Chapter 34: Almost Molded into Her Shape

“My Lady, your body is still very stiff~”

Eliana’s breath brushed against Eluse’s earlobe, sparking a faint series of shudders.

The maid’s fingertips intentionally lingered on the most sensitive area of Eluse’s waist. The rhythm of her pressure shifted between light and heavy, appearing like a test one moment and a provocation the next.

The water rippled with her movements, repeatedly lapping against Eluse’s skin, which had already turned crimson from shame.

At the same time, a sense of humiliation burned through Eluse’s logic.

She wanted to scream, she wanted to struggle, but under that professional and highly aggressive pressure, her body shamefully produced a contradictory sense of comfort.

The fatigue accumulated from her earlier exercise was being kneaded away inch by inch by those hands, yet it was simultaneously mixed with the sharp stimulation of being violated and scrutinized.

She had never imagined that Eliana’s massage technique would be this good. However, curiosity surfaced within her heart at the same time: why would this damned demon give her a massage for no reason?

There must be a catch!

Therefore, no matter how excellent Eliana’s technique was, she forced her body to remain in a state of high tension, ready to deal with any sudden emergency.

As time passed, the scope of the massage began to expand.

Eliana’s hands slid to Eluse’s arms, kneading all the way from the shoulders to the wrists. The strength penetrated deep into the muscle tissue, forcing the tense lines to gradually relax.

When those hands returned to the front of Eluse’s body, covering her flat, taut abdomen through the warm current, Eluse took a sharp breath, and her sense of unease grew stronger and stronger.

“My Lady, you must relax~”

Eliana looked at Eluse’s face with deep meaning, immediately issuing a command in an unquestionable tone.

‘Not good,’ Eluse thought with a start. Eliana seemed to have noticed something was off just now. She was still too tense and had forgotten that, currently, she was supposedly hypnotized by her.

At that thought, Eluse hesitated for less than two seconds before relaxing her body. Otherwise, she might risk exposure.

‘Fine… now I’ve once again become fish on a chopping block.’ Her life or death depended entirely on Eliana. In such a relaxed state, she estimated that an unexpected escape would be extremely difficult.

Eluse could only secretly pray in her heart that Eliana was just having an intermittent fit of passion and wouldn’t go as far as to hurt her.

‘God of this world, if I can survive today, I am willing to—’

Before the prayer could finish, Eluse already received a reply from the demon.

Eliana’s palms did not move; they simply remained firmly pressed against her abdomen. Perhaps due to the water temperature, or perhaps due to her own shame, Eluse felt the heat from the other’s palms was nearly enough to scald her skin.

Then, the maid’s thumbs began to move, drawing circles extremely slowly with the navel as the center.

The rippling water became her accomplice. Every stroke created tiny ripples that spread deeper.

Eluse stared blankly at the ceiling. She wanted to maintain that unfocused state, but her eyelashes trembled like the wings of a dying butterfly.

The young girl’s consciousness was pulled between extreme shame and a strange sense of relaxation from her body being forcibly opened.

Occasionally, Eliana’s fingertips would intentionally brush against her ribs or waist. Every such light touch caused Eluse’s delicate body to jerk violently, as if a faint electric current had surged through her.

Eluse had clearly noticed her increasingly chaotic heartbeat and those uncontrollable, tiny shivers. She tried her absolute best to restrain them, but she simply could not.

‘This won’t do. If I let Eliana continue, I’m afraid I’ll truly be exposed!’

After an unknown amount of time, those hands finally made a new move. They began to move further down.

Since they had been doing jumping jacks, the other focal point of concern was naturally the girl’s legs.

Eliana’s palms slid into the water along the lines of her thighs, her movements as natural as if it were only right and proper. When her fingertips brushed against the most tender skin on the inner thighs, Eluse finally couldn’t stop a weak whimper from escaping the depths of her throat.

‘Oh no, will she… will she be suspicious?!’

Eluse’s little heart pounded. She didn’t even dare to move a muscle, terrified that Eliana would notice something.

However, to her surprise, Eliana didn’t have any strange reaction after hearing the whimper. Instead, she extended her index finger, hooked Eluse’s chin, and spoke in a charming tone.

“Is My Lady really this sensitive? Tell me, should I give you some Desensitization Training~”

Of course, this was just a small tease from the demon. She released her finger from the girl’s chin, but her cheek suddenly pressed close as she whispered.

“The massage service is ending very soon, My Lady~”

Eliana’s voice contained a nearly imperceptible, satisfied smile.

Her massage remained even in strength, kneading all the way from the thighs down to the back of the knees and then returning, over and over in a cycle. The water in the bathtub seemed to be the best medium, making every contact feel thick with a lingering, inescapable magic.

Her actions didn’t seem to be merely massaging muscles; it felt more like she was using this method to reaffirm her ownership of this body. Every inch of skin touched was being silently branded with her mark.

Eluse felt like a piece of dough that had been completely spread out, inspected, and kneaded. She had no secrets and no power to resist; she could only allow Eliana to ravage her until she was molded into her shape.

This thought suddenly popped into her mind, and a different, complex, and twisted emotion abruptly surged from deep within her abdomen, causing Eluse to involuntarily press her legs together.

The heat on her face seemed to rise once again.

‘Wait, why would I feel this way? Shouldn’t I be thinking about how to wash away my shame right now? This must be some soul-confusing potion that bastard Eliana fed me!’ Seriously, she wasn’t the latter of the “two letters,” so how could she be longing for and looking forward to what Eliana was going to do to her next?

Just as the girl was giving herself psychological hints with a flushed face and incredibly complex emotions, Eliana suddenly took a large, soft towel—warmed by the steam—and lifted Eluse from the water, wrapping her up.

‘Eh? It’s over just like that?’ Eluse was a bit dazed. Based on what had happened before, Eliana wouldn’t end things so hastily. However, Eliana’s subsequent actions confirmed that it was indeed over.

She helped Eluse into a thin Silk Nightgown. The tie was loosely gathered at the waist, and the collar was open, revealing large patches of undried water marks and reddened skin.

Then, she took half a step back. Her pale gold eyes quietly turned toward her young mistress, who had just stepped out of the bath. Her gaze was as if she were admiring a perfect work of art.

“You will be very tired tonight; you need to rest well.”

Eliana’s voice returned to that respectful tone, as if all the suffocating touches from a moment ago had never happened. She reached out, her fingertips lightly grazing Eluse’s jawline—a touch filled with a sense of possession that vanished in an instant.

“Goodnight, my Lady.”

After walking out the door, Eliana took a deep breath. She pulled a steak knife from her sleeve, and the corners of her lips curled into a soul-stirring arc.

“Don’t be in a hurry, Eliana. You have to wait for the prey to be at its most perfect before you enjoy it~”