Chapter 249

249th Episode: The Elves of Albrheim 249 ? The Fairies of Albrheim #9

I’ve never been very sociable.

In front of girls my age—aside from my younger sister or mother—I would stiffen up completely, my mind would go blank, and incoherent babbling would uncontrollably spout from my mouth.

Girls who approached me out of curiosity about my height or build would quickly lose interest after exchanging just a few words and turn their backs on me.

Probably because I lacked conversational skills.

“Son, you’ve gone to college, but you don’t have a girlfriend?”

“No.”

“Well, your mom delivered you just fine. Other people’s sons bring their girlfriends home to eat with their moms. Can’t you bring one here? Your mom will buy steak for lunch if you do.”

“No, I really don’t have one.”

“No, why not? You look like your father in this respect—stammering around girls, don’t you?”

“No, it’s not because of that. The problem is with him. He didn’t stutter this way when he was his age; plenty of girls liked him.”

“Then why didn’t you act on it?”

“No, no, that’s not what I’m saying.”

When the discussion escalated into whether my shyness resembled either of my parents, my mom and dad occasionally got into arguments.

Anyway, my timid nature was so pronounced that even my parents were at a loss, leaving me without a solution.

But when I think about the first time I touched a woman’s leg, I still feel my heart racing as vividly as that day.

Elpride, who preferred to wear short dolphin shorts in her personal quarters or at the inn, revealed her white, bare legs and delicate fingers flipping through a book, which, regardless of her being an elf, was unfamiliar to me.

Perhaps because she found it displeasing that the slave she had hired was idly loitering in the room, Elpride instructed me to massage her shoulders.

“Stop slacking off. Fan me or massage my shoulders.”

So, I began massaging her shoulders for the first time. Apparently satisfied, she let me move from her shoulders down to her arms and eventually to her legs naturally.

Of course, nobody in the world turns down a free massage. Naturally, if receiving shoulder massages, one would desire a back massage while lying down. Then comes a lower back massage. And once that becomes comfortable, one might wish for the thighs and calves to be attended to.

But the legs belonged to a woman!

Due to the “Curse of the Cripple,” a male slave merchant had placed upon me, I had been experiencing severe issues with my s*xual functions. However, the first time I touched the smooth thighs, calves, thin ankles, and soles of a woman with my own hands, the excitement was so intense that I half-expected the curse might be lifting.

Although the curse never truly dissipated, the encounter was undeniably shocking for me.

Even now, whenever I close my eyes, the temperature of that narrow inn room and Elpride’s cool skin replay vividly in my mind, deeply etched into my sensibilities like a vibrant medal or a scar from that day.

And these clear memories were flashing back in my mind at this moment.

My hand was gripping Elpride’s right ankle, which was surprisingly slim and delicate. I always wondered how someone with such thin ankles could walk around so effortlessly.

The weight and stress on the feet must tire the soles easily, affecting the balance of the entire body, and impeding the circulation to the extremities. Consequently, various parts of the body could suffer.

Despite these functional concerns, aesthetically, I found her ankles to be perfect.

Below the ankles were pointed toes, soft soles like inner flesh, and prominent heels.

Swoosh.

I gently grazed her foot with my index finger, tracing along the hollow joints of her toes down to her heel, much like the motion of swiping a card.

Feet, particularly sensitive to tickling, reacted instantly.

Curious about Elpride’s reaction, I glanced at her and found her looking at me with an icy, derisive expression, as if saying, “No matter what you do, I won’t be affected, idiot.”

That look only fueled my pride.

But it quickly diminished when Elpride’s left foot began to graze up and down my shins, knees, and thighs.

Although I wore leather pants, it felt as though her bare foot was directly touching my skin.

In response, bl**d began rushing toward my thighs and groin. If this continued, I feared an erection might occur, signifying my defeat against Elpride.

To lose now would mean losing the achievements I had painstakingly built as a slave to her, crumbling like a sandcastle swept away by waves. All that would remain would be her mocking laughter.

I needed to avoid that.

I called upon the image of Paranoi in my mind.

“Lord Hassan, by doing this, my share is now six coins! So, I may be addressed as the Viscount of Hell, yes?”

As I remembered from before, nothing calmed my mind like conjuring Paranoi’s face. Thanks to this, the bl**d rushing to my lower body began to subside.

Elpride addressed me during this moment of calm.

“You’ve stopped. Why? Are you surrendering already?”

She clearly seized the opportunity to attack, a testament to her seasoned adventurer skills by not missing a chance to strike.

However, giving in to her provocations would only play into her hands, so I took advantage of the brief calm to grab her foot with both hands.

“What are you doing? It’s useless, dimwit.”

Elpride scoffed, but I noticed the slight crease between her eyebrows.

Capitalizing on this momentum, I pushed upward along her heel to her arch with my thumbs.

My thumbs parted her sole as if performing a miracle, splitting the Red Sea. It was, of course, merely my own expression of the sensation, but the feeling might have been more intense for her.

Because the foot is a miniature version of the body, the gentle pressure I applied, from the heel upward to her toes, felt like I had traversed her body from bottom to top.

Guuuk.

As I applied steady pressure, Elpride’s slightly moist sole gently indented against my fingers.

