Goodbye Saintess (by Edelweiss W.S.) novel Chapter 43

“Feeling better?” I asked.

Rhea sat up, her long, fair legs stretched out toward me with an almost casual ease. She shook her head, wincing. “No.” Her pained expression made me feel sorry for her. “No? Hmm… Lie down. I’ll give you a massage that could help.”

I had used this massage technique on Hera several times before. As the CEO of Edge Inc., she constantly attended business events where alcohol flowed freely. Even for a good drinker like her, it was overwhelming. She often came home pretty drunk. Alcohol always triggered gastric problems for her. I was the one who took care of her when that happened. Over time, I developed a massage method so effective that even Hera, stingy with praise, would compliment me on it.

“A massage? Ooh, which part?” A knowing smile spread across her face. She pointed at her legs and traced upward toward her chest. “Which part?”

No way. None of those areas were where I wanted my hands. She kept imagining me as some kind of pervert.

“I’m serious, Rhea. It’s a massage–literally. I’m going to massage your stomach,” I said. “Now lie down. If you’re uncomfortable, you don’t have to undress.”

“Whatever you say, Mr. Impatient.” She winked cheekily and lay down willingly, starting to remove her clothes. She even began taking off her bra.

“Wait, what are you doing? We don’t need to remove that!” I pressed her hands down quickly before it was too late.

“Huh? So you really meant the most boring kind of massage?” she muttered, a little confused.

“Yes! That’s exactly why I said ‘literally.‘ Look, I’m not the kind of guy who thinks with his pee–pee, okay? I’m not like that. Now cover yourself with a blanket before you catch a cold. Wait here.”

I pulled the cover over her and wrapped it around her body, then headed to the bathroom to prepare a warm towel. It helped maximize the massage’s effectiveness.

While I was gone, Rhea turned toward me, her eyes suddenly bright with clarity. She looked relieved.

“Not that kind of guy, huh? All the more reason to hold onto you and never let go…”

By the time I returned with a pail of warm water and a towel, she had already closed her eyes. I lifted the cover from her stomach and rubbed the area with the warm towel. Then I warmed my palms by rubbing my hands together and began massaging. I had done this so many times it felt automatic.

“Oh, this feels so good. I don’t feel so sick anymore,” she purred. “I didn’t know you were genuinely good at this. I thought you were just looking for an excuse to cop a feel.”

“Duh. A professional masseur might not even match my skills,” I replied softly. “I’m glad it’s working. Try to sleep now. I’ll do a few more rounds.”

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