The Dark Rebirth of Pandora: Revenge of the Abyss

Chapter 602: End of the Massage

”Alright, Pandora! I don’t have a lot of massage equipment, so I’ll mostly be using my hands. If you have any oil or lotion for massages, now’s the time,” I say, getting up and giving Pandora some space as she rises from the water.

”Hmmm... one moment... I’ll just throw this milk away and—”

”No!! Wait, Pandora, don’t throw it away! I want it! Could you just use preservation magic on it?”

”...Fine, I suppose. I can get a few things. Just describe them, and I can create them with magic.” She snaps her fingers, and the bowls of milk disappear.

”I sent them to your room.”

”Perfect! What I need is a table. A table that’s your size. You’ll lie face up and face down, but the table needs to have an open space for your face and for your breasts to hang through.”

”I also need the table to be flat from your head to your waist. Then, it should open up like a Y, so your legs are spread and ready for a massage. And a stand next to it for the bowls...”

”...Like this?” She creates the exact table I imagined, and I smile at her. It’s perfect. A massage table suited for my techniques.

”Perfect. And honestly, I was about to ask you to just lie on the floor for this. It’s a good thing you can make things like this! As for the oil... you know it’s not cooking oil, right?”

”I know. Just use the fluids from my tail. That will be enough.” She says this as she climbs onto the table and lies on her stomach, her legs spread exactly in the Y shape I requested.

”Your tail?”

”Yes. My tail has a lot of fluid. Just try to extract it. It’s not just for shooting semen.” She murmurs, her face buried in the open space, and from this position, I can see her breasts hanging down.

”Hahaha, of course... could you create some bowls next to it?”

”...” At my request, dozens of bowls appear. I probably won’t even use half of them. I quickly get to work, placing one beneath her breasts to catch the milk dripping down in beads.

’Extract from the tail...’ I grab a bowl and position myself between Pandora’s legs, grasping her tail. I don’t really know how to massage a tail, so I can’t do much with this part.

”Let’s see... if something comes out of it...” I slide my hand down her tail, which is releasing a viscous fluid, until I reach the tip. Then, I press my finger against the very end.

The tip opens up like a blooming flower. I look inside, seeing the red, pulsating flesh. It’s very wet, and there’s some kind of fluid there.

’Fuck, this is as disgusting as it is exciting...’ I push a finger inside. This makes Pandora squirm on the massage table. I push my finger all the way in, feeling how incredibly soft and tight it is.

”Ghhm... Evangeline, stop that... I meant the fluid on the outside... not the inside...” Pandora clarifies, but now I’m more interested in this. Still holding the tip with one hand, my finger buried inside, I use my other hand to squeeze hard and pull.

”Giiiiih!!!” Pandora lets out a squeal as I feel a viscous liquid reach my finger. I pull my finger out and quickly put the bowl in front as a clear, viscous fluid drips from inside this beautiful ”flesh flower,” filling the bowl completely before the flower ”refuses,” closing up aggressively.

”There you go, Pandora! I’ve got the ’massage oil’ I’ll use.” Her skittish tail moves away from me as I place the bowl on the stand next to me. I dip a hand into the bowl, looking at this clear, viscous fluid, then rub it between my palms.

’No smell... perfect.’ I rub it onto my hands and first bend down, squeezing Pandora’s breasts and spreading it all over them. After all, I already massaged her breasts, so I can move on to another part.

”Evangeline... since you’re essentially the pillar of alchemy around here, this is good. I have questions about a few things.” Pandora disguises the tremor in her voice as I move behind her, once again between her legs.

”Sure, ask me anything. I’ll answer what I can remember,” I say, slapping both my hands onto her buttocks. I begin to squeeze and massage, spreading this creamy, viscous stuff over her ass with focused pressure on the muscles.

’Ugh, what a nice ass...’ I sneak a peek, pulling her cheeks apart to see her cute little asshole and pussy, completely unprotected.

”With alchemy, I created a potion that turns humans into demons. The potion uses the blood of many demons as a base to define the races. But that’s a limitation. Why is the potion limited to the races that were used as ingredients?” She asks a complicated question.

I shove two fingers into her ass, coating it with the massage liquid. I spread it deep inside, but when I pull my fingers out, a white liquid drips out.

”Pandora—”

”It’s my sister’s semen. Stop messing with my ass, you pervert.”

”S-Sorry, hahaha! As for your question, I’d say it’s probably the fault of the alchemy process not being perfect.” I press her muscles and glutes gently, soothing them as I slowly move upward.

