Earth's SSS Pornstar to SSS Combat God in Another World-Chapter 63: Caught Unaware by Earth’s Pleasures (R-18)

Lena returned a moment later with a fine guest robe draped over her arms and refreshments prepared with surprising care.

Joji had already warned her to be careful around the Lady of the Swamp. Schemes were useless against someone who could peel open a mind, so Lena did what clever servants and clever performers alike knew how to do.

She smiled, entertained, and kept her thoughts stripped down to the task at hand. No plotting. No idle wandering. Only the work before her. The witch seemed to notice and appeared quietly pleased by the little maid’s diligence.

Joji, meanwhile, found himself troubled by a discovery of his own. A memory had stirred from the body he now wore, something that did not belong to him and yet lived inside him all the same.

When the original Joji had still been young, he had once glimpsed Duchess Rosalind in a private moment he never should have seen.

Not wanting to indulge anything improper, and determined to remain a man of integrity, Joji forced the thought aside and turned his mind back to Daisy.

Even so, he felt the split within him, between the awkward remnants buried in this body and the steadier self he had carried from another life.

To master the heat rising in him, he began to stretch and draw slow, measured breaths.

Joji let his gaze linger on Duchess Rosalind once again. He felt that a form like hers was wasted in a solitary life.

Her frame was lean and honed by effort. The soft texture of her skin did not hide the muscle beneath.

Duchess Rosalind had perfect breasts. They were shaped well and rounded. She only needed to pose to be a cover girl.

The buttocks of the duchess were not immense, but they possessed a firm attitude that exuded strength.

Pair those features with a domineering and nonchalant gaze. All of it was fitted into near perfect proportions.

You had the look of a Miss Universe finalist staring straight at you from across the room.

Joji did not gawk, but looked to where Lena sat. The wench gave him a specific hand gesture.

An honest observer might say the gesture looked like rock and roll.

To Joji and Lena, it was their signal to finger.

Joji wanted to shake his head in disapproval. Lena insisted and signaled the same thing to him again and again.

She only stopped when the witch returned after relieving herself from drinking too much refreshment.

That behavior told Joji that Lena was confident with her read of the situation.

Joji remembered the times Lena had read a woman with perfect accuracy.

Joji remembered his pillow talks with Daisy. She had insisted that there was no such thing as self pleasure.

She claimed that any such act was merely a medical cure for a wandering mind.

People worked to find their fit in the World of Jobs. They worked to live longer. They did not waste time on the secrets of the flesh.

Joji began the massage with a slow and steady pressure.

Duchess Rosalind shivered at the first point of contact. She let out one hard breath that echoed in the quiet room.

The warmth of the oil and the firm grip of Joji’s fingers were entirely foreign to her.

She felt a spark of something she could not name. The touch of a man was a forgotten memory to the duchess. Her skin flared with a sudden and unwelcome heat.

It had been a long time since anyone had touched her, and she was no longer used to such closeness.

"Relax, Duchess. I can’t continue if you keep tensing up," Joji reminded her.

Duchess Rosalind closed her eyes and tried to imagine she was settling into arcane meditation.

Her shoulders were stiff beneath his hands, knotted tight from years of strain.

Joji found the worst of it and worked the spot until the tension slowly began to loosen.

"That feels very good, Joji. Keep going," the duchess said, her tone turning almost commanding out of old habit.

Joji did not hurry or change his pace. Looking at her now, he could only think that even at rest, she carried herself like a battlefield commander.

Duchess Rosalind did not leak any love juices. She did not offer a moan or a peep.

She offered only the sharp instructions of a woman used to being obeyed.

She told him where to press and where to linger with clinical precision.

After an hour, the armor of her muscles had finally softened.

This was the moment to bridge the gap between servant and confidant. He jumped the gun without hesitation.

"Duchess, please lie down on your back," Joji requested.

The duchess obeyed the command to turn over. She laid herself bare with a nonchalant grace. Joji began to work the oil into her chest.

He alternated between the muscles of her arms and the rounded weight of her breasts. Her flesh was dense and lacked the pillowy softness of other women.

He compared them to fresh sourdoughs in his mind.

He then targeted the nipples with a deliberate rhythm. The reaction was immediate and biological.

The skin tightened, and the nipples became swollen and hard. They erected themselves as if someone felt a small finger pointing up from inside her chest.

Rosalind took a sharp breath but she did not tell him to stop.

"Joji, this one is kind of ticklish and makes me tingly. Is that normal?" the duchess asked. The Duchess looked at Joji with eyes that had lost their steel. She wondered if her body was acting as it should.

Joji offered a silent nod of reassurance. He felt the pull of her firm breasts and the liught tan circles of her nipples.

He resisted the urge to taste her. He limited his work to sharp and deliberate pinches. He observed her as she struggled to keep her voice steady.

He watched Duchess Rosalind recompose herself again and again.

The Duchess was fighting to stop her lips from releasing anything disgraceful. She did not want to lose her noble poise.

