Court Magician’s Lewd Pranks on the Elf Princess

Keith was now naked, lying face down on the bed.

He buried his face in the pillow, occasionally letting out sounds like "Ahhh".

The reason was simple: he was getting a massage.

The one doing this was Aisha.

All she was wearing now was a white micro bikini armor.

The white micro bikini, with its little amount of fabric, looked great on her voluptuous yet toned tanned body.

Aisha straddled Keith's legs, and with her oiled hands she was pressing and kneading his hips with all her might.

"Why me?"

She complained for the umpteenth time that day, but as she used her thumbs to massage his stiff back, Keith let out a moan at the pleasant sensation.

Why Aisha was doing this would take us back to an hour ago.

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After finishing her duties in the middle of the night, Aisha prepared for bed, lay down on her bed, and sighed softly.

It had been almost thirteen days since she had played maid with Keith.

During that time Aisha had been avoiding Keith.

That day in a room in the mansion, she had been having sex with Keith all day like an animal.

Although she fainted several times during the day, Aisha continued to desire Keith until the very morning after the holiday.

It wasn't Keith who wanted Aisha. Aisha who wanted Keith.

The reason for this was the simple rule that she was Keith's erotic maid and would receive a reward if she served him, and also the fact that Keith had repeatedly called her his maid, his only Aisha, which had gotten her going.

When it was over and I headed off to my mission I felt incredibly satisfied, energetic and refreshed, but as time passed, a feeling like "Huh? Maybe I've done something terrible" started to grow in my mind, and this reached its peak when Keith told me he was absent from Nia's classes due to poor health.

It was definitely my fault. Because I had asked so much of Keith. I turned pale and thought about visiting him, but my innermost self came out, and I thought, "Well, it was Keith's fault for bringing up that punishment game in the first place! I'm the victim!" Such were my incomprehensible, twisted feelings that made me hesitate. Besides, if I did visit him, it would be Keith, and even if he was feeling unwell, I would definitely tease Aisha by saying, "You looked like a succubus."

When Aisha remembered the way she'd said in a coquettish voice, "Master, please give Aisha a reward," it made her want to tear her head off, and she hated the thought, so she hadn't been able to easily go visit Keith.

Because of this feeling, when Nia said, "I want to go visit him!" she ended up yelling to stop her. If Nia went, then inevitably Aisha would go too. So she tried desperately to stop her from going.

Nia cried and resented her because of this, but more than that, she felt like she wanted to see Keith face to face.

However, even though it should have been so embarrassing, Aisha had been thinking about Keith all these days.

Is her body okay? How's her back? And... was she starting to hate herself for being like that?

The last time she'd indulged in lewd indulgence, thinking she'd been tricked by Keith and given an aphrodisiac, after it was over she felt so much self-loathing that she wanted to die.

However, this time, although she did feel a little self-loathing, she was even more worried that she had desired it to the point of damaging his body, and what if Keith got disgusted with her like that, smoldered deep inside.

I was talking about Keith, of course. He was obviously enjoying this situation, and would no doubt tease her whenever they met.

But what if, by some chance, he got fed up with her being so lewd?

As time passed, the feeling overcame her embarrassment, and this time the fear prevented her from going to see him.

"Keith, you idiot...why won't you come to see me?"

It had been three days since she had heard that Keith had made a full recovery and resumed classes, and Aisha hated her sissy self for not being able to do anything but mutter such things.

And so, tonight as she lay in bed, feeling depressed - at that moment, there was a "knock, knock" knock on the door.

A familiar sound, the same time as always.

Aisha's face showed a look of laughter and tears.

However, not wanting to let him know, she shook her head and took a breath with a sullen expression before opening the door.

There stood Keith, grinning as usual.

"Good evening."

Keith said in his usual voice, and she resisted the urge to hug him right away.

"...What do you want?"

She replied in her usual twisted voice.

"I wanted to see Aisha. Is now a bad time?"

"...We can't have a casual conversation here...Come in."

Aisha was careful to make sure she wasn't making a strange face, and

"I told you. When you come, just say, Huh?! Mmm."

She was suddenly hugged from behind, and when she turned around, he kissed her.

