Chapter 24: Massage

'Isn't this exactly what I wanted?!' Arthur couldn't help but inwardly cheer. Wasn't this the best possible outcome he could have expected upon coming into this room? Sure he could have learnt how to clean or cook, two skills Arthur already excelled at in an attempt to slowly bond with the woman, but this proposition allowed him to skip the small talk and jump right into the contact stage of a relationship.

"O-ok," Arthur gave a shaky response of approval. No matter how hard he tried to resist it, the overwhelming sensuality that poured out of the beautiful marquis had a hold over both his mind and body. Arthur wanted to touch her, feel her, be one with her in a mirrored version of the desires that manifested within the woman. He didn't know whether this feeling was a construct of his bloodline or one from the mind that had fallen to the temptations before him, nor did Arthur care. He was too absorbed with the image of a bare-chested Vienna that his mind projected to give a damn about rationality. He certainly didn't want to gain his cognisance that replayed the harrowing scene of the decimated body's on repeat, wasn't this feeling a good thing? Wasn't this an escape from the hell that would likely plague his mind the moment he left this paradise?

Upon receiving Arthur's acceptance, Vienna fell flat upon her presumed monster hide sofa that fully embraced her perfect body within its plump rolls, her now hidden face a deep, almost volcanic shade of red. At the same time, her heart rapidly beat in preparation for what was to come. 'HE SAID YES!!' Vienna inwardly screamed in a fit of childish glee she had never experienced before, a broad, brilliant never before seen smile plastered across her concealed face, 'hehehe,' The mother began to uncontrollably giggle, right now she just felt so happy, Vienna had never experienced such joy such unreserved glee once in her life, even when Vienna had given birth to her two daughters, an event said to be the happiest moment of a parent's life she never felt as happy as she did right now.

Looking at the clear signs presented to Arthur to approach the woman, Arthur strode over to the face-down figure of Vienna, his steps uneven, almost drunken. While his gaze was tunnel-visioned on the beauty before him, from her exposed back courtesy of her lacy dress all the way to her plump behind, at this moment, Vienna was the only thing that occupied his mind.

"Umm, what should I do?" Arthur stated, interrupting the joyous antics of the inwardly screaming woman that lay underneath him. He had positioned himself directly to the right side of Vienna's torso seeing it unfit to climb upon the woman's back or, moreover, backside no matter how much his body willed it.

"Oh…umm," Vienna softly hummed a dazed response, her mind once again becoming filled with the sole image of the boy while her nose became enraptured with what could only be called a divine smell. If Vienna smelled like the presumed drink of the gods to the young Arthur, then to Vienna, Arthur smelled like a field of the most sensual flowers to have ever existed. It seems like the boy's worry over the miasma was for nought.

"Errr…mmm," Vienna gently moaned, sending a sudden bolt of euphoria down the frozen spine of the red-cheeked Arthur. 'She moaned, she just moaned,' Arthur couldn't help but stammer, his ears and mind working in seamless tandem to replay the sensual sound over and over, corrupting him and bringing him into a pit of helpless lust.

Arthur wanted to revel in this pit, in this sensation of pure ecstasy that racked his body for as long as possible. Was this bliss heaven? Arthur didn't know, but whatever it was he was currently experiencing, he never wanted it to end.

However, just as quickly as this temptation presented itself, it vanished as the boy was forcefully dragged out of this well of depravity by the soft hum of an answer that Vienna stammered out through suppressed breaths.

"Just umm…maybe put your hands around my shoulder," Vienna gently moaned, her answer more in line with a request from a lover rather than a teacher's stern directions.

Vienna, the woman William called a cold-hearted, unfeeling bitch was too lost in her own carnal lust to keep her thoughts rational anymore. She was clueless. Vienna didn't know what she wanted to do, nor had she ever known. Sure she had taught massage lessons to the head maid of the household before, but for some reason, right now, all memories of such an event failed to surface in the front of her mind. All her senses were currently too preoccupied with the child that loomed over her panting heated body to remember such a tedious event. She wanted to smell him, to hear his soft breaths, to feel his gentle touch…to taste him, to care about anything anymore.