”From my memories, there’s alchemy, and there’s Perfect Alchemy, which I used to do when I was a goddess. There are things missing from my memories, but the two have one crucial difference.” I move up to her waist, massaging near her spine, listening to Pandora moan in satisfaction.

”Normal alchemy, which everyone uses, is based on generating something in exchange for something of equivalent value. For example, if you want a potion of strength, you need to use herbs that already have an effect of amplifying strength. In other words, normal alchemy is more for refining, mixing, and amplifying the effects of something that could already do that to begin with.”

”Of course, normal alchemy has more to it, but to sum it up, the effect has many limits tied to the material. That’s why your potion has a limit on which races the drinker will turn into.” I slowly move up her spine until I reach her shoulders, where I take more of the viscous liquid and spread it generously, massaging her shoulder muscles.

”And Perfect Alchemy?” she asks with a satisfied moan.

”It no longer depends on the material. It draws from your Mana to generate an effect. So you can use anything as a catalyst and create the effect using your magic. The limitation, in that case, is how much knowledge you have, since you have to know exactly what it is you’re creating.”

”But it’s much less restrictive once it’s made, and it costs far less in materials since Mana replenishes over time.” I finish the general massage on her neck, seeing how her entire body has relaxed.

’Now comes the hardest part.’ Taking a little more of this viscous liquid, I move to Pandora’s legs, beginning to massage each toe, each muscle, each little part that’s tense.

”I think I understand. How can I use Perfect Alchemy to improve the potion?” Her questions are very direct.

”I’m not sure, because I don’t have memories of how I created Perfect Alchemy. But I know it depends on a composition of 90/10: 90% Mana and 10% material.”

”It’s probably a mix. Instead of being just alchemy, it also uses direct transmutation and material transfiguration, since I was proficient in those.” I move up Pandora’s shin, my fingers starting to ache.

Her muscles are so intense and stubborn, but I continue my good work. Besides, she’s so soft and enjoyable to squeeze.

’What a shame. This is far less exciting than milking her...’ I don’t regret doing this, but I was expecting a more sexual touch. But it’s really just a massage.

”Evangeline, you can stop.”

”Huh? But I’m not finished with your legs and arms...”

”I have to go. For the massage to be complete, you’d have to repeat the movements about three more times, right? It’s just that I’m grounded. I have to get back to my room.” Pandora sits up.

”I already feel much better, even though you didn’t do much on my legs. I appreciate the help. We can talk more later. I’ll use a lot of what I learned here. Thank you.” She sits on the table while I feel disappointed.

”If you liked it so much, then let me use the little time we have to massage your uterus.”

”?”

”...Lie on the bed on your back. Then I’ll give you a uterine massage. It’s a skill I learned from wise monks and a powerful master when I was seventeen. I swear, once you try it, the rest of the massage will feel like nothing.”

”Hahaha, alright. Let’s see then. I have ten minutes. Impress me.” She lies back down on the bed. I quickly climb on top of her, sitting with my back to her face, my body positioned just below her breasts, touching them.

”...Feel this, Pandora. The effort of hundreds of hours of practice.” I quickly raise both hands and clench them into tight fists, followed by raising both thumbs.

I lower my hands, pressing both fists above her ovaries, with both thumbs angled up toward her uterus. Then I begin to press with light force, in a wave-like motion, pushing and pulling with only my thumbs.

The concentration takes so much effort that I start to sweat as if I were running a marathon. Every movement is executed with the maximum of my abilities and talents.

I don’t even dare to blink, obsessively watching my fingers to maintain the perfect motion, with small circular rotations around. After nine minutes, I stop the movement and give a downward jolt, shaking her ovaries with controlled force.

”Phew... I’m done.” I wipe the sweat from my forehead with my hand while Pandora lies there, confused. She gets up from the table as if nothing happened.

”Evangeline, what did you do?”

”Good, right?”

”I didn’t feel anything!”

”Go on, you can head to your room. You’ll understand in ten seconds.”

”What do you mean?” I shrug as she starts walking toward the door, confusion written all over her face.

”Three... two... one... now...” Just as Pandora touches the doorknob, she falls to her knees, panting. She throws her head back, having an intense orgasm while I know her uterus is trembling with a pleasure she’s never felt before.

Pandora soaks the floor beneath her with her juices, her face hitting the door as she barely manages to hold onto the knob. I turn my back to her, raise a hand in the air, and give a thumbs-up.

”Absolute perfection!! Thank you, master, for your teachings.” I give thanks to the woman who taught me this skill, as Pandora pants like a whore at the door. She practically drags herself out, relieved and relaxed in a way she’s probably never felt before.