She was surprised, but when Keith's face was right in front of her and the taste of his saliva spread on her tongue, Aisha lost all will to resist.

"Mmmm, smooch... lick, lick, smooch, smooch... pwaa"

When the long oral mucous membrane play was over, Aisha looked at Keith with moist eyes,

"It's been a long time since I've tasted Aisha..."

Aisha blushed as she heard that,

"Are you stupid... Ah, I'm getting tired of that day."

She had brought up that day herself.

Aisha noticed and was stumped, but Keith buried his face in her neck as if he hadn't heard anything,

"It's been a long time since I've smelled Aisha... nice smell."

She squirmed in tickling, but didn't resist like usual.

No, she couldn't.

Keith hugged her, kissed her, and sniffed her. It was an act that seemed to prove that Keith didn't hate her.

So I was happy and let myself go, but I thought that this was not like me,

"S-Stop it! You're a dog!"

I pushed him away and he said,

"Waah!"

Keith made a stinky noise on purpose and collapsed dramatically onto the bed.

At first Aisha thought he was acting, but after a while Keith showed no signs of getting up,

"Hey, hey... what's wrong?"

I called out timidly. Then,

"My... my waist... that just now..."

"What!?"

Aisha's face froze in shock, then turned blue.

My waist? My waist? Again?

I wasn't sure I had used that much force. But still.

But the pain in his waist had kept him in bed for 10 days. There was no telling what would cause it to come back.

Aisha hurriedly approached Keith,

"Are you okay?! Should I call a doctor?! I can't use healing magic! Keith!! I'm sorry!! I..."

"My waist..."

"Eh?"

"Please... massage my waist... then"

"Your waist! I should massage your waist!! Got it!!"

Saying this, Aisha put her hands on his waist,

"Wait... get changed..."

"... What?"

"There's... a change of clothes in my bag..."

"... Wait, why would you have something like that prepared for an accident? And I don't understand why I have time to change clothes either."

"Aaaah!! My waist!!"

Keith cried as he glanced at Aisha.

"..."

This time Aisha looked at him coldly at his purposely smelly voice.

Keith saw this,

"Aaaahhhh!! Aisha! My waist..."

Then he glanced at Aisha again.

All he could do was sigh.

He felt his desire to meet her and hold her cool down rapidly.

"...Where's it in your bag?"

"Ah, there's a paper bag at the top, it's in there."

"...You look fine."

"My waist!! My Quadratus Ramboram!!!"

"Where's that!!"

In the end, she gave in, and Aisha picked up the bag and headed to the bathroom.

As she sighed and opened the bag,

"...What is this?"

When she picked up the bag, it was so light that she thought, "You said it was for a change of clothes, right?", but the fact that it contained so little fabric made her cheek twitch.

She wanted to immediately leave the bathroom and complain to Keith, but she was sure that if she did, he would start yelling again about his waist, so she held back and changed into it.

White micro bikini armor.

This was a new item that Keith had made especially for Aisha.

When she saw herself in the mirror, she made a strange face at how vulgar and pathetic she looked.

It was a mixture of pathetic, but at the same time, she was not completely opposed to the idea that Keith wanted her to look like this and that it aroused her.

She took a deep breath and returned to her room, where Keith was still lying on the bed, his eyes gazing intently at Aisha.

The white fabric stood out against her brown skin.

The top, which only covered the nipples of her large breasts, showed off the roundness of her lower breasts, and the bottom was so thin that it dug into her crotch, precariously protecting Aisha's most important parts.

"Wonderful," Keith was about to say, but quickly shut his mouth.

For now he had to pretend that his back was hurting.

Even though his back had long since healed and he had just enjoyed plenty of mat play with Nia!

If he didn't, he wouldn't be able to get Aisha to give him an erotic massage!

Given Aisha's character, she would definitely refuse if he had simply asked her for a massage.

So his only option was to exploit her guilt.

But even that guilt couldn't be brought up by simply talking about that day.

He had to pierce Aisha's heart by saying, "That hurts. Hmm? I wonder why?" in a daze.

It was a new technique he had thought of when Nia spilled her tea, which had allowed them to engage in mat play.

Until then, Keith had honestly intended to embarrass Aisha with his verbal abuse.

