I Kidnapped the Hero's Women-Chapter 235: Massage (1)

'What is it with Charlotte's limbs being so long?'

As I kneaded Charlotte’s arms and legs, I couldn't help but be impressed.

Normally, from above, I only thought of her as this small person. But now, touching her directly, I could really feel how unrealistically long her limbs were.

And when I carefully tried to stretch her, I could tell her flexibility was incredible. Unlike Yulia, whose muscles stiffened at the slightest movement and who would be in pain, Charlotte's body stretched like clay. With her flexibility, she could’ve easily excelled at ballet.

How such explosive strength could come from this thin, small body was beyond me, but it was still fascinating.

[The evil god, ‘Kali,’ says that our dark knight might break if you keep pushing too hard. She recommends you knead more gently.]

Though Kali, watching from the outside, was clearly getting impatient and making a fuss, I was only in awe of Charlotte’s strong frame as I touched her. With the certainty that I could never break her bones no matter how hard I tried, I felt I could safely increase the pressure of the massage.

"Ugh... Mmm... Heheh..."

Even so, Charlotte wasn’t in pain at all. Instead, she let out sweet moans of satisfaction, clearly enjoying it.

'It feels like I'm playing with a doll, not a person.'

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At this point, I even started doubting if this was really a human body. Wasn’t it just a high-quality mannequin? A sweet, milk-scented mannequin? The thought crossed my mind until Charlotte giggled, snapping me out of my daze.

"Hey, what’s this, Mister? How are you so good at massages?" "Huh?" "I only used the coupon because I wanted to see you embarrassed, but I was really surprised. You're so good at it!" "....."

So she finally admitted it. I knew it. By the way, she seemed extremely satisfied with the massage, which pleased me. When customer satisfaction is high, it naturally makes you want to work harder.

"Mister, are you a professional?" "No, I'm not. I'm not a professional, I just practiced a lot through image training." "Image training? You mean the kind where you imagine it in your head? Can that really make you this good?" "It depends on how desperate you are." "Aha...!"

In my case, I spend every day fantasizing about how to massage Charlotte and Yulia, how to stretch them, so it wasn’t a surprise that I had reached expert level through image training. Of course, it seemed I had some natural talent too.

"Hehe. I should've done this sooner. This feels really good... Ahh..."

"..."

Turning towards the now-silent Yulia and Yuria, Charlotte spoke, dragging out her words as though to make sure they heard her.

Even I couldn’t deny her tone was infuriating.

As expected, Yulia was glaring at me, her teeth clenched. The moment our eyes met, she quickly turned her head as if she hadn't noticed, but there was no hiding her puffed-up cheeks.

"Yulia, do you want one too? Mister's massage coupon?" "No, nooo... Not at all...!" "Heheh..." "Wait, did I just say that out loud when I was zoning out? That I was jealous?" "No. I didn’t hear anything like that." "Phew. Thank goodness...! Ah, no! Anyway! I didn’t think I was jealous at all! I don’t want it!"

Yulia panicked and started flailing her arms, denying everything. Charlotte, though, gave a smug laugh, finding it amusing.

"I see. Really? If you wanted it, I was going to give you at least one." "...What?" "If you say no, then I won’t give it to you. Oh well, I saved a coupon." "Wait a second. Charlotte." "Hmm? What is it?" "I didn’t say I didn’t want it..."

"..."

Yulia, with a slightly angry expression, approached me with an exaggerated pout, trying to act nonchalant, but her face was even redder than before, clearly embarrassed.

"Hmm? Really? Do you want one?" "Ugh..." "Sigh. Yulia, if you're not honest, I’m not giving it to you. You need to show a bit of courage." "Ugh...!"

With a look on her face that seemed to say 'just kill me now,' Yulia hesitated, thinking for a moment, before finally speaking.

"I... I want it... Aslan’s massage coupon... If you give it to me, I’ll be really, really grateful..." "Heheh! You should’ve said that sooner! Alright! Here you go!"

