Massage Parlor for Unsatisfied Wives in Another World

”I want something more...”

My fingers began to brush against her delicate flower, which was completely exposed by the sexy black lingerie I’d put on her.

”Iris... no... N-ngh~❤️... that’s not...”

Her voice was weak, hesitant, and clearly unable to sustain the objection she was trying to form.

To me, that didn’t sound at all like an attempt to stop me.

”: ”That’s not what?...A massage?”

I moved away from her a little to get a better look and enjoy the moment.

But my fingers didn’t stop touching her.

This first contact made me realize just how cornered she was down there; she was already a hot, wet mess that seemed to be longing for my touch...

”Ah... no... wait~❤️...”

She herself was also an ambiguous mess, not knowing whether to back off or not, unable to find where she’d left the line marking the boundary.

We were in that mess she asked me to ignore and even forget... but how could I do that?

This side of my sister—with her flushed face, clouded and confused eyes, rough and ragged breathing, small traces of sweat, and small but suggestive movements—was something I’ll always remember.

And it wouldn’t end with just this.

I had to break down the last barrier, the last thing she could cling to in order to stay strong; I had to steal her only foothold.

So, after swallowing a little to moisten my throat, parched with desire, I opened my mouth.

”You realized it too late, big sister... this stopped being just a massage a long time ago... right now I’m just craving you...”

I was direct and concise, shattering any belief that this was still a massage or part of our previous agreement, making it clear that this was already something else.

A gamble?

It might seem that way because now she has no reason to continue, to put up with anything, or to let me touch her body.

But for me, this wasn’t a gamble. I was sure of my actions and of what I was doing.

”I-ris...”

My older sister Rose showed that she had no resistance to me, not even a hint of hesitation in her reactions.

My intuition is never wrong, and I know that even though she wanted to draw lines and keep everything in its place, she never really stopped me from crossing them.

”And I want you to reciprocate. Big sister, can you reciprocate?”

”Iris... and... I...”

Her voice broke at that point, caught between what she knew she should say, what she felt, what she wanted, and what her own body had already decided long before she could put it into words.

I didn’t pull away; I continued with a soft, deliberate, brazen movement, stimulating her and increasing her heat.

Her body offered no resistance to me either, and though she seemed caught in a conflict, she had unconsciously spread her legs wider, giving me better access.

”You don’t have to think about it so much...”

I spoke, but my tone wasn’t that of someone offering a suggestion, but rather pointing out something obvious that she herself was avoiding accepting.

Her breathing grew deeper and more ragged, and her fingers tensed against the surface beneath her, as if seeking a foothold that no longer fully existed.

”Iris... this... isn’t right. Mngh~”

The sentence came out incomplete in its intent, lacking the strength needed to hold up as a true objection.

There was no firmness in her tone nor direction in her words, just a belated attempt to cling to an idea that was already crumbling.

This tenacity was something to admire, and... also to break down.

Truly, she was bringing out a part of me that even I didn’t know I possessed.

The sensation of continuing to slowly corner her, trap her, and leave her with no options, was a delight.

I don’t know what kind of expression I’m making right now, given what she was provoking in me, but I continued.

”Then stop me...”

It was really fun, but as the good and considerate younger sister that I am, I gave her a choice.

”...”

The silence that followed wasn’t empty, but dense, heavy with everything she wasn’t saying.

But even so, there was a clear outcome: she did nothing to stop me.

She didn’t push my hand away.

She didn’t move away.

She didn’t give a clear refusal.

All she did was stay there, breathing unevenly, letting me stimulate her unilaterally even though I’d said it wasn’t a massage anymore, that my intentions were different.

And just when I thought she wouldn’t say anything until the very end, she spoke up...

”...I can’t...~ I don’t want to do this.”

It really surprised me; I thought she was too shy to give any kind of direct answer.

Her voice was very soft, almost as if she didn’t want to hear her own words, as if admitting it were something more final than she was ready to face.

I couldn’t describe how flushed she was at that moment.

She didn’t cross the line I’d drawn, but she didn’t stop me from dragging her past it.

Even so, when she said that, I realized something—there was a change in her confused eyes.

It surprised me because I saw a strange clarity in her.

That thing I had worked so hard to break and thought she could never get back had reappeared, but I also noticed something else.

It wasn’t a clarity that would make her stop this. It was a clarity that showed she understood what she had chosen and everything that might come after it.

That meant there wasn’t just emotion and desire involved; there was also rationality.

And that realization helped me understand her better.

If she didn’t like me, if she didn’t feel anything for me, then no matter how overwhelmed, aroused, or turned on I had made her, she would never have let me cross the line she herself had drawn.

She wasn’t someone I could mold to my whim.

I realized how arrogant I had been. We had only gotten this far because she wanted it too.

She had the capacity and the rationality to stop all of this if she had really wanted to.

She wasn’t someone who would let one part of herself drag the rest along.

Even in a situation like this, that stability and seriousness made clear the kind of life she’d led and everything she’d been through.

She was worthy of respect.

”Then there’s nothing left that can stop us...”

”...”

Even so, though I had a better understanding of her, it didn’t change the current situation.

