, she couldn’t help but swallow.

She hadn’t seen it clearly before, but now she understood why she’d been so overwhelmed last time—That wasn’t something to be taken lightly, and just looking at him made her feel a tingle deep inside.

Even so, she already had a plan in mind for how things would play out—how she would captivate Astan, how she would make him think only of her, even when she wasn’t there, and finally, how she would position herself above Iris in Astan’s heart.

She would make him desire only her.

She’d also give him everything his wife couldn’t—not just in bed, but in life.

She’d provide him with all the comforts he needed so he’d no longer have to work at a massage parlor in this remote, isolated place.

That way, she’d have him all to herself.

That was Azalea’s plan, and when she thought about it, a smile spread across her face. Just the thought that she would eventually be able to do something like that got Azalea really excited.

There’s a saying that in war and love, anything goes, and Azalea, now more than ever, believed that.

If that was her happiness, anything went—even if it turned her into everything Silvia had been telling her these past few days.

”Ugh, I’m sorry, Lea, I...”

Yes, Azalea already had a plan of action in place, but she hadn’t taken the biggest variable into account... Astan.

He had been massaging Silvia for over an hour by this point.

Restraining himself while touching the seductive body of that beautiful half-elf, who aroused so many of his desires, wasn’t easy.

It was even harder because, every time he reached her feet, Silvia’s sweet, seductive moans were like the Sirens’ attempts to lure him off the ship of sanity.

And, as if that weren’t enough, the kiss that happened as soon as they walked in made him even more excited—not to mention how aroused he got when he saw Azalea changing her clothes.

The latter was his request, and he doesn’t regret it, but...

”Oh, wait, Astan, I...”

He didn’t wait for Azalea to approach or take the initiative, since, to begin with, he didn’t think there was any need to follow any kind of rule or take turns.

To hell with all that.

Azalea’s slow movements had exhausted his last ounce of patience, and before Azalea even realized it, Astan was already on top of her.

He grabbed both her hands and pressed them down onto the bed, pinning her in place.

Astan’s face was now right in front of hers, making his eyes—filled with desire—seem even clearer and causing Azalea to feel it more intensely than ever.

She could even feel his heavy breathing.

And not only that, but even though she couldn’t see very well because of the obstruction caused by her own breast but she could feel it.

She felt something warm pressing against her most intimate spot, and that sensation reached a little above her navel.

That heat, that shape... she, who had once been subjugated by that beast, knew what it was.

Azalea’s flushed face turned even redder, and her breathing began to lose its regularity as it grew heavier; both were arousing each other’s desire.

They both desired each other intensely.

”Hmmngh~ this is...”

And Astan didn’t wait—he arched his back, searching for the optimal position.

Azalea felt the large member move across her lower abdomen until, finally, she felt the tip find its way to her center.

However, the thin white lingerie prevented the contact from going any further.

Astan’s hot tip pressed against her sacred spot, and pre-cum began to seep out, while her own moisture began to soak through her sexy white lingerie.

Azalea’s thoughts had become clouded.

By this point, she was no longer focused on her plan; all her attention was on the sensations, and she closed her eyes to feel them more clearly.

Feeling that heat against her entrance made her feel a slight tingle in anticipation of what was to come.

She could feel that her little friend down there was getting wetter and wetter, and that her clit was becoming more sensitive to the touch of the fabric.

”Mgh~❤️”

At that moment, as if searching for a way to find his way in, Astan moved his hips forward, causing a slight brush and friction, but the thin, soft fabric between them prevented anything more than that.

Azalea seems to have lost her patience a little.

She, too, wanted to seal the deal; she wanted to push aside the fabric that was preventing direct contact, but Astan kept his hands pressed against hers.

But that concern didn’t last long.

Without knowing how—and perhaps because of Astan’s movement—the fabric blocking direct contact slid aside.

”Mngh~, Astan~❤️, I... ah!~”

Azalea was feeling it all—now that there was nothing stopping Astan from thrusting into her flower and reaching her depths—but he didn’t do it right away.

He kept rubbing against her entrance; his hot member was gliding over her flower and rubbing her taut, highly sensitive clit.

Slssshhh! plsshh sllrpp!

A wet, thick sound began to fill the room.

It was a sensation that made Azalea squirm a little and try to move her hips in search of more friction and sensation, but even doing so wasn’t enough.

It felt good, but she wanted more. Not being able to do so made her feel a kind of helplessness, but at the same time, for some reason, it excited her.

Little by little, contenting herself with just that limited sensation, Azalea felt herself edging toward climax.

More, yes, just a little more.

She was getting closer and closer and could feel how Astan was turning her into an even bigger mess, as more and more of his milky fluid was dripping onto her noble flower.

The sensation of her precious place being stained and even marked by Astan made her shudder; she couldn’t explain what she was feeling.

”Call me husband.”

”Ah!~”

It was at that moment—when Azalea was caught up in that sensation and her entire focus was on that spot—that she was startled by a devilish whisper in her ear.

That finally made her open her eyes.

There was Astan, who, after whispering to her, sat up again.

The movement of her hips had also stopped. Azalea tried to move her hips in search of more of that friction, but Astan wouldn’t let her.

She saw a smile form on his face that sent a shiver down her spine.

She understood: she had to comply with Astan’s request or they wouldn’t continue, but she was a little reluctant to do so.

After all, she didn’t have very fond memories of that term, but, driven by the desire to move forward quickly, she found the perfect alternative and...

”hubby~ I want you to—”

Azalea couldn’t even finish saying what she wanted because the very next moment, Astan—who had already gotten what he wanted—made an aggressive thrust of his hips and, as if he were already aware of the correct angle and movement, penetrated Azalea with such pressure and vigor that it cut off all of her thoughts.

”Aaahh! Wait a... aaahhh~💕!”

Azalea was taken completely by surprise and only reacted when Astan struck the door to her womb.

She squirmed and, unconsciously, tried to pull away, but Astan was so deep inside her that this only created more movement—and thus more friction.

Squelch! Shhhh!

Quickly turning the interior into chaos.

And, as if that weren’t enough, just as she was still coming to terms with this sudden intrusion, Astan initiated an intense kiss.

”Mwaahhh... Mmmpff!~..... Chuup!💞”

All the sensations had escalated to their peak in an instant, and she could barely keep up.

Her mind and body were starting to fall apart, and they were only just getting started.

Once again, Azalea felt that what had happened a few days ago might happen again, and she wouldn’t be able to maintain the control she’d hoped for, but...

Was there anything wrong with that?

That was the thought that dominated her mind as Astan began thrusting into her without any consideration or mercy.

This was once again the beginning of her descent into the complete loss of any self-control.And she would be plunged into the deepest depths of pleasure and depravity.

And she... was fine with that...

..

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