Chapter 97

Chapter 97

Visiting the Sick and Hassan’s Club

As human society and its tools developed in various ways, the methods of massage also expanded widely.

Massage is not just simply pressing the bl**d flow with hands; there are indeed countless methods using a variety of tools.

The method that I’m about to try now is using this wooden stick for massage.

“Are you really going to use that thing in a massage? You’re crazy! As expected, Samaritans are incredibly ignorant!”

But, Hippolyte seemed to have not considered this, as she narrowed her eyebrows and shivered her shoulders faintly. Unlike her usual self, she appeared somewhat timid, which made me feel oddly elated.

I was taking the upper hand against this unbelievably strong woman!

“Do you mean, Mistress Hippolyte has never tried using a stick for massage?”

“Surely you’re not planning to hit me with that thing, are you? Such rudeness will not be tolerated!”

“It’s not for hitting. Look, it rolls like this.”

I demonstrated by rolling the rounded side of the club against my arm like a wheel.

“Dr-r-r-r…”

Hippolyte’s initially defensive attitude softened slightly at the sight of this.

“Will the mere rolling of this stick satisfy my body? That seems to be the way of the Samaritans, I suppose.”

“Ah, well, something like that.”

Since I had no way of explaining in detail, I simply passed it off as a Samaritan secret art.

In reality, Hippolyte was overreacting to the idea of a club, but using rods or cylindrical tools to stimulate the body is actually a very common massage technique.

Foam rolling for stretching or Bamboo Massage using bamboo rods are examples of this.

The human body has many areas that are curved and streamlined. These rounded cylinders provide appropriate stimulation from an ergonomic perspective.

I myself had rolled a foam roller bought by my younger sister for dieting against my back.

Indeed, as I recall, it was an excellent stretching method for modern people whose backs and necks are bent from using computers and smartphones.

Anyway, since Hippolyte wasn’t satisfied with my hands, wouldn’t this excellent tool be able to break down that tough fortress?

“I’m certain you’ll find it refreshing. It might even be better than using hands.”

“Could it be… more pleasant?”

A contemplative Hippolyte.

“Or, are you afraid of the club?”

“Hmph. A measly stick like that? It’s nothing. Fine, go ahead. But if it doesn’t please me, there will be a punishment. The sin of wielding a weapon against a warrior of Mars will have to be paid for.”

Punishment?

At the mention of punishment, I was suddenly seized with fear. If I fail to satisfy her, I would have to face the punishment. I didn’t expect to hear the same thing from Hippolyte that I had heard from Elpride.

Swish.

Soon, Hippolyte rested her arm on the deer skin where I had been lying and lay prostrate on it. Her straight, stretched legs and her strongly built muscles looked defiantly proud.

If I retreat or back down at this point, would I even qualify as a man?

Anyway, there was also this great opportunity to touch the perfectly trained body of a female warrior. My excitement was building.

Heh, in fact, at this point, anything I do might already be my victory, wouldn’t it?

Thanks to this, I was able to leisurely admire Hippolyte’s back, the back of her calf, and her prominent buttocks as she was lying face down before me with her eyes closed.

“Why, did you get scared now that it’s time to start?”

At that moment, Hippolyte prodded me on provokingly.

“Well then, let’s go.”

I first placed the club aside and used both my palms to press on either side of her scapula.

Since Hippolyte had kindly laid down in this position for me, I was correcting her posture as only this position would allow.

“Hmmph.”

Crack.

“Ahk…!”

With a short burst of force pressing on my palms, the upper back near the neck made a loud noise. At the same time, a small m*an escaped from Hippolyte’s lips.

“Hmph… What on earth are you doing?”

“It’s a simple adjustment. Oddly, I hadn’t noticed while observing, but now that I touch you, it’s clear. Your entire body is slightly twisted to the right. Your muscles are holding up well, but… ”

“Are you saying my body is twisted to the right? Hmph, what a laughable claim.”

Hippolyte snorted with disbelief.

However, as I said, a human body is close to a gradually wearing-out machine. Eventually, it can naturally tilt or lean in one direction due to being left-handed or right-handed, or depending on the usual posture often maintained.

That’s why occasional adjustments like this are really beneficial.

Of course, explaining such a complex concept to people of this world wouldn’t be easy. In fact, I don’t properly understand the theoretical part myself.

What I can do is…

Slip. Slipp.

Gently pressing against the curved spine from the opposite side to correct it.

“Hmm!”

Crack crack!

“EEhng…!”

The supine female warrior slowly tilted her neck backward and bent her waist. Was she feeling pain? It is natural for some people to feel pain during the adjustment process.

It means the body’s center of gravity is quite misaligned, one could say.

“Alright, I will proceed to the pelvis area next.”

I notified an exhausted Hippolyte who had just been lying on her back for a while. She only panted deeply with a “Hnn…” without giving any other response.

Taking her silence as consent, I bent her right thigh into a “G” shape.

That firm thigh, which I had subtly touched earlier, was unexpectedly soft and extremely pleasant.

“Hnn, haa…”

Hippolyte appeared to be engrossed in breathing deeply, regardless of whether or not I touched her.

Therefore, I managed to glance at her prominent rear which stood out under her clinging clothes.

Because I had opened her legs, the inner thigh area seemed to be prominently exposed. It was quite an eyeful. Was that slightly split region what I suspected?

However, before correcting the pelvis by pressing down firmly.

“Ah, then, as a preparatory stretch, I will loosen your thigh a bit.”

I grabbed Hippolyte’s bent right thigh with both hands and firmly squeezed with a “Kwaak Kwaak.”