A quarter hour later, Joji saw a small trickle between her legs. It was time for the main course. The physical evidence of her arousal was undeniable.

"Duchess, I will now be proceeding to the final procedure of the massage. This will fully relax your muscle, but it will involve your private area, so please do not move around," Joji gave the warning with a grave expression.

This was the first time Duchess Rosalind had heard of such a treatment. She looked at Joji’s face and saw only seriousness.

She believed there was nothing wrong with his request.

"What do you need me to do?" Duchess Rosalind asked with a calm voice.

"If you feel something trying to come out, just let it out," Joji said. "If you have to pee, then let it."

"I may soil myself? Why is that?" Duchess Rosalind asked with genuine curiosity.

"That means your stomach area here has relaxed," Joji said as his finger circled her abdomen.

Duchess Rosalind accepted the terms of the massage with a final nod of her head.

Daisy felt a strange unrest stir within her chest. Joji had done this for her before.

Now, her mother was about to submit to those same hands.

The thought made her feel deeply torn.

If this were a sister, then she would be happy to share him. Joji was too strong to handle by herself anyway.

But this was her mother. Such a relationship would be a scandal for a noble house.

Still, she felt bad in her heart. She feared she would never be able to taste a man like him in this lifetime. 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

The Lady of the Swamp noticed the difference at once. She questioned why her own treatment had been different. Joji spoke with a calm authority.

He told her that her body was delicate and soft. He claimed the duchess had a frame built for combat. He argued that different bodies required different methods.

Joji felt the pressure of the lie. He hoped his storytelling would hold up under the gaze of a witch.

Lena remained silent. She remembered her past life on Earth.

She had always been drawn to both men and women.

The duchess was exactly what she craved.

She wanted to see the noble woman break. She wanted to see the pride wash away in a wave of release.

Joji started by caressing the lips of her vaginal opening with a slow and steady rhythm.

The duchess opened her legs wide to allow him better access.

"Go faster and harder."

Joji used the natural moisture of her body to slide his fingers inside. He searched for the specific textures and muscles that would react to his touch.

He watched her athletic frame for the smallest movement. The duchess fought to keep her breathing steady. She did not want to lose her dignity.

Joji finally caught the reaction he wanted.

He saw a fast curling of her toes.

Joji pressed the area again but he felt the technique was wrong.

He adjusted his grip and inserted his middle and index fingers together in her pussy.

He pulled and twisted the clitoris with a firm and steady motion. Joji then began to channel his aura through his hand.

He made his fingers vibrate with a supernatural speed.

The Duchess let out a long and heavy moan of delight.

He followed what Joji had said to the tee. She did not try to hold back the sound anymore.

The vibration reached deep into her core.

"Something’s coming out."

The Duchess arched her body up in a final and desperate movement. She grabbed the sheets as her vaginal muscles pulled Joji’s fingers in hard.

Joji pinned her by the abdomen to keep her grounded. The duchess let herself go and felt the warmth of her bladder release between her legs.

Joji came with a more aggressive rhythm. The juices of the duchess foamed at the lips of her pussy from the friction and the heat.

She grabbed Joji’s forearm and watched his hands with an intense focus.

Duchess Rosalind spasmed in a series of a dozen contractions. When the movement stopped, she finally relaxed.

"I really feel like you fixed something in me. Amazing."

The duchess offered her praise with a genuine smile. She felt lighter than she had in years.

Rosalind drew a slow breath and gathered herself.

"I feel as though I could have released more." The duchess said the words while she was still gathering herself. "I should drink more water next time. Joji, what would a treatment like this even cost?"

Lena and Joji shared a brief glance.

Hook, line, and sinker.

At once, Joji put on the look of a man quietly wounded.

"So that is what you think of me?" he asked. "That I learned all this only so you might repay me in gold? Is coin all this family knows how to offer? Where is the affection in that? Where is the bond of kin?"

He lowered his eyes, then spoke with deliberate sincerity.

"Duchess, I eat your food, sleep beneath your roof, and stand beside your daughter. To me, that is already generosity enough. Let me repay at least a small part of it with these hands."

The duchess softened. She had always believed Joji possessed goodness in him. Now she was seeing it plainly.

"Very well," she said at last. "I will yield on that matter for now."

In truth, Rosalind knew that if she pressed too hard, Joji might retreat behind the old walls she had come to despise.

She was not willing to lose sight of this version of him now that it stood before her so clearly. This was the man she had wanted him to become.

One who took initiative. One who cared for her daughter properly. One who stood by the worth of his own words.

Then, while fastening her clothes, Rosalind glanced toward Daisy.

"Daisy, why have you not been receiving any of this treatment?" the duchess asked.

Daisy froze where she stood. She remembered the state of her own pussy. It was a gaping mess from her time under Joji’s large girth.

Daisy knew that if the duchess saw her now, then there would be an issue. Duchess Rosalind would think Joji was turning her daughter into a dirty whore.