Warrior Training System

Chapter 106: Working for reward

"Aren't you a little too eager...?" Lucy teased, a smirk playing on her lips as Cassian led her to the nearest hotel. Now, they stood in the room, his eyes fixed on the bed.

Cassian brushed off her remark and replied, "Miss Lucy, you'll have to take off your clothes for the massage…"

"Oh, really?" Lucy asked, her amusement clear as she set her bag aside. "Does the Lady take off her clothes too, or am I special?"

"You're special," Cassian said with a wide grin, skillfully hiding the fact that Lady Katherine had done the same—and that their sessions had gone well beyond just massages.

"Well then, the reward you receive has to be special too..." Lucy teased, a playful smile curving her lips as she unhooked her skirt. It slid down her hips, pooling around her feet with a soft rustle, revealing her thighs in their full, unrestrained glory.

Cassian's gaze drank in the sight of her legs—thick, inviting, and covered in a soft, velvety layer of flesh. Unlike Katherine's sleek, athletic build, Lucy's thighs were a perfect blend of softness and subtle strength. They were undeniably generous, with a plushness that rippled slightly as she shifted her weight, giving them a gentle jiggle that spoke of their warmth and inviting nature.

Yet beneath that pillowy layer of softness, there was a hint of firmness—a strength that came from a life that was far from idle. Her thighs weren't just all softness; they held a layer of muscle underneath, giving them a subtle contour that made them feel powerful yet indulgently soft at the same time.

It was as though her thighs were made to be both comforting and commanding, with those faint dips where the muscle met the curves of her flesh.

The slight indentations of dimpled fat along the sides added to their allure, giving them a more natural, human touch—reminding Cassian that this softness came from the real world, a world that could be held and squeezed. And oh, how he longed to do just that, to bury his face between those pillowy, powerful legs and feel their weight close in around him, to lose himself in their warmth.

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As his eyes traveled upward, he caught sight of her dark brown panties, their bands pressing lightly into her thighs, creating a gentle, squished effect that highlighted the plushness even more. The lace fabric hugged her form snugly, offering tantalizing glimpses of the skin beneath, a hint of her dark curls peeking through the intricate patterns.

"I should probably take these off too, right?" Lucy teased, slipping her fingers into the waistband of her panties. She tugged them down slightly, just enough to give Cassian a teasing glimpse of the skin beneath—a contrast of pale softness peeking out beneath the dark curls of her pubic hair.

The way her movements revealed and concealed in turns made the moment feel electric, her smile playful as she watched his reaction.

To her surprise, Cassian shook his head with a calm smile. "You can keep them on, Miss Lucy. Just take off whatever makes you more comfortable—I can work around the rest."

Lucy raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued, but nodded. She slipped off her jacket and unbuttoned a few buttons of her shirt, revealing a deep cleavage framed by a brown lacy bra that matched her panties. The fabric pressed her breasts together, creating a tantalizing view as she settled back, curiosity still lingering in her gaze.

"What should I do now?" Lucy asked, starting to feel a bit more at ease after loosening her shirt.

"Just lie down, face down or face up—wherever you want the massage to start," Cassian replied, watching her with a keen eye. As she made her way toward the bed, her hips swayed with each step, causing her butt to jiggle slightly under the fabric of her panties. The sight held his attention, a tempting preview of the massage to come.

"How about starting with my shoulders? They've been giving me quite a bit of trouble lately..." Lucy suggested, her voice soft and a little playful. She moved over to the bed and lay down on her stomach, settling in with a small sigh.

As she rested on the bed, her position accentuated her curves in all the right ways. Her large breasts pressed firmly against the mattress, flattening slightly under her weight, while the pressure pushed her back upward in a smooth arch. The curve of her back led down to her narrow waist, where the dip was pronounced, emphasizing the softness of her form and the natural line of her spine.

From her waist, her hips rose again, flowing into her full, round buttocks.

Her backside, clad in those brown lace panties, looked almost as if it was suspended in the air—perched a little higher than her back, the swell of her soft cheeks creating a gentle, inviting rise. The lace fabric dug slightly into the plush skin of her buttocks, giving them an even more raw and enticing appeal.