*gulp* Arthur audibly gulped, his heart rate soaring while his face quickly dyed itself in an unimaginably bright red. If this was an anime right now, surely there would have been faint traces of steam erupting from the boy's fried mind. His hands were shaky, his breaths uncontrolled and rapid. He was going to do it. He was going to touch Vienna. His hands that had been soiled in the dirty blood of Charlotte's victims not even half an hour earlier were going to taint the soft, unblemished skin of the seductress before him…this…this was an act against god…this was progress.

With each millisecond passed, Arthur's softly trembling hands drew nearer and nearer to the snow-white planes of Vienna's exposed shoulder that were now littered with the sweet mildew of her sweat. Arthur's nostrils flared in an involuntary attempt to inhale more of the woman's otherworldly scent, making his mind spin in arousal. He wanted to jump her, mount her and claim Vienna as his. However, with his lacklustre lower body at the moment, Arthur knew that this lustful thought was nothing more than the mere fantasy of a previously hormonal boy, and it was with this lascivious desire that his shaking hands finally made first contact with the snow planet that was Vienna's beautifully rounded shoulders.

*Temble**Shudder* Like a bolt of lightning struck, both Arthur's and Vienna's bodies released an involuntary shake of delight, their already rapid breaths became even more sporadic and heated, with the amount of perspiration in the room quickly turning the spacious area into a makeshift sauna.

Vienna's body twitched, her hips momentarily rising up from their plastered position on the monster hide sofa before quickly returning to their now sodden place of residence. A new, much more delightful scent added itself to the mixture of smells that filled the sauna-like room.

"MMM!" Vienna screamed in suppressed ecstasy, her teeth firmly pressed against her lips to silence her panting breaths, 'WHAT'S GOING ON!!' Vienna inwardly screamed, another bolt of ecstasy running through her already shaking body, 'AND WHY DOES THIS FEEL SO GOOD~!' The mother moaned the moment the sensation faded, her cheeks a never-before-seen shade of brilliant scarlet that mirrored the hue of the panting boy looming over her.

Arthur's legs were weak, and he was short on breath. With every touch the two shared, the sense of desire and lust only seemed to increase. It was as if the mere act of touching one another was the greatest form of intercourse on earth for the pair. 'This has to be because of our bloodline,' Arthur affirmed through gritted teeth, a glimmer of sweat falling off his pasty forehead and onto the unblemished skin of the woman below him, who gave an uncontrollable squirm of delight upon feeling the new stimuli, 'but what type of bloodline connection do we have to share to feel pleasure like this, this is inhumane, I can hardly keep rational,' Arthur inwardly moaned as his hand's continued to mould the soft flesh of the panting Vienna, a cloud of thick vapour erupting around the panting couple.

'As far as I know, the main character never experienced such a sensation with his bloodline attractions. Is this something unique to us?' Arthur continued, 'Maybe it has something to do with our actual bloodline…whatever it is.' He monologued, making an inward vow to later browse the assorted library of the Zepar family in hopes of finding out the cause of this strange phenomenon through the use of a family tree. If Arthur could find out the origins and all the bloodlines this family has ever held, surely he'd be able to decipher whatever Vienna's was and, in conjunction…his own.

"More!" Vienna released a low growl of delight. This wasn't enough to satisfy her anymore. She was tired of the foreplay. She wanted to feel Arthur more. She wanted to feel his everything.

{+3 Love (Vienna Zepar)}

{+600 (Affection points)

And as if in response to the mother's cries of affection, Arthur felt the carefully placed seals on his rationality shatter. His mind, which had been barely held together up to this point, gave in to the lust that plagued him like the previous miasma. There was no point resisting anymore, was there? Wouldn't it be fine if he just moved his hands down a little lower? This was still all an attempt to seduce Vienna, after all. Surely it wouldn't matter if he divulged the wishes of the woman who so sensually begged for his touch. Couldn't he just play it all off as him performing his act as a perfect servant?