Aisha looked embarrassed, but when he saw her say "I've changed my clothes!" he nearly got an erection,

"Aisha~, my waist~, hurry~"

He squeezed out a pathetic voice.

Aisha sighed and muttered "Why me?", but she approached Keith and climbed onto the bed to massage his waist, but this time,

"Aisha... please take off my clothes."

"Huh??"

"You can't do it over the clothes... you have to massage me naked~"

"You can just take them off yourself."

"My waist!! My abdominal external obliques!!"

"I got it! I got it!!"

He let out a sigh and took off Keith's jacket.

In the middle of it, she realized that taking off a man's clothes, a first for her, was extremely embarrassing.

When she removed his jacket and underwear, leaving his upper body naked, she felt so embarrassed that her ears turned red, seeing him like that all the time.

Keith knew this, but urged him, "Hurry up with your lower body too."

While letting out a sigh, she unbuckled his belt and removed his trousers, and after a moment's hesitation removed his underwear as well, revealing his cock in its non-combat state.

Even though it wasn't erect, Aisha averted her eyes from the black and grotesque sight.

Keith's reaction was as innocent as ever, even though she had licked him all over and thrust it inside him, and Keith almost laughed.

Aisha slowly turned Keith over, and tried to straddle his thighs.

Then Keith said,

"There's some massage oil in my bag, so please use that."

Mumbling as he buried his face in the pillow, he said this.

"...Aren't you over-prepared? Hey, hey."

"...My hips..."

"...Ahh."

As Keith instructed, she took out a bottle of natural oil from his bag.

The massage oil was the same one that had been used when she had examined Nia's body.

Once again, Aisha straddled Keith and applied some oil to her hands, then placed her hands on his waist and began to massage him carefully.

She pressed her fingers from his waist to his back, moving towards his shoulders.

Once she reached his shoulders, she returned to his waist.

She pressed her fingers into the center of his waist, squeezing it, and stopped when it didn't hurt.

She kept changing positions, being careful not to massage the same spot in the same place.

Once she'd loosened it up with her fingers to a certain extent, she used her palm to massage it! She put her weight on him and applied pressure.

Keith cried out as he felt his muscles being pressed in.

"Wow... isn't that really good?"

Aisha's massage was so good that he couldn't help but say something like that.

"My late father was troubled by an old injury on his lower back in his later years... I learned how to massage him."

While they were talking, Aisha's fingers started to massage the muscles of his buttocks.

As she pressed her palm against his gluteus maximus, she squeezed her thumb in every few times, making him let out a "fufu" sound.

It felt so good I felt like I might melt.

The area around his waist started to get warm.

This is bad! I think I might actually fall asleep!!

And so he thought to himself that Aisha was on top of him in an erotic pose!

Keith drooled on Aisha's pillow when she massaged him from his buttocks down through his sides to his shoulder blades, and it felt as if the fingers had entered the back of his shoulder blades.

This elf is a massage fiend!!

"Aisha + massage = danger"

Keith memorized this formula, and this time he really let his libido go full throttle.

(Flaming! My libido! I'm not satisfied with just a massage!!!)

If he let himself, Aisha's massage would be something he would want to continue all night, but it would be pointless if it wasn't erotic.

The feeling of Aisha's crotch on the back of his thighs and the pleasant sensation of the massage were converted into sexual stimulation in his brain, and blood began to gather in his corpus cavernosum.

(It gets hard! It gets hard!!)

While taking in the scent of Aisha's pillow, he rubs his cock against the bed, which must be soaked with her sweat, so that she doesn't notice.

I got hard. It got so hard it hurt to be crushed.

"Aisha..."

So he called out.

"Hmm? What's wrong?"

Aisha stopped massaging and asked again.

"I'd like you to massage a different area."

"Nothing?... Where?"

Keith turned his body from under Aisha.

Aisha looked down at Keith, who had lifted his hips and was lying on his back.

Between Keith's legs, his cock was fully erect, pointing up like a fist toward the sky.

"I'd like you to massage this as well," he said, laughing as he showed Aisha his erect penis, its head swollen and red with blood,

Aisha felt like punching Keith in the face as he said this with a laugh.

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