The way the lace clung to her, molding around the curves, made the scene all the more mesmerizing.

Cassian admired the view, but there was a slight problem—he wasn't as skilled at massaging shoulders as he was with other areas like the waist or lower back. When Lucy asked him to start with her shoulders, it caught him a bit off guard. It wasn't that he couldn't give her a decent shoulder massage; he just knew he could do much better work on her lower body.

He decided to give it a try regardless. Slowly, he slid her shirt down off her shoulders, revealing her smooth, pale skin. Her bra straps had left slight marks, pressing into her skin just enough to cause a hint of redness. Without missing a beat, he gently loosened the straps and unhooked her bra.

Lucy blinked in surprise, raising an eyebrow as she glanced back at him. "You unhooked that pretty fast, huh?" she teased, a playful smirk tugging at her lips.

Cassian chuckled softly, a bit of embarrassment coloring his cheeks as he began to knead her shoulders gently. "Well, I had a bit of practice. Lady Katherine often had me wash her clothes, so I picked up a few tricks along the way," he admitted with a sheepish smile.

Lucy's smirk widened, a playful gleam in her eyes as she turned her head slightly to look at him. "Oh, is that so? Sounds like you might've been a bit of a pervert, playing around with the lady's clothes while you were at it," she teased, her tone light but full of mischief.

"I-I didn't... I mean, I wasn't playing with them... Not like that!" Cassian stammered, struggling to keep his focus. But his eyes kept drifting to the sight of Lucy's side breasts, their soft, smooth curves pressing outward as she lay face down on the bed. They were pale and supple, with a hint of natural sag, adding to their allure.

Lucy's smirk widened, her tone filled with teasing curiosity. "Oh? Then how were you playing with them?"

Cassian felt a flicker of frustration—he wanted to fully immerse himself in the moment, to appreciate the view without being caught up in her playful taunts. But he knew better than to voice that, so he found another way to redirect the situation. Placing his hands on her shoulders, he began to knead gently, his fingers pressing into her muscles.

A small, surprised moan escaped Lucy's lips as her head lifted slightly, reacting to the relief of the massage. "Ahhh..." she sighed, her voice a mix of pleasure and the easing of tension. Cassian continued, focusing on working out the tightness in her shoulders, his hands moving smoothly over her skin, each squeeze drawing out more soft sounds from her.

As he worked, he felt her body slowly relaxing beneath his touch, her breathing shifting with the rhythm of his movements.

Soon, Lucy's teasing words faded, replaced by soft moans as Cassian worked his way down from her shoulders. He focused on the tension beneath his hands, gradually easing the tightness in her muscles. Her shoulders relaxed under his firm grip, allowing him to move lower, down to her upper back.

As he massaged, he couldn't help but admire the way her back arched slightly, her smooth curves shifting with each of his movements, the gentle flex of her muscles beneath her skin.

When he reached her lower back, Cassian's touch grew more confident—this was where he truly knew how to apply his technique. Pressing his thumbs into the sensitive area around her spine, just above her waist, he elicited a sharper, louder moan from Lucy. "Cassian... slow down..." she managed to murmur, her voice breathy from the sensations.

But Cassian didn't ease up; instead, he applied more pressure with his thumbs, moving them in slow, deliberate circles. Lucy's moans deepened, her fingers digging into the pillow beneath her, clutching it tightly. He noticed how her body tensed, then softened beneath his touch, and he leaned in slightly, a small smirk on his lips.

"You've got a lot of stress built up here, Miss Lucy," Cassian murmured, his voice low and soothing. "Let me work it out completely..." As he spoke, he slid his thumbs outward, tracing the contours of her waist from the center of her back toward her sides.

The movement was intense, bordering on painful, making her squirm beneath his touch—but the lingering, tingling sensation that followed was worth it. It sent warmth spreading through her muscles, easing them into a state of relaxation, as each stroke left her feeling both heated and then pleasantly cooled, the tension slowly melting away.