'No!' Arthur resolutely commanded, pulling back his left hand that had begun to snakily make its way down the exposed back of the panting marquis. 'If I do that type of shit now, I'll just be ruining my chances with Vienna. I don't want her to think of me as just a servant of some job-obliged idiot who'll do anything I'm told…And above all, I don't want to make things awkward for us just yet. If I really did oblige her wishes and we both ended up getting carried away in this weird scenario, I doubt she'd ever want to meet with me again, she'd be too embarrassed, and she'd probably start hating herself for forcing herself upon a child…And I don't want her to hate me. I don't want to lose out on seducing her this early into my life. She's too valuable' Arthur monologued, his motions on the mother's back coming to an abrupt halt.

"Ummm…I'm sorry, mistress Vienna, but my hands are starting to hurt. Do you mind if we take a quick break," Arthur stammered, his repressed heated breaths erupting out of his agape mouth in a fog-like manner.

"Huh," Vienna muttered. She hadn't heard a single word that had spilt forth from the peasant's mouth this entire time, nor his plea to simply end the session. How could she when she was in such a state? So then, why was she reacting now of all times to Arthur's half-hearted sentiment…well to put it simply, she wasn't. Even now, Vienna wasn't aware of anything that the ferociously panting Arthur had said. Still, the one thing she was conscious of was the fact that the pleasure that had been so readily pouring into her body, filling her mind with thoughts solely of lust and sensuality, had come to a stop.

'What's going on?' Vienna dreamily commented, her mind that had previously been on cloud nine quickly falling from its place amongst the heavens and returning to its usual temperament. She was confused, wasn't she supposed to be getting a massage from Arthur right now, so then why was she not feeling anything except a lingering sense of warmth that seemed to plague her lower half? Had they already finished their session?

Confused, Vienna promptly pulled her saliva-caked face out of the many roles of the monster-hide sofa, leaving the expensive piece of furniture caked in a pool of her fluids. Her brilliant emerald eyes appeared cloudy with the faint image of a heart present in their misty visage while strands of drool traced down her agape mouth, with a thin rope of saliva connecting her separated lips. Vienna's appearance right now could only be described as devilish. With her ruffled brown hair and lustful gaze, any man would feel something towards the pining mother.

'This is bad,' Arthur quickly commented, his heart skipping a beat upon seeing the sensual figure of the already beautiful Vienna, 'I need to end this now, or I really will end up fucking this all up,' He readily commented, attempting to calm his steamy breaths that seemed to intermingle with the heated gasps of the dazed Vienna.

"Mistress Vienna?" Arthur meekly called, his shaky voice taking even himself by surprise.

"Hmmm?" Vienna whimsically nodded, her ears not digesting a single syllable that spilt forth from Arthur's docile call. How could she when all her mind focused on was the boy's perfect face, from his cute cheeks to his enchanting brown eyes? Vienna found herself instantly charmed by her own delusional view of the otherwise gaunt figure of Arthur, 'Has Arthur always looked this…this beautiful? This charming…This loveable?' Vienna found herself mindlessly commenting, the surrounding room that she had so perfectly sculpted to be presentable for this day vanishing from her gaze that honed itself upon Arthur's seemingly otherworldly features, 'is this what love does to someone,' The mother continued, unaware of the absurdness of her statement that dripped with a sensual undertone.

{+3 Love (Vienna Zepar)}

{+600 Affection points}

"Enna, VIENNA!" That was until she heard a call. From the very depths of her mind, she heard the voice of the boy that seemed to claim every single inch of her otherwise full brain, and he was calling her, not in his usual formal tone, but simply by her first name….like a lover would.

"Huh," Vienna jolted awake, erupting forth from her lust-induced stupor. Her gaze was met with the worried but still clouded eyes of her partner in this whole situation, Arthur.

'Does he want something?' Vienna half-heartedly questioned, the sudden urge to retreat back into the pestering emotions that previously plagued her once again making their appearance in the forefront of her mind along with a cloud of pink that seemed to swirl around the concerned figure of Arthur, attracting her gaze and bringing her into this weird pink world of delusions.

"Are you ok?" Arthur gently asked, his words unintentionally coming off like a prince to Vienna's damsel in distress, as a weird aura of roses added themselves to Vienna's delusional pink world.