"Ugh...!"

I handed the coupon to Yulia, who bowed deeply before quickly running off without looking back.

"Ah!"

Apparently embarrassed, Yulia didn’t even look up and ran into the wall, letting out a cute little groan as she rubbed her forehead before continuing her escape.

Charlotte couldn't help but burst out laughing at the sight.

"Maybe I was a little too harsh. Yulia doesn’t usually say stuff like that when I’m around." "Exactly. That’s why I made her do it. Otherwise, Yulia would always keep her mouth shut, waiting for someone to read her mind, and she’d turn into a frustrating child." "...."

It was such a valid point that I lost my words. Truly... Just acting tsundere doesn't make someone a real tsundere. Someone has to forcibly bring out the dere part for it to be complete.

It seems that Charlotte had been playing that role all along. I hadn't realized that Yulia had become so honest recently. I hadn’t expected it was Charlotte’s doing.

"Well... Thanks." "Heheh! You're welcome!"

Charlotte shrugged her shoulders, as if she immediately understood what I was thanking her for. She usually seemed a little slow on the uptake, but when it counted, she was impressively sharp.

I patted her head and, finishing with a little pinch on her soft, rice cake-like cheek, concluded the massage.

"Alright. That’s the end." "Yeah! I’m going to go comfort Yulia, who’s probably sulking in her room, kicking the blankets around!"

"Right..."

With a smile, Charlotte dashed off towards the direction Yulia had run, but then she paused, as if she had forgotten something, and turned back toward me, signaling for me to lean down.

"Come to think of it, since Yulia had a lot of good things happen to her, I think I should be a bit greedy... Ah, whatever!"

"...!?"

[The evil god, ‘Kali,’ says she’s touched and shedding tears of joy.]

Charlotte suddenly jumped on me, hugging me tightly around the neck and kissing me on the cheek. The sound of the kiss echoed in the lounge, and when she let go, her face was flushed with embarrassment, something I rarely saw from her.

"It’s a thank you for the massage!"

With that final declaration, Charlotte hurried off again, leaving me in a daze, still feeling the warmth of her soft, moist lips on my cheek.

‘Is it okay for someone to be this happy...?’

Charlotte’s kiss on the cheek. Even now, I was stunned. I wondered if it was alright to experience so much happiness in such a short time. I almost felt that if I were run over by a carriage tomorrow, I wouldn’t have a complaint to make.

Heh.

A laugh escaped my lips uncontrollably, and as I turned my head, I noticed someone I had forgotten for a moment.

"Charlotte... My Charlotte..." "Oh, you scared me."

Yuria, looking pale and muttering the same thing over and over like a dying person, was slumped over. She looked so awful, I wondered if Charlotte’s kiss had put her into a faint.

Yuria and I shared a slight bond. Although the type of affection was different, our care for the children was the same, and I couldn’t help but feel sympathy for her.

"Snap out of it, Yuria." "Yes... Oh, Count. My apologies. I must’ve let myself get disheveled during my shift..." "No, no. If you want it, take it." "Oh. No. It's fine. I don’t need a massage coupon from you... I’m doing fine with stretching myself."

"This is Charlotte’s massage coupon. If you use it, Charlotte will give you the massage."

"...!?"

When I offered the coupon, Yuria shook her head at first, but then her eyes widened when she realized it was Charlotte’s.

She read the text on the coupon carefully, one word at a time, and suddenly her energy returned.

"Th-thank you, Count! I’ll definitely repay this favor!" "You don’t have to go that far. Don't worry about it." "No! This is something you can’t buy with money! I’ll repay this! Please let me have it!"

"Uh, okay..."

Her loyal gaze was a little too much for me, so I quickly handed the coupon back to her.

Yuria... Sometimes, she felt familiar, but other times, she was strangely distant.

But with this much intensity, I understood why she was the protagonist in such a trashy game.