"Mmmmmm!"

He progressed to her thighs, outer first, kneading the hamstrings with deep, rolling pressure. Oil slicked her skin, making it shine.

As he reached the inner thighs, Roy activated the technique’s darker side. He closed his eyes briefly, sensing the chaotic energy flows inside her body.

Hot spots pulsed in his vision. There were plenty of nerves clustered just inches from her pussy.

His fingers grazed near there, just around her inner thighs, light as feathers at first, then pressing with intent. Mana sparked in his hands, a teasing vibration that hummed against her most sensitive parts.

Irene’s reaction was immediate.

Her thighs quivered, and she spread her legs wider involuntarily. "Ahhhh!’ The moan tore from her throat, loud and raw, echoing in the quiet room.

Her body jerked up violently, and her ass lifted off the table slightly as pleasure stabbed deep. Under the towel, her pussy lips quivered, and juices slowly welled up, soaking her folds slightly.

Penelope’s eyes went wide, the blue depths flashing with disbelief.

She stepped back a half-pace with her mouth agape. "What did you just—" But words failed as Irene writhed and her hips bucked subtly.

Roy smirked, his confidence surging as he saw that his touches were working nicely. Boldness flooded him as he thought—why hold back now?

His hand slipped past the white towel’s edge, right where it ended after the curve of her ass. The fabric lifted as his fingers cupped one full cheek in his hand. The flesh felt warm and impossibly soft in his palm.

’Wow... So soft and squishy. So this is what touching a woman’s parts feels like!’

He squeezed lightly, his thumb digging into the soft globe. At the same moment, he channeled a trickle of mana. It was electric and jolting, like a spark from deep within.

Irene’s ass was a hotspot, the nerves fired wildly under the sensual touch.

The grope, combined with the mana shock, hit her like a bolt of lightning. Her pussy clenched viciously, the walls spasming as an orgasm crashed over her.

"Oh god!" She moaned deeply, in a guttural and broken voice. Her hands gripped the table edges, and her nails scraped the leather.

Her head snapped up, neck arching back, and dark hair whipping.

Her whole body convulsed, while her thighs clamped around his hand briefly before spreading wide.

Of course, the towel rode up quite conveniently, giving Roy a lovely view of her pink pussy. The luscious folds twitched rhythmically, as if yearning for something to come and fill them up.

"Fuuuuck!"

Cum began to gush from her pussy, the translucent liquid squirting in hot spurts. It splashed onto Roy’s hand and puddled between her thighs, soaking the towel and dripping onto the table. 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

"!!!" Roy was shocked. "What the fuck!?" Wasn’t her reaction a bit... Much?

"Nggg~! Coming~ohhhhh~!..."

Squirt! Squirt! Squirt!

The sound was obscene in the silence: wet splatters, trickles running down the side in rivulets, before pooling on the floor with audible plops.

She rode the waves, her hips grinding forward and backward against nothing. Her pussy fluttered empty but drenched.

The aftershocks rippled through her, and her ass cheeks clenched under Roy’s hand. Fluids leaked steadily, the musky scent filling the air, and mixing with the lavender.

’What!?’

Penelope stood frozen, staring at the puddle. Her mind struggled to keep up and come to terms with what she had just seen.

The shine of Irene’s fluids caught the light. It spread wider as Irene panted, and her body went limp as she was still trembling.

Realization dawned on Penelope—Irene had cum from a massage. From this pervert’s hands. Rage ignited in her chest, and her cheeks flushed crimson.

"You filthy animal! What the hell was that?" She lunged forward, grabbing Roy’s arm in a vise grip. "Out! Get out now! You’re done here!"

Roy’s smirk faded, dismay twisting his gut.

He pulled his hand free, his fingers still glistening from the oil and juices. "Wait, I—" But Penelope yanked him toward the curtain, shoving him hard.

He stumbled through, door slamming behind him. His heart sank, and he leaned against the wall outside. Maybe he had gone too far. Way too far.

The boldness that felt electric moments ago now soured into regret. Had he blown his chance? The technique was profound, but pervy uses clearly crossed lines here.

The air felt colder now.

Footsteps approached—the beautiful receptionist from earlier had come to check up on him.

"Hey, how’d it go in there?" Vivian asked, tilting her head. "Did the madam hire you? You look... a bit rattled."

Roy stayed quiet, lips pressed thin. His cheeks burned hot.

How could he tell her that he got chased out like a dog? He shrugged, mumbling, "I guess the Interview’s ongoing."

Liar.

He slouched against the wall with his arms crossed.

"Well, good luck." Vivian took his words as the truth without a second thought. She shrugged and left.

He had wasted it all. That bold move had backfired spectacularly.

Inside the office, Penelope whirled back to the table, her chest heaving. Irene lay spent, her face buried in her arms, and her body glistening with sweat and oil.

The puddle had spread even more.

"Irene! What the fuck was that?" Penelope demanded an explanation. Her voice was a mix of shock and fury.

She grabbed a cloth, tossing it over the mess to somewhat cover it up, but the sweet scent still lingered in the room.

Irene lifted her head slowly, cheeks flushed deep red, green eyes shy and averted.

She bit her lip, squeezing her thighs together as the aftershocks of her orgasm tingled in her pussy. Embarrassment flooded her, but so did the memory of those electric hands.

"I’m... sorry, Madam," she whispered, voice trembling. "I didn’t mean to... react like that. But his hands... they felt too good. Like he knew every spot inside me. I couldn’t hold back." She admitted awkwardly.

The wet towel stuck wetly to her skin, and her pussy still leaked faintly even now. Irene was embarrassed, but her heart refused to calm down.

She wanted to feel more of those touches.

’Why do I feel like this?’

She wanted more. It didn’t matter to her that she had reacted like some sort of inexperienced virgin who had never been touched before, even though she wasn’t. She just wanted to be touched more by him!

Penelope paced around with her hands on her hips. Shock and anger warred with her intrigue.

Despite the fact that she had accused Roy of being a pervert and chased him away, she had been watching him like a hawk the whole time.

And though he had touched her inappropriately at the end, Irene’s reaction at the end was only due to the buildup of his touches throughout the session.

She had never seen anyone make someone orgasm just from their touch alone. Ever. But still, the fact that she didn’t want to come to terms with was what he had done at the end.

She seemed to be trying to justify everything with just that, and maybe she was just trying to use it to mask her own arousal, because, unknowingly, her little cave was also feeling a bit excited from watching that experience.