Earth's SSS Pornstar to SSS Combat God in Another World-Chapter 62: The Second Massage Session

All of them sat at the dining table.

Joji found himself wedged against the Lady of the Swamp’s immense breasts, and across from them Duchess Rosalind sat in the host’s seat with a vein throbbing at her temple.

Daisy looked downcast, one hand clasping Joji’s beneath the table as though afraid he might slip away if she let go.

Lena, meanwhile, had already grown absurdly fond of her new pair of knockers and kept fondling them with shameless delight, clearly enjoying every jiggle.

"So, Joji," Duchess Rosalind asked, her voice cool and edged, "what exactly is this relationship you have with the witch?"

"No one needed to ask him anything. I decided all this on my own," the Lady of the Swamp said, sounding almost proud of it.

"Mother, I don’t want Joji to go. I want to stay with him," Daisy said, her voice soft with pleading.

"Do not worry," the Lady of the Swamp replied easily. "I’ll share him with you."

Joji, bald and increasingly overwhelmed, found himself thinking of some old tale from Earth, of a man in the desert offered the whole world by the devil.

Just now, with the Lady of the Swamp pressed against his arm, he felt rather as though that world had curled itself around him.

Worse still, she smelled maddeningly good, enough that he had to make a conscious effort not to draw too deep a breath.

Then the Lady of the Swamp glanced toward Rosalind and smiled, sly and knowing.

"You have that same bottled-up feeling I once had," she whispered, so softly it was almost inaudible.

Rosalind’s gaze sharpened at once.

"And what exactly do you mean by that, Lady of the Swamp?" the duchess asked.

"Oh, you already know," the Lady of the Swamp said.

Though she had never taken a husband and had little to do with men, she still seemed to know exactly how to tend one.

She cut Joji’s steak into neat portions and fed him with her own hand.

Joji chewed in silence, acutely aware of every eye upon him.

"Daisy, eat," he said at last. "Do not let her stall you. The meat is getting cold."

At once, the Lady of the Swamp took up her cutlery and began slicing Daisy’s steak as well.

"Come now," she said, holding out a bite. "Open wide."

Daisy ate, but her attention was elsewhere. Again and again, her eyes drifted to the witch’s great breasts, then to her mother, then back to herself.

In that moment Daisy could not help but feel she had fallen short in this one place.

"Would you like larger breasts as well?" the Lady of the Swamp asked lightly. "I can give them to you."

Daisy looked at Joji at once. He shook his head.

"That is your choice," Joji said smoothly. "But I like you exactly as you are."

The knights standing by repeated his words like scripture, murmuring them under their breath as though they had just heard some holy truth.

In this age, the King of Vicario had three wives, all of them beautiful beyond argument.

But Joji had an heiress, a witch, and a maid, and none of it had been forced.

What was a man supposed to call that? A king’s aura? Some natural pull upon women?

After the meal, Joji led the witch to his room.

The Lady of the Swamp was so at ease there that she immediately lay down as though she had slept in that bed all her life.

"Let’s do the second session," she said.

Joji began stretching his arms and shoulders. Daisy and Lena took seats nearby.

Even the duchess had been called in. At first Rosalind had refused.

She feared that witnessing something so intimate involving Joji might put strain upon the bond between herself and her daughter.

Then the Lady of the Swamp had leaned close and whispered in her ear.

"Get your head out of the gutter. I am not going to make you do anything like that."

That had relieved the duchess somewhat. She knew well enough she was no match for this witch, so in the end she agreed and came.

Now they all watched.

"Observe Joji’s divine hands," the witch said.

For a fleeting moment, Joji felt as though he were an adult actor again, back in that old life, only this time the audience was live and the world itself had changed.

The Lady of the Swamp lay flat upon her stomach, wholly unconcerned that her great breasts had spread against the bed for all to see.

This time she had removed every last piece of clothing. Joji poured oil into his palms and began with long, sweeping strokes, working upward from the small of her back to her shoulders.

At once, the witch’s foot straightened, and pleasure made her eyes cross.

"Right there," she murmured.

Joji moved to her arms next, using long, firm strokes from shoulder to wrist. After that he worked over her thighs and calves, pressing upward toward the heart with steady hands and measured pressure.

He kept his mind fixed on the task. Even so, from where he stood, he could see the first signs of her arousal already dampening the newly changed sheets.

The duchess felt deeply uncomfortable at the sight.

To her, this bordered upon the immoral, and yet she could not deny the curiosity stirring beneath her discomfort.

She watched the witch’s face, the way the tension left her little by little, and found herself wondering whether there truly was some method in this beyond mere indulgence.

