Taming The Villainesses

(EP-172.1) Exposed #1

172 – Exposed Under The Sun #1

“I did bleed.”

A few drops of red blood were on the blanket in Narmi’s hand. I looked at it and asked, pretending not to know anything.

“Really?”

“That’s right…!”

Narmi said as if the bloodstain was something she was very proud of. But that was normal in this world.

In a world where female chastity was regarded as a great virtue, having proof of it provided solace and pride.

But I knew it wasn’t Narmi’s virgin blood.

Rather, it was blood from Narmi clawing on my back in a confused state. I was a bit nervous about what would happen if Narmi noticed, but it seemed she didn’t catch on.

Still, there was a risk of getting caught, so let’s turn her attention away.

“I saw that there’s a shower here, let’s go wash up.”

“Eu, eung!”

Afterward, Narmi and I quickly washed our bodies in the inn’s shower room.

I said “shower room,” but it was just a place with lukewarm water and cheap scents. However, it was sufficient to clean away the sweat and various bodily fluids.

After cleansing ourselves and lying on the fresh sheets, I felt hazy. It was late at night. We also just had an intense, passionate sex. It felt as though the accumulated fatigue from recent sleeplessness was starting to hit me like a tsunami.

“… Haeueum.”

Narmi, lying next to me, seemed to feel the tiredness too, as she let out a yawn and started dozing off. It was somewhat puzzling to see her trying to fight off sleep when she could just rest.

“Narmi-nim?”

“I wasn’t sleeping…! So, what did I miss?”

“I’ll wake you up early in the morning, so please get some rest.”

“… I’m not sleepy at all.”

Narmi refused to get some shut-eye, but her body had clearly reached its physical limits. The unfamiliar experience, strange positions, and the effort it took likely drained her energy.

Over the past few days, Narmi had been dealing with the tasks that her sister Mirna usually handled, leaving little time for eating or sleeping. The repercussions of this were now catching up with her.

Even with a groggy mind, I raised my upper body.

I wanted to rest, but falling asleep before Narmi would be thoughtless and could lead to complaints later on.

Since it had come to this, I decided to raise her spirits with a little service.

“Narmi-nim, let me give you a back massage.”

“Really? There is no need for that.”

Ignoring such words, I removed the thin blanket. Narmi, who was wearing the cheap inn robe, slowly turned her body, her petite and delicate back facing towards me.

Dudeudeuk.

“Eugyak…!”

As I applied pressure to her back, the joints in her spine began to make cracking sounds. At the same time, Narmi let out an oddly mismatched groan.

Dudeudeuk, deudeuk.

“Aargh, haaat…! It hurts…!”

“It’s painful at first, but it will feel better soon.”

Even though I said that, it somehow felt like s£xual harassment. I wasn’t trying to make it so, but once the words came out, my mind became conscious of the implications.

Then Narmi, who had her face buried in the pillow, asked.

“Like earlier…?”

It appeared that Narmi also interpreted my words with a slightly ǀewd undertone. Suddenly, I began to think whether this mood could lead to the third round, perhaps by gradually touching Narmi’s buttocks or ƅreasts.

But she seemed quite exhausted, and we had just taken a shower. Getting sweaty in this cheap inn didn’t sound too appealing, so I refrained from such thoughts.

Seueuk, seueuk.

I gently massaged Narmi’s shoulders, neck, thighs, and feet instead. As a finishing touch, I pressed the soles of her feet which made her shiver.

“Ah, this is the first time I’ve gotten something like this. It feels like my body is being reborn. It’s nice.”

“Is that so? That’s a bit surprising.”

“Surprising, you say?”

“I thought noble ladies would receive therapy or massages from hired masseuses.”

Elga’s figure came to mind, with her reigning in the mansion back when I was a slave.

She had employed several fair-skinned young ladies as specialized servants. They were responsible for massaging her shoulders, back, and so on. Elga took good care of her skin, combed her hair neatly, and devoted herself to relaxation in various ways.

Even in the royal palace, they did something similar. I remembered Aira making me massage her shoulders or legs. So, over time, my massage skills improved, and I reached a level where I could consider myself a professional.

However, it seemed like Narmi was new to massages.

Narmi explained the reason.

“Our household generally adheres to abstinence. Abstinence is crucial for those who practice necromancy and witchcraft.”

“I see.”

Narmi and Mirna appeared to have grown up in a rather strict environment. After all, in their childhood, even a simple piece of candy was something they couldn’t enjoy freely, let alone massages.

It was quite the opposite from the hedonistic Lioness Family. With such differing lifestyles, no wonder they clashed against each other so much.

“Theo, your hands stopped.”

Pangpang.

Narmi patting the bed made me realize that I had momentarily paused my movements. So, I diligently resumed pressing her back.

But how long would I have to keep doing this?

I had initially planned to only do it briefly, but it seemed like Narmi was enjoying the massage, so I couldn’t stop. Just as I was about to stifle a yawn, Narmi sat up.

“Now, I’ll do it.”

“Narmi-nim will give me a massage?”

In response to my question, Narmi nervously traced her finger around the bedsheet, seemingly embarrassed.

“Eung. Actually I…, mostly stayed still, but Theo, you worked harder.”

Well, that was true. However, the fact that Narmi would give me a massage felt weird. Elga and Mirna had never done something like this for me.

I wondered if she had some hidden agenda, but it didn’t appear so. So, I laid down on the bed, facedown.

Seureureuk.

Narmi’s slender fingers touched my shoulders, and for a moment, I closed my eyes, enjoying the cozy feeling.

Edited by: faker