NTR: Stealing wives in Another World
Chapter 110: Massage (18+)

Chapter 110: Massage (18+)

Steam curled through the air like lazy ghosts.

The hot spring was warm, deeper than it looked, and the water had that perfect kind of silkiness—the kind that clung to skin like a gentle whisper before melting tension straight from the bones. Allen sank in with a sigh, shoulders dropping, body already buzzing from the heat.

He closed his eyes.

Until a voice cooed softly beside his ear.

"Would you like... assistance, honored guest?"

His eyes cracked open.

Tela was kneeling behind him now, her tall frame half-submerged, skin glistening with droplets. Her shell arched above the water like a temple roof, elegant and heavy, but his attention was stuck somewhere a bit lower—on the full weight of her soft breasts pressed against his back like warm pillows of sin.

"I... don’t need assistance," Allen said carefully.

Tela’s hands slipped over his shoulders. "But you deserve it."

Her fingers were firm, practiced, skilled. She kneaded into his shoulders with strong, slow strokes, fingers digging just deep enough to make him grunt.

"Damn... okay... never mind," Allen muttered, leaning into it. "You’ve done this before."

"I’ve trained in the full-body cleansing art," she said, voice like silk soaked in honey. "We cleanse... everything."

Shlorp. Luna made a curious noise from the edge of the pool, watching with gooey approval.

Across the water, Rinni was sitting on a flat stone, her ears twitching and her eyes half-lidded. Niva—the quiet one—had lathered up a silky cloth and was gliding it along her arms, down her back, over her legs...

And between.

"A-Aahhnn~!" Rinni squeaked, hips twitching.

Allen glanced over. "...You okay over there, sweetheart?"

"Mmmhh... y-yep... j-just... the soap’s... really thorough..." she whimpered.

Niva, still silent, gently cupped Rinni’s inner thighs, rubbing smooth circles along the delicate skin. Rinni’s whole body trembled, her moans barely contained.

Meanwhile, Kari had Fina reclined like a smug queen, arms over the edge of the spring, while the bubbly turtle girl soaped her up like she was prepping her for sacrifice.

A sexy, slippery, moaning sacrifice.

"Ooohhh gods, right there—f-fuck, that’s sensitive~!" Fina gasped.

Kari giggled, running the cloth in circles over Fina’s tailbone and then lower—her hand slipping confidently between those firm thighs. Fina’s hips jerked and splashed water everywhere.

"Ahhhnn~! Y-You cheeky little—do that again and I’m gonna start humping the rocks!"

Allen groaned. "Okay, what the hell kind of spa is this?!"

Tela chuckled behind him. "A sacred one."

Her hands slid lower, gliding over his chest, then his stomach. Each touch was impossibly slow, lingering, teasing. And then her hand "accidentally" dipped under the water and brushed—

Allen twitched.

Her fingers slid right over his cock. Softly. Casually. Like she was cleaning a piece of precious pottery.

Allen blinked. "...Hey?"

"Hm?" she asked innocently, still massaging his abs with her free hand.

"You’re, uh. Very... efficient."

"I’m simply thorough," she murmured, her hand curling gently around his shaft again—this time letting her thumb press along the tip before she "moved on."

Allen clenched his jaw.

He said nothing.

Pretended nothing was happening.

But inside, his brain was SCREAMING:

—WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS TURTLE SPA AND WHY AM I HARDER THAN MATH CLASS AFTER A FOUR-HOUR NAP?!—

Tela’s hand dipped again. Slid along his length. Slipped beneath and cupped his—

Allen made a noise in his throat like a man fighting a holy war with his own self-control.

"Water’s really, uh... aggressive, huh?" he said weakly.

Tela didn’t stop. She just hummed, her cheek brushing against his as she leaned forward.

"Your body responds well to sacred cleansing," she whispered.

Allen refused to look down. Refused to react. His cock was now enjoying a five-star massage under the guise of spiritual purification.

Meanwhile, Rinni had both legs kicked up in the air as Niva gently spread her lower lips and cleaned every delicate curve. Her moans had gone high-pitched and breathy, echoing against the rocks like a flute being played by a horny ghost.

"H-Hhhaaaa~! Mmmhh~! T-Too much—i-it’s too good~!"