At last she turned to Daisy.

"Has Joji ever done that for you before?" Rosalind asked.

Daisy shook her head at once, though the flush rising in her cheeks betrayed more than she would ever dare say aloud.

Soft massage was not what she craved. She wanted the kind of pleasure that left her mind melted to mush, and there was no world in which she would confess that to her mother.

Lena then raised a hand, and the duchess gave her leave to speak.

"This is a medical process, Duchess," Lena said. "It may look intimate, but only a select few can execute it properly."

Then she sighed and looked at Joji with grave seriousness, though in truth another scheme was already taking shape in her mind.

She wanted Joji and the duchess closer than they were, and so she pressed on.

"Duchess, it may be presumptuous of me, but look at Joji’s body. He is not aroused by this. No flush in the face, no ragged breath. It is all professional. The work of a doctor, really."

Rosalind had not needed to hear the obvious. She already knew Joji was not some mindless lecher.

Still, Lena’s words did sharpen her curiosity about the treatment itself.

"Since you seem knowledgeable about this, Lena, do you know the effects of such a procedure?" the duchess asked.

Hook, line, and sinker.

Back on Earth, many had compared Lena and Joji, though she had never received the title Joji had earned there, Everyman.

Even so, she had played nearly every role the adult industry could invent.

Student, nurse, noblewoman, even a space cadet battling tentacle monsters in low-budget nonsense made to sell a fantasy.

So Lena began spinning out a polished little lecture on the benefits of massage, weaving truth and embellishment together so smoothly that the line between them all but vanished.

She spoke of improved blood flow, loosened joints, eased tension, and a body made more supple through proper care, then climbed into bolder claims about sharper magical casting and deeper meditation.

At the end, she even demonstrated two distinct energies, mana and aura, enough to leave the duchess visibly taken aback.

Then Lena leaned in and drove the last nail with deliberate care.

"Duchess, Joji always said you were the best woman in the world," she murmured in a low voice.

She lowered her eyes, letting sadness touch her face.

"He studied these restorative arts for your sake as well. But he always said he was still lacking, so he never revealed this second job to anyone but the two of us."

"Imagine that, he couldn’t even confide about his own dilemma," Lena said with an exaggerated sigh.

Duchess Rosalind truly felt she had neglected both Joji and Daisy beneath the weight of her work.

What was more, her coming promotion to Rank-7 Archmage had only added to the strain.

It was one burden after another. She sighed, then gave a small nod to herself.

"Alright, I’ll give it a try," the duchess murmured in a low voice, still half uncertain.

Daisy tried to listen, but Lena’s hand subtly kept her at bay.

Joji felt a tickle upon his nose from the scandalous tales flowing from the mouth of Lena.

Verily, Lena remained a reliable friend, for through her efforts he had secured a multitude of dates back on Earth.

Cast aside, Daisy gazed upon the countenance of the woman she had taken for a goddess and recalled her own reflection in the mirror.

She chuckled softly and thought that all were equal once pleasure came.

Faces might differ, yet all grace had fled the witch’s visage.

Then Daisy looked at Joji, believing he had done all this solely for her sake, to make her understand that, in the end, all were alike, and for that she was grateful.

Once the massage reached its conclusion, Joji commenced the full body chiropractic adjustment.

Joji then jerked the neck of the witch and it popped with a thunderous crack.

Daisy and Rosalind suddenly bolted upright and drew near.

When they saw that she was unharmed, despite the snot dripping from her nose, her eyes crossed and her grin gone crooked from pleasure, they merely let out a breath.

They remained curious as to what might follow.

Upon this occasion, the witch felt only a grand relief and she did not piss upon the linens as she had done previously.

She stood up entirely unclothed with the fluids of her passion spilling down her legs but she gave it no mind.

Lena then shouted.

"Joji, don’t just stand there pretending not to see her," she said, turning on him with sudden force. "If you truly care, then treat the duchess too."

The duchess, on the verge of refusing and suddenly feeling so unsightly, felt as though she had been cast into a searing pan.

However, Lena began to assist the duchess in her undressing.

Her hands moved with great haste as this was her sworn duty.

Duchess Rosalind covered herself and reminded herself that this man was merely the child of a comrade.

What was more, this was a medical procedure as Lena explained.

Thus, she maintained a brave countenance. 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

Lena, who held the scheme in readiness, pulled away the old linens and replaced them with fresh sheets devoid of the scent of the witch.

"Joji," Lena said, almost scolding now, "Do not waste those gifted hands."

The Lady of the Swamp even gently pulled her down the sheets.

"Relax, she wouldn’t do anything wrong to you," the witch assured.