Harem Points System: Every Touch Counts!

"I hope those hands of yours… are as skilled as your mouth," she whispered. "Because if not… I'll be very disappointed."

"It's just a normal massage, nothing I can't handle..." Xavier replied, a slight smile on his face...

Seraphina breath hitched, hearing his reply.

While he was her gigolo, she had this strange kink to be dominated by him. So this side of him kinda turned her on compared to the timid gigolo she knew before...

Seeing her reaction, Xavier smiled and cracked his knuckles slightly, rolling his wrists with deliberate calm.

His eyes ran along the length of her figure, still face-down on the velvet-lined massage table, her body perfectly framed by the subtle lighting. Her back rose and fell with each soft breath, and the way her bare thighs pressed together only added fuel to the already thick atmosphere.

Those recesses cradled her massive tits just right, no squashing, just pure, perfect curves. Her ass, round and firm, peeked out from the panties, begging for his hands. Xavier's mouth went dry, his dick straining so hard it hurt.

He moved without rushing.

His fingers, trained from years of knowing exactly what to touch and how, glided to her lower back. The heat of her skin met his palm. He started slow, firm strokes, circling around the base of her spine.

Her breath hitched.

[You've massaged Seraphina's lower back. +1 Harem Point earned.]

Xavier's lips quirked.

He didn't stop—his hands moved gradually up her back, pressing into the muscles with calculated rhythm. With every motion, he traced pressure points, intentionally grazing spots he knew triggered subtle reactions.

Seraphina's fingers curled lightly into the edge of the table. She didn't speak, but her body told him everything. The stiffness in her shoulders melted away little by little under his touch.

Then he lowered his hands again—this time sliding them along her waist, thumbs drawing slow circles over the sides of her hips.

[You've massaged Seraphina's waist. +1 Harem Point earned.]

[You've discovered a sensitive area. +5 Harem Points.]

A small, unguarded sound escaped her lips—barely above a whisper.

"Mmnh~"

It was soft. But real.

Xavier felt the air in the room shift.

[You've elicited a moan from Lady Seraphina. +5 Harem Points earned.]

[Seraphina's view of you as her gigolo has changed slightly.]

[Seraphina's affection for you has been recognized.]

He let out a breath—slow, composed.

His fingers moved to her shoulders now, kneading deeper, confidently tracing the edge of her shoulder blades before sliding down along her sides with just enough pressure to tease.

Then Seraphina stirred.

Still silent, she gently shifted her body. Xavier paused, watching her turn around on the massage table, her soft curves rolling as she lay on her back. Her eyes avoided his, and her cheeks were faintly pink.

The sight hit him harder than he expected.

Her full breasts pressed lightly against the black lace bra, rising and falling with each breath. Her toned stomach was exposed now, smooth and tempting. And just beneath it… her panties hugged her lower body like silk.

He didn't say anything. He simply stepped around to the other side of the table, his hands moving again—this time starting from her lower abdomen, just above her navel.

He pressed gently, tracing slow circular motions. The heat of her skin was unmistakable.

"Mnnh~"

Another soft, breathy sound.

[Seraphina's affection for you has increased… Current Affection: 60%]

[System Feature Unlocked – "Affinity Steal" available at 80% Affection.]

[You've unlocked a system effect: Harem Enhancement Tier I – Rewards gained from conquests are multiplied by the number of women in your harem.]

Xavier's eyes narrowed slightly at that one.

'So that's how it works… the more I claim, the stronger I become.'

He didn't allow the notifications to break his focus.

His hands slid upward again, this time brushing just under her ribs, near the sensitive edge of her bust. Her body tensed slightly beneath his touch. She wasn't resisting.

She was feeling.

Her breath had grown shallow. Her gaze flickered toward him—half-lidded, confused, needy, flustered.

And beneath it all… submission.

She was losing the upper hand.

Xavier said nothing.

He simply pressed his palm flat against her abdomen, applying pressure in careful intervals, reading her every tiny twitch, every breath, every glance.

'I haven't even started yet but she's already reacting this way, how horny could she be....'

He grabbed the bottle of oil from a side table, the scent of lavender hitting his nose. Pouring it into his palms, he warmed it up, his eyes never leaving her. Her skin was flawless, soft as sin, her back a smooth canvas he wanted to paint with his touch.

"Gonna make you feel real good," he muttered, half to her, half to himself, his voice thick with want.

He started at her shoulders, his hands slick and strong, digging into her muscles. Her skin was warm, softer than he'd imagined, like silk under his fingers. He kneaded slow, firm, feeling her relax under him, a soft sigh slipping from her lips. That sound—fuck, it went straight to his cock, making it twitch. He wanted to hear it again, louder, with his name in it.

His hands slid lower, tracing the curve of her spine, fingers brushing the edge of her bra strap. He imagined ripping it off, letting those tits spill free, his mouth on them, sucking hard.

Focus, he told himself, but his mind was a porn reel, picturing her flipped over, legs spread, begging for him. He worked her lower back, thumbs pressing into the dimples above her ass, her panties riding low enough to tease him with a glimpse of creamy skin.

'Goddamn,' his breath hitched as this thought echoed in his mind, his hands itching to slide lower, to grab that perfect ass and squeeze. Her thighs were next, thick and smooth, his fingers gliding over the oiled skin, dangerously close to the edge of her panties. She shifted slightly, another soft moan escaping, and Xavier's control nearly snapped. He could feel the heat between her legs, could imagine slipping his fingers under that lace, finding her wet and ready.

"You're good at this," she purred, voice low, teasing, like she knew exactly what she was doing to him. Her head turned slightly, her eyes catching his, dark and knowing. That look fucking killed him, like she was daring him to cross the line.