“…”

But not a single sound escaped her lips—not even the usual sighs or moans that came from Luna or Hippolyte when their feet were touched.

Is it not working?

An amateur might think so.

But in terms of massage techniques and knowledge of Elpride, I was, in my own way, a semi-professional.

The fact that Elpride, who had moments ago mocked and taunted me, now refrained from speaking was a clear indication of success.

“Hey, you’ve gone quiet all of a sudden, eh?”

“…”

To test this, I provoked her again, but she remained completely silent, like a snail retreating into its shell in response.

Ordinarily, she would have snapped at me for calling her that, but this silence was deliberate.

Meanwhile, her left foot, which had been grazing my thigh, increased its activity, its toes curling slightly to pinch my skin lightly. It was clear she was putting in some effort, which made me chuckle.

Lord Hassan, the ants are harvesting all the potatoes! This is an unforgivable act! Lord of the Outskirts of Hell, Paranoi will repel these invaders!

But to me, recalling Paranoi’s image, her foot movements were nothing more than gestures.

I resolved to finish Elpride off.

No one knows Elpride’s soles better than I. Perhaps even she doesn’t know them as well.

Tuck.

Elpride’s feet are usually cold due to chronic cold feet. However, thanks to the warming we just did, they were now warm, like a rice cake freshly heated by a bonfire. The body does not lie, even if she refuses to speak.

Elpride must be feeling better by now.

With that in mind, I gently pressed her soles as I prepared to move to her toes.

Elpride actually prefers light, oil-based massages like those used in aromatherapy to deep pressure acupressure. She enjoys having her feet and body gently tickled and lightly scratched.

To deliver the final blow, I carefully touched each joint and crevice of her toes with my thumbs.

Swoosh, swooh.

With the determination to etch this into her memory, I slowly moved my fingers, performing a delicate massage.

Sliiide, sliide.

My fingers moved like a snake’s tongue, and historically, snakes are known as the enemies and ancient rivals that bite women’s ankles.

I am that snake, targeting Elpride’s arch.

Sliiide, sliide.

“Aah, humph…”

Suddenly, a tiny gasp escaped from her mouth. Naturally so, since until now, Elpride had always let out larger sighs and pleasurable moans when receiving massages—she was resisting this one with all her might.

The gentle stimulation reaching her already heated soles must have been unbearable.

After all, I’m no longer the same person I was back then.

With abilities enhanced by divine favor, I’ve surpassed the impossible. My strength and stamina have long transcended the human level. By now, I may well be a first-class masseur, surpassing even my father in skill.

“How about it, Elpride? Are you feeling good now? Admit it already.”

As I softly grazed her soft, warm soles, my fingers pressed the Yongquan point with my thumb.

Famously known as a point that can resurrect the dead when pressed correctly, the Yongquan.

After all the meticulous massaging from earlier, I added this unconventional pressure, which she could not withstand.

Guuuk.

“Aaaah!…”

Elpride’s aristocratic demeanor vanished as she screamed, mouth wide open, in an undignified manner.

Ding!

“Elfpride Desmund’s state of the World Tree Seal” has been successfully applied.

“Mission Value Increased by 20.”

“Current Mission Value: 80.”

Words indicating the application of the World Tree Seal appeared before me. It turned out this could be removed by pressing the soles of her feet.

I smiled triumphantly.

“Alright, you enjoyed it, didn’t you? Admit it.”

“Uh…uh… Haha, yeah, it was good. I’ll admit it.”

Right then, Elpride acknowledged her pleasure, recognizing my victory in the massage, but—

“Does that mean I won?”

“It’s different. All I admit is that I enjoyed the massage, the fatigue relief. As for any s*xual stimulation or excitement, not even a fingernail’s worth of that was felt.”

“What?”

I was baffled.

Upon reflection, I realized my mistake. The goal wasn’t to make her feel good through a massage, but to arouse her sexually—not something I could do while also avoiding my own arousal.

By touching her foot, I had unconsciously given her a soothing massage instead. Foolishly.

“Idiot.”

Elpride mocked me, her eyes bending into crescent moons, leaving me feeling so wronged I nearly cried.

That conniving woman!

Lord Hassan got tricked yet again.

Is this how I’m doomed to lose against her?

To win, I must make her feel s*xual arousal, but at the same time suppress my own erection—an impossible task!

At that moment, I understood:

This confrontation had been one-sided and highly unfavorable from the start. One might doubt whether the competition was even valid.

Ultimately, exciting a woman sexually would require touching highly intimate areas. At least that’s what my limited knowledge tells me.

Even without the Cripple’s Curse, if I, a healthy man, were to touch such areas, I would surely end up with an erection so strong it would tear through my pants.

Recalling Paranoi would only do so much.

This must have been Elpride’s trap all along.

d*mn it.

As I wallowed in self-loathing, Elpride’s foot, which had been caressing my thigh, slipped back into her slipper. Not only that, she withdrew the foot I had been holding and hid it under her long, puffy skirt.

“Rather, you’re the one who lost. Admit it.”

Elpride was now confident in her victory. Clearly, if this continued, she would win.

My purity cannot be proven this way.

Am I always going to lose to Elpride? No, that can’t be.

As a last desperate attempt, I moved my hand.

Elpride’s eyes widened.

“What, what are you trying to touch, you fool?”

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