Fina was faring no better—Kari was using two hands, massaging soap into her ass and dragging her nails just hard enough to make the catgirl whimper.

"Y-You little gremlin—I’m gonna pin you down and ride your face for that—ahhhh fuck~!"

The hot spring sounded less like a bathhouse and more like a lewd symphony now. Splashing water. Dripping soap. Heated breathing and shameless moaning.

"Ahhhnn~!"

"Mmnhh~ right there~!"

"P-Please don’t stop...!"

"Oops! I slipped~ teehee~"

And through it all, Allen sat like a statue, eyes forward, a single vein in his forehead pulsing.

Tela stroked him again. Her hand was underwater, unseen. But very, very real.

"You are very tense," she whispered.

"Yup," Allen gritted out. "Tense. Very tense. Gonna be cleansed to death at this rate."

"Should I stop?"

He hesitated.

"...You know what? I’m just gonna pretend you’re buffing my sword."

"Of course," she said with a tiny smirk. "I take great pride in polishing weapons."

Allen choked on his own air.

A few minutes passed.

The water steamed. Moans floated lazily into the air. Allen was doing his best statue of self-control impression while Tela’s hand moved with the patience of a saint and the technique of a sinful goddess.

And then—

Snap.

The sound echoed like a whip crack over the spring.

Fina and Rinni instantly perked up, ears twitching, eyes snapping toward Allen like obedient pets waiting for their treat.

He tilted his head.

"It’s time," he said calmly, rising from the water like a resurrected god with a vengeance boner. "To return the favor."

Tela blinked. "Pardon—?"

Before she could blink again, Allen spun around and shoved her gently but firmly against the smooth rock edge of the spring. Her shell clacked faintly as it touched stone. Her strong, statuesque frame arched back, the tension melting into something else—something vulnerable.

Her cheeks were flushed deep, her silver hair plastered to her damp forehead, her toned abs glistening with sweat and steam. She looked like a warrior priestess caught between battle and bliss.

Allen leaned in close, his breath hot against her ear.

"You’re about to get cleansed right back, sweetheart."

And with that, he slid a single finger between her legs—slow, precise, utterly devastating.

Tela gasped.

The finger dipped in.

And swirled.

Her legs trembled instantly, thighs clenching around his wrist.

"I—ahhh—I’m not—" she whimpered, her voice cracking. "You shouldn’t bother—p-people like me—I’m not soft, I’m not cute—just tall, and ugly, and—ahhhnn~!"

He curled his finger inside her, dragging it across that spot with shameless skill.

"You think anyone in this spring gives a damn about you being tall?" Allen growled, twisting his wrist again. "Certainly you’re not ugly. Instead you’ve got a body built for worship, and I’m about to make you believe it."

Tela moaned helplessly, her body twitching as his finger danced deeper, wetter.

Behind them, the hot spring was erupting into new chaos.

Wet, messy, moaning chaos.

Fina had pounced on Kari like a hungry beast, pinning the bubbly turtle girl to the rocks with her soaked thighs spread wide. "Ohhh, now you’re the one squealing?" she purred, grinding against her face. "Hope you don’t mind drowning in pussy!"

Kari made a muffled mmphh!, her hands flailing and then clutching Fina’s ass like she’d been blessed.

And Rinni?

She had Niva’s face buried between her thighs, one leg thrown over the quiet girl’s shoulder, the other twitching wildly with every lap of her tongue.

"You’re so shameless, Niva!" Rinni moaned, biting her own knuckle. "Y-You’re not even blinking! You’re just—hhaaahhh—licking like you’re addicted~!"

Niva didn’t say a word. She just growled softly and sucked harder, her hands keeping Rinni spread wide while slick sounds filled the air.

Shlorp.

Schlk.

Mmmnh~!

Ssslp~!

Allen didn’t stop.

He pressed a second finger into Tela, curling both and grinding against her inner walls with ruthless precision. Her mouth hung open, her moans caught in her throat like she couldn’t even breathe right anymore.

"I... I’m gonna... I—"

"No," Allen said firmly. "Not until I say."

Her entire body jolted.

"F-Fuck...!" she sobbed, her hips grinding against his hand on instinct. "You’re... you’re gonna ruin me..."

He leaned forward, tongue trailing up her neck.

"I’m not even close to done ruining you."

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