“Hnnn…”

By smoothly wiping my hands gripping tightly like milking milk from above to below, Hippolyte’s hands lying on the floor grasped the deer skin with such force that it sounded like they were tearing it apart.

“Hnnnnn…”

“How does it feel? Refreshing?”

“Forget it, it’s not at all…”

Hippolyte refused to acknowledge that she found it refreshing.

That’s right, she’s just being stubborn.

Even without notable talents, I had a certain level of confidence in massages and massages alone.

Even the fussy Elpride praised my massages above all else, so much so that she always complimented me on them.

Therefore, I had no doubt that this tough female warrior was enjoying herself under my touch.

Perhaps the prideful Hippolyte didn’t want to admit that receiving a massage from a lower-ranked adventurer felt so good.

By the way, such customers were quite common at my father’s Health Center. Mostly elderly gentlemen would complain, saying, “Bah, it’s not worth the money,” but they would eventually become addicted to the massages and pay my father his allowance.

Swish. Swish.

Anyway, I applied my full attention to Hippolyte’s thighs. It’s about making a regular customer out of her, so I poured my efforts into the new visitor.

“Haauuuh…”

Hippolyte’s waist writhed each time.

The tighter grip on the deer skin.

Her ankles started to bend, signaling her reaction instead of words.

Ah, no, she’s wearing sandals and walked inside the house. Sheesh, what a manner less female adventurer walking in with muddy feet!

“Haahtt!”

At that moment, Hippolyte’s body flinched in a panic.

It seemed that my left hand, which was lightly stroking down from her thigh to her groin, had accidentally grazed a deep area.

It wasn’t intentional, but her reaction was so extreme that I was genuinely shocked. Sheesh, was she ready for a blade fight or something?

So, unintentionally, I ended up committing s*xual harassment, and I trembled with fear.

“…”

Hippolyte raised her head slightly and glared at me as if she could k*ll me, but said not a single word.

As I was trying to figure out how to excuse myself, Hippolyte huffed and rested her face back on the floor.

Somehow, it seemed to have been overlooked, though I wasn’t sure how.

“Then, I’ll finish with the pelvis quickly.”

I placed both hands on the slightly twisted section of her right pelvis, felt the joints and muscles stiffening, and applied force momentarily in my arms.

“Hnn!”

Clunk!

“Hnn, hnnp…!”

Though the correction of the pelvis produced a rather serious sound, unexpectedly calm breaths came out of Hippolyte’s mouth, who had been consistently screaming.

“Hmph, after all, it wasn’t much.”

Had she become accustomed through multiple experiences, indeed?

“Alright, then let’s use this for real.”

I slapped the stick I had set upright with my hands. It still felt good and proved to be a handy tool.

Placing it on Hippolyte’s back, I rolled it like a chef flattening dough.

Swish, swish.

“Unh, um…”

“If it’s too strong, let me know.”

“Honestly, it tickles.”

“Is that so?”

I continued rolling the stick across her back, down to her waist, and then over her buttocks.

As I rolled the stick around her prominently protruding buttocks, her muscles twitched in response.

“Is there a problem?”

“Ah, no, it’s fine. Indeed, the tool seems good, better than your shallow skills.”

Had the stick massage pleased her? Some words that could be considered praise surprisingly came out of Hippolyte’s mouth.

I thoroughly wiped every inch of her body to get her accustomed to this solid, round cylindrical shape.

Particularly, I poured my efforts into her thighs, buttocks, and the inner groin.

“Hnn… it’s somewhat refreshing.”

As I pressed her inner thigh with the stick, Hippolyte exhaled a breath of satisfaction, seemingly quite content.

Does she like lymphatic massage?

“Nnnnn…”

Anyway, I couldn’t help but feel an odd thrill knowing I was stimulating this strong woman with my stick.

Unbeknownst to Hippolyte, my “other stick” was standing as hard as if it wanted to burst through my pants.

I wondered what it would feel like to rub it against her sweat-soaked body. All sorts of lewd thoughts were filling my mind, wanting to bury my face between her buttocks and so on.

It was inevitable because I hadn’t been able to relieve my urges through self-pleasure due to sleeping with Luna for the past few days. Frankly, my mind was already overheated from all the stimuli, and I was at my limit.

“Then, let’s change positions. Would it be alright if I pressed on your foot soles?”

“My, my feet!?”

A shocked Hippolyte.

Now, I understand somewhat that women in this world dislike showing their feet, but I found it a bit unexpected that even Hippolyte, who has some masculine qualities, reacted this way.

“…So, er, why do you want to see my feet?”

“Because I intend to give you a massage. Rolling a stick on the soles of the feet feels really good.”

Indeed, anyone who’s tried standing on a round ball or stick would agree, it feels great. The rounded stick is an excellent tool for stimulating the arches of the feet.

“Feet also have poor circulation and are difficult to relieve fatigue from, so it might be worthwhile to address this during this opportunity.”

“Hnn… hmm…”

Hippolyte groaned deeply as if contemplating heavily while lying face down on the deer skin.

“I’m just intending to give a massage.”

“That, then, there’s a condition.”

Hippolyte set a condition for the massage?

It was the first time I’ve encountered a condition for a massage, so I couldn’t help but be puzzled.

“Huh? Conditions?”

“Yes, blindfold yourself. Ah, even if you do, I still don’t feel entirely comfortable showing my feet to you. It’s not that you can’t or anything when you’re blindfolded, right?”

Ah. I get that feeling.

“Then, I’ll have to find something to cover my eyes.”

Just then, Hippolyte slightly lifted her body from her seat and untied the belt around her waist. She handed it to me.

“Use this to tie my eyes.”

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