38. Massage.

Two people watched Noah's figure leave, what just happened was truly unimaginable.

Luna asked with concern.

"Liora, little sister, are you still in pain?"

Liora shook head, and seriously said.

"No, I'm fine, seems I was too timid. The Manor Lord… he's not… a bad person."

At this moment, the token suddenly lit up, floating in mid-air as if waiting for something. Liora reached out to touch the token, her whole body involuntarily lifting off the ground, sadness, fear, worry, calculations, no longer mattered, a comfortable feeling spread through her body. Liora only felt everything was possible. Vision, perspective gradually changed, understanding those things, events, everything she had experienced.

Around, the scenery changed.

Looking at those glowing particles floating gently. Each particle was an opportunity, just needed to reach out to take it. Slowly, a fair, sweet arm raised, fingers opened. As if summoned, a sphere of light slowly fell into her hand. The moment the sphere touched, the scenery gradually returned to normal. It was a small egg, white with brown spots, looking very ordinary…

Looking at the egg in hand, it didn't seem powerful, but Liora could feel the immense life force inside. It was eagerly yearning to come out.

Standing beside, Luna was silent, a bit jealous.

"Just now, the Manor Lord helped you, you're so lucky. I want that too. What's inside this egg?"

Liora gazed at the egg, enchanted, the more she looked, the more she loved it.

"Luna, sister, I don't know… But, I feel it's about to hatch. It suits me, feels strange…"

Liora looked at Luna with concern. Although only together for one or two days, this sister was kind, didn't abandon her in danger.

"Oh, sister, try to get token recognition soon. Then you can start developing quickly. Or, ask the Manor Lord for help…"

Seeing Liora care for her like this, Luna's heart warmed.

"My lovely little sister, you're like this, no wonder the Manor Lord cherishes you, cares for you so much… but me, asking for help, I wonder if he'd dislike me?"

"Sister, don't worry, I'll stand up to protect you then. I, Liora, swear."

Seeing this little sister so resolute and swearing, Luna chuckled.

"Alright, I'll find a chance. This time, I might need my lovely little sister to help."

"And just now, the Manor Lord said to eat. So, let's go there and see…"

…

On the way back to the room, a sweet, pure, innocent fragrance lingered on the clothes. This girl, 14 years old, already knows how to choose a scent that suits her age. Or did Lalatina choose it for her? Could smell this fragrance all day. And that arm, so soft, if she massaged me later, it'd be perfect, yes, yes.

Close contact with such beauties, this body can't handle it. Too hot…

Tissue… oh, this manor, no tissues. And they call it fully equipped.

Fine, use the old way, run a few laps.

A while later…

Noah returned to the room, calves aching, body exhausted, heartbeat chaotic… Holding the Manor Lord token.

"Lalatina, Luna, Liora, come to my room, I have matters."

…

Just a few minutes later, three maidens appeared, standing in a row, Liora leading, saying.

"Manor Lord, what are your orders?"

Lying face-down on the bed, face slightly red, but Noah's words were clear, no hint of embarrassment.

"You came at the right time, come massage for me. I just did intense exercise. Body hasn't moved in a while, feeling a bit uncomfortable."

"Why are you looking at each other? Or do you not know how to massage?"

"Right, Lalatina, massage my shoulders. Liora, my back, and Luna, my calves."

Lying face-down on the bed, feeling each comfortable, pleasant sensation, the fragrance of beauties lingering…

"Lalatina, faster force, Liora, too little strength, you can sit on it. Luna, no need to hesitate, stronger."

Lying face-down, arms and legs spread, in a posture awaiting dissection.

Noah felt like in paradise, eyes squinting with a smile, mouth constantly moaning.

"Oh, oh, right there…"

"Aaaaaa… blissful…"

"Liora, you really sat on it… Oh, fine… keep going…"

"Luna, just stroke the calves, no need to go lower… Higher is fine…"

"Lalatina, can you massage the muscles behind my neck, that part's uncomfortable too… Ah, not there… here."

Intending to lift right arm to point at the nape, suddenly hand hit a soft, elastic obstacle, unclear what it was. Instinctively touching, rubbing… Then turning to look.

Realizing where the hand was, face serious… Hand quickly left, pointing to the nape.

"Here. I have itchy hair… you mustn't… touch randomly…"