I Can Use Filthy Game Currency In The Real World-Chapter 27 - : Oily Massage!

The interplay of sexual pleasure and the relaxation from muscle relief was both arousing and soothing. 'Nice,' I thought, feeling my body respond to her skillful touch.

"Do you have a boyfriend?" - My curiosity was genuine, my voice soft to not break the mood.

"...Why do you ask?" Her reply was sharp, her eyes narrowing slightly as if preparing for an unwanted conversation.

"I was just curious if someone as pretty as Ella would have one." I tried to lighten the mood with a compliment, watching her reaction closely.

"...Nothing." She said coldly, her face turning away slightly, making it clear she didn't want to delve into that topic.

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Ella replied coldly. She certainly seemed to have a boyfriend in the quest description, but that was a lie, her expression confirming my suspicion.

"I'm going to move up." Her voice was a whisper, her movements slow and deliberate as she prepared to change positions.

"Oh... okay?" My surprise was evident, my body tensing slightly as she moved her hands on my skin.

As she spoke, she climbed onto me, her bare skin against mine. I could distinctly feel her hips touching mine, sending a shiver through me.

"Oh, man." I muttered under my breath, not expecting such an intimate escalation.

I hadn't expected this. Her touch had been limited to her arms, but suddenly our hips met, and I felt an urgency. She barely managed to suppress her own arousal, her breath hitching slightly.

Swish-swish

"Mm." A low moan escaped her lips as she straddled me, her focus returning to the massage.

Ella was straddling me, her arms once again rubbing and pressing my legs as before. Meanwhile, her hands slowly went towards the inner thighs, her touch becoming more exploratory.

It was a peculiar gesture from a master professional, as predictable by the scenario, her movements professional yet somehow personal.

"You're really good for someone who's only worked here for a short while." My voice was filled with lusty admiration, watching her work.

"Thank you." She responded with a small smile, her breathing slightly labored from the effort.

Because she was leaning forward to exert more pressure, her breathing was audible between her responses. Hearing that sound, my desire flared up even more, my heart beating faster.

She knew nothing about this, but she tried to show off as much as she could, her movements becoming more pronounced.

"But here, how far can you go if I pay extra?" My question was cautious, testing the waters with a hopeful tone.

"Huh?" She paused, her hands stilling for a moment, confusion clear in her eyes.

"No. You know how it is." I backtracked, sensing her discomfort, my voice softening.

"...I don't know what other managers would think, but I'm just a part-timer here." Her voice was firm, her hands resuming their work, signaling the end of that conversation.

"Hmm. Could I give you more money?" My proposition was hesitant, my eyes searching hers for any sign of agreement.

"Yes." She answered simply, her focus back on the massage, showing little interest in the proposal.

Swish-swish

Ella focused on her massage, seemingly uninterested in my proposal. As she had thought from the start, money wasn't the answer. If money wasn't her goal, why was Ella working at this massage parlor? I pondered, watching her work.

'Hmm. the content in the quest said she works here once a week.' I recalled, trying to piece together something here.

Throughout clearing other quests, excluding Linda's, I felt there were hints in the quest descriptions that could lead to completion of the quest... though it was only a description which I had to do to complete.

There could be a hint in this one when there was a line of 'once a week' though why once a week was the real question here.

Of course, there were instances where it wasn't the case, but mostly, they were there, guiding my thoughts.

"Ella, why do you work here?" My tone was soft, genuinely curious, but I could sense the expression it might bring from getting personal.

"...Why are you asking that?" Her voice was guarded, her hands stopping their motion, turning to face me with a look of mild irritation.

She must have been upset, so she paused rubbing my legs and asked me again, her gaze piercing.

"Ah, sorry if I upset you. I was just curious. I have no other intentions." I apologized quickly, my tone sincere, hoping to ease the atmosphere which became quite the personal one from just one question.

I was genuinely sincere. Ella listened quietly, let out a soft sigh, and resumed the massage, her hands moving in a forgiving rhythm.

"...I just wanted to." She finally answered thinking that there was nothing wrong in asking such a question her reply was quiet, almost to herself, revealing a vulnerability.

"Ah-ha." My understanding was reflected in my tone, feeling like I had glimpsed something real.

The prompt arrived. It might seem like a good answer to just let go, but I sensed a bit of honesty in Ella's words. Her saying she wanted to do this meant there was some sincerity to it, which intrigued me further.

"Just a moment." She spoke with a hint of urgency, her movements quick but graceful.

Ella said, and she climbed off from above me, her actions swift.

Slump-thud

Reacting to the sound of something dropping, I turned my head to the side and saw Ella's dress fall to the floor, my eyes widening in surprise.

'No joking around.' I thought, my pulse quickening at the unexpected turn.

"I'll go under from the floor." Her voice was steady, her decision clear.

"Okay." My response was instant, my mind racing.

As she responded, I imagined Ella. She must be naked, probably pouring oil on my legs. And then...

'Oh.' The sensation was immediate, startling me slightly.

"Please let me know if it's uncomfortable." Her voice was professional, but there was a trace of warmth, or perhaps anticipation.