I Kidnapped the Hero's Women-Chapter 234: Body aches (2)

"See? I told you, Mister! It’s just a cold, right? I want to get better quickly, so I’ll use this!" "What is this, Charlotte? A massage... coupon...? What does it say? If I use this coupon, Aslan Vermont must give me a massage...?" "What!?"

The moment Charlotte showed the coupon, Yuria's eyes widened as she read it. Yuria, who had been about to leave the mansion, froze in place, shocked.

Massage coupons weren’t anything new, so there was no real surprise there. But this time, it was the other way around. It wasn’t "Charlotte to Aslan," but "Aslan to Charlotte"! The shock was even greater since neither Yuria nor Yuria had ever thought such a thing could exist.

"What is this? Where did you get such a coupon?" "Hmm? Yulia, you’ve never seen one before? Oh! Was it a coupon Mr. Aslan secretly gave only to me? I didn't know, and I just pulled it out in front of everyone. Hehe." "..." "..." "..."

Charlotte awkwardly scratched the back of her head as she smiled. Yulia and Yuria's gazes were now fixed on Aslan. Unable to face the fierce look that seemed to question how this had happened, Aslan silently turned his head.

'Charlotte. This scary little one really...'

Ah. I should’ve expected this situation. Come to think of it, the secret I promised to keep was only that I was supporting Yuria. I had never agreed to keep the reverse massage coupon a secret in exchange for that.

From Charlotte's point of view, she hadn’t broken any promises or done anything wrong. She was just enjoying seeing me squirm and watching Yulia and Yuria be shocked.

Aslan smiled helplessly, but beads of cold sweat were dripping down his face uncontrollably.

"This...! How shameless! Giving something like that to a child! Charlotte, then it was us next, right? Was that it? ...Right?" "Huh? Uh? Us? Me too? No, no way..." "I’ll clarify before you misunderstand. This wasn’t my idea. Charlotte wanted it, so I made about three coupons for her."

Yulia, her face turning bright red, shrank back, while Yuria, who had been flustered by the word "us," also flushed. Aslan hurriedly gave a clarification that wasn’t really a clarification. Of course, he conveniently omitted the fact that he initially planned to make 100 coupons but had reduced it to only 3 in the end.

"Even so..." "Heheh! Mister! I really want that massage now! Since I don’t have my super-duper sword with me, I feel strangely empty and my body is sore and my muscles are stiff! I think your massage will make me feel better!"

"..."

Not only had I been bewildered, but Yulia and Yuria were also stunned. Was she seriously going to get the massage now?

Watching Charlotte thumping the sofa with her legs while lying comfortably on it, Aslan let out a bitter laugh.

Since everything was already exposed, what was there to hesitate about? I was confident. Charlotte wanted the coupon, so I had to honor it, and there was no selfishness in any of this. Aslan could proudly declare that there was no ulterior motive involved.

...Probably.

'But what exactly am I supposed to do for this massage?'

With Charlotte lying face down before me, Aslan froze, not knowing what to do next.

Until now, he had received massages from the children, but he had never given one himself. So, what should he do when it was his turn?

As Aslan hesitated, unsure of what to do, Charlotte spoke.

"Mister, what are you doing? Just do it like usual, step on me."

"What!? Charlotte? What did you just say!?" "Huh!? Like usual!? What do you mean 'like usual'!?" "Of course, Charlotte, you’re saying 'like usual'... right?" "Hehe."

Charlotte giggled, and once again, Yulia and Yuria reacted explosively.

How could you leave out the subject in "like usual"...? The way it was said, it sounded like I regularly stepped on her to give massages. In the split second, Aslan felt like he was riding a roller coaster, going from heaven to hell, and squeezed his eyes shut.

"But wouldn't it be too heavy if I step on you? There's a size difference and weight difference." "I'm fine! Anyway, you’re really light! I’m really strong, so even if you step on me, it won’t be that heavy!"

"..."

She was right. Probably, with her steel-like body, even if I stepped on her like a dozen people, Charlotte wouldn't budge. Physically, it was probably fine, but...

"No. I think stepping on your back is a bad idea." "Ah, why...! I was looking forward to that too!" "It feels like I’m abandoning my dignity as a human and my responsibilities as an adult. I can’t do it..."

"Huh? What are you talking about?"

No, I just couldn’t do it. Aslan decided to suppress his feelings and move on. Even if it wasn’t physically dangerous, climbing onto a child’s back and stepping on her just didn’t feel right.

In my mind, the mere thought of it was enough to make it feel unethical and violent.

This wasn’t something my conscience could allow. I’m not a beast swayed by desire.

The extent to which Aslan’s conscience and good heart could allow him to act toward children was limited to something like feeding them dog food.

"Well, it’s a shame, but it’s fine. I’ll just knead you instead."

"Okay... Thank you for being satisfied with that..."

Charlotte sighed and hugged a pillow, lying down, while Aslan slowly began to knead her arm.

"Really, your muscles are a bit stiff. It wasn’t just an act after all." "Eh!? You thought I was faking it?"

When Aslan began kneading Charlotte’s muscles, he realized why she had looked so drained. Charlotte, whose body was usually soft, was now quite tense. Her muscles were all stiff, and she seemed to really be suffering from muscle fatigue.

Hadn’t she been able to relax because she was always swinging her sword every day? It seemed like, having put down her sword, the accumulated fatigue had suddenly hit her.

But, it wasn’t serious. A few days of rest would be enough to get her back to normal.

The level of fatigue she had from all the training she had done so far was quite mysterious.

"Relax your body." "Ugh... I am relaxing..." "Relax more. You might hurt yourself if you don’t." "Okay..."

"Since you’re young, I won’t do it too strongly. Anyway, your recovery ability is far better than any massage I could give."

"Heheh. The effect of your massage is more than just relaxing the muscles."

Aslan massaged Charlotte's body surprisingly seriously and gently. Seeing Charlotte’s face relax as the fatigue melted away, Aslan felt some sense of accomplishment.

"Shameless, really..." "Uwaaa..."

Yulia and Yuria couldn’t stop their flushed faces. Aslan had seemed awkward about Charlotte’s playful behavior at first, but soon he was completely focused, no longer paying attention to them.

Yulia had been planning to call Aslan shameless and perverted, but now she couldn’t. She still wanted to stop the massage, though...

'Ah... I also want a massage...! Huh!?'

Jealousy.

Yes, it was definitely jealousy.

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In the past, she would have hated herself for feeling such jealousy, thinking it was ugly, but...

'Ah!? That Charlotte! She’s smiling at me again!'

Now, Yulia didn’t care about such thoughts. After all, Charlotte was purposely provoking her to make her jealous.

Feeling jealous was nothing to be ashamed of. After all, they were competing for Aslan’s attention.

Since Charlotte had made an oral promise to marry Aslan, Charlotte was her rival!

Aslan might think of this as childish behavior, but they were serious.

In the end, only one of them would end up marrying Aslan.

This thought mixed with jealousy, frustration, and a burning desire to win, bubbling up inside Yulia.

'Why does it have to be Aslan!? I’m good at massages too!'

Meanwhile, Yuria, watching Aslan massage Charlotte, was envious to the point of losing her mind. She, too, wanted to massage Charlotte, to touch her smooth and soft skin, to relax her muscles... and hear those occasional little moans right beside her.

But why wasn’t she the one doing it? Why was Aslan the one there?

How could Charlotte entrust herself to a man she had known for only a year, rather than a lifelong friend?

Worried about Charlotte's sense of modesty, Yuria nervously chewed her nails.