*Bathump* Vienna's heart gave a sudden jolt of surprise while her head spun in an attempt to make sense of her current predicament. Why was he asking if she was ok? Wasn't she absolutely fine right now? There was nothing wrong with her health or dress or anything of the sort at the moment, was there? Vienna couldn't help but anxiously question such things, her mind honing in on the rather mundane answers to Arthur's query while her eyes focused upon her ruffled dress and squirming thighs that seemed to await the warm touch of the boy that patiently awaited her response. What had Arthur done to her to make her body crave his touch so eagerly…and more importantly, what could she do to make it happen again.

"I-I think so," Vienna blushingly responded, her voice gentle and caring while also carrying a faint hint of embarrassment, a stark contrast to her usual teasing and overwise distant tone that she took with the rest of her family. Right now, she was truly like a school girl experiencing her first love.

'Cute…' Arthur dumbly mumbled, all thoughts of his previous motives momentarily vanishing from his panicked mind to be replaced by the ever so tempting blushing figure of Charlotte and Iris's mother. However, this sensation dissipated as soon as it came as, with a quick shake of his head and a light snap to his face, Arthur managed to snap himself out of the pink world that had begun to encroach upon his vision and regain his previous momentum in his effort towards ending today's "Lesson" if it could even be called that anymore.

"Well then, I know I'm not in a position to ask anything of you, mistress Vienna…But do you mind if we stop today's lesson…My hands are starting to hurt," Arthur pleaded, falling back upon his childish appearance and thereby innocence to make his case towards the stunned mother. Her gaze quickly darted around the room before stopping at a nearby clock, the hands of which told her all she needed to know.

They had been here for hours, and yet, to both present, it felt like seconds. Just by being near one another, the time that usually held so much value to the relatively young Marquis had vanished without so much as her consent…yet she didn't hate this fact. No, for some reason, Vienna felt a strange sense of completeness with the knowledge that she had allocated so much of her greatest asset towards this young boy…And Arthur was just happy that he had managed to avoid Charlotte for so long.

'I suppose it's fine to end thing's here,' Vienna silently affirmed, a slight bout of sadness running through her mind at the mere thought of being separated from the young boy. Yet, alas, separations and partings were part of life. And Vienna knew this full well, so, with a repressed sense of anguish Vienna opened her trembling lips to give confirmation to the stoically waiting boy.

"Fine, I suppose we can end today's lesson here," She declared, her heart responding with a thump of anguish while her previously heated chest suddenly cooled. This hurt, Vienna didn't understand why, but this sense of parting, this sense of separation, pained the young mother. A pain Vienna had never once felt in her life was being inflicted upon her with the mere thought of separating from the young Arthur, a boy, a seven-year-old child.

And with her words, Arthur quickly turned his back on the paralysed woman. He had to escape this room as soon as possible…before those thoughts resurfaced, each second he stayed in this den of lust was a second Arthur risked falling back into the pit of depravity he had worked so hard to climb out of.

However, just as he was about to reach the monolith of a door that marked both his entry into this domain of lust and exit, he turned, for what reason was unknown, or at least it should have stayed that way if not for the unmistakable glint of greed that shone in the dirty brown irises of the peasant. Yes, at this very moment, Arthur remembered his initial purpose in this meeting besides getting closer to one of his targets, and that was money. Despite having "Worked" in the Zepar's household for over a month now, he still had not received so much as a copper coin for his efforts.

"Mistress Vienna?" Arthur suddenly called, his tone of voice unusually soft, as if to appear weak, almost desperate in his time of need.

Startled, the heartbroken maiden lifted her downtrodden head to stare at the still beet-red face of the young boy solely responsible for her inner turmoil, dirty brown locked with brilliant emerald, as Vienna found herself entranced in Arthur's almost ephemeral visage.

Arthur wanted something from her, that fact she was sure of, but what could it be? Vienna couldn't help but ponder such a thought, was it money? No, that clearly wasn't it, or rather such an easy answer never presented itself to the mother's lust-driven mind, so then…Was it her?