She’s still acting very shy and nervous; if someone who didn’t know the context walked in and saw us, they’d think I was intimidating a young girl who’s ignorant of the world and inexperienced with matters between men and women.

That contrast was really driving me crazy; I couldn’t hold back any longer.

”Just accept everything I have to give you, big sister.”

I made my smile as gentle as I could, while continuing to speak seductively.

My voice fell between us softly, yet provocatively.

”Iris...”

This time my name came out differently—quieter, closer, with an emotional weight that no longer tried to hide behind doubts or warnings.

There was no protest in it anymore.

Nor was there a real warning; as I thought, she had already made her decision.

Whatever happens from here on out is consensual and free of deception; we’ll just be two people who like each other, making love in the purest way.

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POV: Third-person

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Shhhh! Sploosh... squelch...

Wet, heavy sounds spread out, echoing through the room.

The source was the only two people present—two beautiful, voluptuous women, dressed in sexy, very revealing lingerie.

One was Iris, who had aggressively climbed onto the massage bed and was on top of the shy and vulnerable Rose.

Mmppphh... muuaahh... gasp... chups

They had started with a soft, almost shy kiss, but once they tasted each other, it became increasingly intense, leaving barely any room to breathe.

The passion in both of them was at its peak, making the atmosphere in the room just as fiery and heavy.

Iris’s hands weren’t still; one was massaging and shaping Rose’s breast to her will, while the other was focused on stimulating Rose’s wetness.

Both hands were very persistent and aggressive.

Rose wasn’t far behind; as she became increasingly consumed by the sensations, she sought her own way to handle it, and her hands naturally reached for something to hold ont.

One was simply holding Iris’s waist, but the other, just like Iris’s, had found its way down and reached Iris’s sweetness, stimulating her.

They moved together, gradually losing any remaining distance between them.

The coordination came naturally, as if it weren’t their first time, to

The contact, the heat, the pressure... everything was building up and rising slowly.

Skkrrrkkk... sckshhh... plpsshhh...

The sounds grew increasingly wet and fiery; both felt the other’s heat very clearly.

There was something more than mere carnal pleasure,

Both were seeking something more fundamental in the other, a deeper, more intense, and more persistent connection.

Both seemed to want more, but they couldn’t figure out how to do it other than by deepening their passionate, intense kiss even further and moving their fingers with greater intensity.

Rose was feeling immense satisfaction and pleasure.

Her body was reacting intensely.

She felt how quickly Iris was bringing her body to the peak; in fact, she had already felt something similar during the massage, but now it was clearer, more pronounced, and she was simply losing control.

The almost suffocating kiss, along with the sensations and the unrelenting stimulation from Iris’s hands, cut off any rational thought.

For Rose, everything was already decided; before, the only thing holding her back was herself, and now, free from those constraints, nothing else mattered.

”Mmmghh!!!, mgh~❤️”

”Haaaah~, that’s it, my beautiful Rose. Don’t hold back... mnm~”

Finally, the intense kiss was broken, allowing both of them a moment to catch their breath, but it was brief because Iris, immediately and without caring about anything else, started another one right away.

Iris seemed to understand from Rose’s reactions that climax was imminent; this made her increase the intensity of her finger movements, which heightened the heat in Rose, and, like a chain reaction, Rose also increased the intensity with which she moved her fingers.

Splash! Squelch! Shhhh

The tension began to rise more intensely and explosively, along with those sounds that grew increasingly vulgar and intense.

Such sudden and strong stimulation pushed them to the limit, and they felt their pussies tremble with anticipation.

The heat and ecstasy began to give way to the anticipated release.

Thump ♥ thump

Their hearts began to pound, and both could hear it clearly, intensifying this already intense moment before reaching the peak.

At some point, Rose simply felt everything clearly: her body trembling, contracting, preparing for what was to come; her insides were also becoming a mess and releasing more and more moisture...

Ssslurp... spliiickQ... muuaah... smmmch!

”Mngh, mnnvh....Ah!!, me, Iris, me! I can’t take it anymore!!!”

Finally, Rose felt she had reached her absolute limit; her body began to tremble and contract so intensely that their kiss was forcibly broken.

”Ugh!, big sister, I’m coming too!”

Iris was also at her limit and truly on the verge of madness; she, too, had lost herself in the sensations, and in that brief moment before falling from the highest peak, the intense tension caused her to involuntarily bite Rose’s lip.

”AAAah!, Irissss!!!~❤️❤️❤️”

”Ugh! Sister Rose~❤️❤️❤️”

The ecstasy hit them almost in sync; both lost all sense of everything for a brief moment, and their fingers, without a second thought, worked each other’s pussies, granting them even more ecstatic and intense pleasure.

Both had an intense and exhilarating climax, causing them to release large amounts of their love juices from their wet, hot vaginas.

The two pressed their lips together again and savored the ecstasy, pressing against each other and ramping up the heat to maximum levels.

Their pelvises moved unconsciously, releasing jets that, without a care, sprayed toward the other.

But neither stopped stimulating the other for a moment, causing everything to simply keep building.

The ecstasy reached its peak and swept them both away, leaving them lost in intense and exhilarating sensations.

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