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Brave Soul of Evil Supremacychapter 244: trap of the bathroom massage

After finishing the meal, the women gathered together for a salon. Don't get the wrong idea, it's just a girls' get-together. Tea and sweets were brought to the reception room, and Aeris took the lead in hosting a small tea party.

"Well then, tonight I will entertain our guest as the 'official wife'."

"...I'm counting on you."

"Yes. Zenon-sama must be tired, so please rest and relax."

As advised by Aeris, I decided to take it easy and relax. It's been a while since I had some alone time in the bath.

"Ah...I'm exhausted..."

I sank into the bathtub, stretching out my limbs...and let out a long, long sigh.

Usually, someone would always accompany me when I take a bath.

Aeris would press her ample bosom against me, Nagisa would press her large breasts against me, and Urza would rub her flat chest against me.

There were even times when things would start in the bathroom, so opportunities to bathe alone like this were rare.

"My recent efforts are a bit much... I've really piled up the fatigue..."

"Well then, how about a massage?"

"Huh?"

As if on cue, the bathroom door opened. The unexpected figure that appeared was Anemone Brave, Leon's mother.

"What kind of development is this... I don't remember setting up such a flag."

"Ugh... it's embarrassing."

"You too, huh."

Following behind Anemone, Leon's little sister Monica also entered the bathroom. Anemone and Monica, mother and daughter, were dressed in nothing but bath towels, revealing the clear contours of their bodies.

Monica had been a bit down before when bathing with Aeris and the others due to the difference in their figures, but looking through the towel, she seemed to have developed quite well. If Urza was like a strawberry on a cutting board, Monica was about the size of a loquat.

Anemone, on the other hand, had a really good figure. Her chest size was similar to Levienna's, but being a mother of two, she had a mature body.

She had a body shape that had a flavor like an aged wine, different from that of young women in their teens and twenties.

"I mean... what kind of body shape is it..."

"I heard that the staff of this mansion serves the master in the bath. Today, my daughter and I will provide the service."

Anemone had a composed expression towards Monica, who was shrinking in embarrassment. It seems that being a mature woman is different. She doesn't seem to be flustered by bathing with a man.

"How about a massage here, master? I used to do it often when my husband was alive."

"A massage, huh..."

I felt a complex mix of emotions as I saw Anemone placing cushions on the floor of the bathroom. My body was quite tired, so the suggestion of a massage was pleasing.

However, when it was mentioned in the context of the bathroom, I couldn't help but imagine the specialized shops I had experienced in Japan.

"Well...alright. I'll give it a try."

I was in front of her daughter. So, there's no way we'd do anything reckless. Still, it's strange that I'm overly concerned about it. Anyway, I obediently got out of the bathroom and lay face-down on the cushion.

"Ah... amazing..."

I had kept it hidden, but Monica's face turned bright red as she stared at my body. Her eyes were spinning, and she looked like she was about to collapse.

"Monica, that's rude. I'll show you as an example, so remember it."

"Eh, remember...? Mom."

"Today, I'll do it, but eventually, you'll do it for master. Remember how to do it."

"Ah... it's embarrassing..."

"Hehehe..."

With a mysterious smile, Anemone straddled my prone body. By straddling me, the mature woman's soft skin pressed against my back.

"Mmm..."

First, I want to tell the maid not to straddle her master's back... but I can't worry about that now. Straddling naturally means that certain sensitive areas will touch.

"Then, I will begin the massage. I will spread the oil on your back."

Anemone applied a mysterious oil onto her hands, making a squelching sound.

The viscous liquid, thick and reminiscent of lotion, emitted a fragrant scent akin to roses, tickling the nose.

"Essential oil? Where did you get such a thing?"

"It's homemade. I grow flowers in the garden and make it myself."

"I see..."

"Well then, I'll start massaging from your shoulders."

Anemone began the massage in earnest. Initially gentle, gradually becoming firmer, she worked to release the tension in the stiffened muscles over time.

Her hands moved with practiced skill. Coupled with the aroma of the essential oil, it was very pleasant.

"...You're quite skilled. Is it really only for your husband?"

"I've been asked by neighbors too. Of course, I only do it for ladies, not for men."

"Hmm..."

"Other than my husband, it's the first time for other men."

"..."

I wish she wouldn't say unnecessary things. Is it okay to share this cherished memory of a massage with someone she has just met?

"You've been kind to my son and daughter, and I'm truly grateful. Considering it as a token of appreciation, it's a small gesture."

I feel the air in which Anemone is smiling, although I can't see her face.

"From now on, please take care of the two of us. Especially since Monica will be a long-term companion."

"A long-term companion... well, that's fine. Can you trust me that much?"

"Of course."

Anemone asserted for some reason.

I'm amazed at what kind of trust that is.

"You are very similar to my husband. It makes me feel very close to you."

"...Similar to him?"

"Yes. The way you look, the way you act tough but kind. It reminds me of my husband, and it feels nostalgic."

"..."

Anemone's husband, in other words, Leon's father, is a member of the Hero clan, not a villain character like me.

"You really don't have a good eye for men."

In the game, Anemone was a sub-heroine who was kidnapped by Zenon Baskerville along with her daughter Monica and was subjected to drugged training. Perhaps she was born under a star that easily falls for bad men.

"Yes, next I will massage your back... with my body."

"Guh!"

At first, she was just giving a normal massage. But in the end, it started to feel like a service from a professional spa. It felt good and I was healed... but it became quite an exhausting bathing time.