"Yes?" Vienna absentmindedly called, her chest suddenly feeling like the surface of this world's many suns, all the while her saddened, slovenly breaths returned to their previously rapid pace. She wanted to know what Arthur desired and if that manifestation of greed was something she could fulfil, whether it be with her pocket…or her body,

However, this sense of expectation would be immediately crushed by the former peasant's following plea. "When am I going to get paid?" Arthur deadpanned, his previous expression of suppressed lust now nowhere to be found upon the boy's otherwise average face that seemed to shine like the finest of diamonds to the starstruck mother.

"Eh?" Vienna blankly blurted, the last remaining hopes of running off with the seven-year-old servant now a distant and all be it embarrassing thought to the borderline single mother and a belief that would instantly propel itself to the forefront of the maiden's mind the moment her company exited the room, ridiculing her for even thinking of getting her hope's up while also grounding Vienna with the realisation of her desire-driven beliefs. 'O-of course, Arthur wants to know when he's getting paid. What are you thinking, Vienna!' The mother couldn't help but inwardly chide, all the while her face began to morph into an embarrassing shade of bright crimson.

"I-I can pay you now if you want," Vienna blurted, her tongue feeling like a foreign substance in the mother's estranged mouth, blocking her words and making her look like a fool to the boy she assumed paid so much attention to her.

"Really!" Arthur exclaimed, the greed behind his dirty eyes now becoming even more apparent, so much so that if anyone other than Vienna were to see the boy right now, they would call him out on his current antics. Yet, alas, Vienna wasn't that other person now was she, so instead of feeling disgusted by the child's mysterious explosion of joy for something he really shouldn't hold too much value in, she instead became enraptured by Arthur's seemingly blinding expression.

{+2 Love (Vienna Zepar)}

{+400 Affection points}

"Y-yes," Vienna meekly called, suddenly feeling embarrassed from all the attention she was experiencing from the money-grubbing boy. Her hands found themselves reaching for a nearby cabinet that bordered the expensive monster hide couch, snaking their way to the draw and pulling it open in one brisk movement before stuffing themselves inside and pulling out a weighty bag of metal, its sweet clangs sounding like the most angelic of tunes to the wide-eyed Arthur's ears.

"I was meant to give this to you earlier," Vienna blushingly remarked, her outstretched hand directed to the frozen figure of Arthur, who jumpily made his way back to the blindingly red-faced Vienna.

"Thank you," Arthur gratefully commented, his cupped hands reaching for the outstretched leather bag and accidentally colliding with the snow-white skin of Vienna, inadvertently sending a jolt of ethereal pleasure down the spines of the interlinked pair.

"I-I should be going now, then," Arthur heaved, recoiling from the panting woman whose lust-filled eyes sent shivers down the boy's damaged nerves. He was like prey to the predatory woman, who, with her overwhelming strength, could easily have her way with the prodigious child whether Arthur liked it or not.

Reaching for the golden door handle, Arthur gave it a quick tug and departed from the exquisite room, leaving the sour mother alone and stunned, her mind a storm of chaotic thoughts, all of which revolved around the image of the enchanting Arthur.

Vienna remained in this state for what seemed like minutes to the mother when in reality, it was hours, her mind forcefully exposing her to the same repeating playback of her sensual desires from the way she wanted to prey upon the vulnerable Arthur, claiming the boy as hers and disregarding the attention such an act would receive, to how she wanted to simply spend all her time gazing at his mesmerising figure that seemed to stimulate every neuron in her otherwise perfect mind.

'What was I thinking,' Vienna blushingly sighed, snapping out of her trance-like state and returning to her previously cold disposition, though one thing remained from her and Arthur's brief escapade, and that was the wetness that currently plagued the mother's things and the burning heat in her chest that she would later go on to forcibly quell with her mind once again filled with delusions of the child and her room filled with the echoes of absolute pleasure.

{+5 Love (Vienna Zepar)}

{+1000 Affection points}

On the other hand, Arthur left the Marquise's quarters with his pockets considerably heavier and his smile infinitely brighter. However, these weren't the only two gifts the boy had been graced with, as unknown to Arthur, a minuscule invisible heart-shaped mark began to sprout above the boy's groin while his eyes flashed in a deep, enchanting purple light. He had been marked or instead chosen to be the queen succubus's one and only mate.