Torturous feeling vs tingling sensation

Cassian once again felt powerless over his own life. It wasn't that he didn't want to go to Magisteria with Katherine; he just wished he could make the choice on his own rather than being forced. But he was just an orphaned servant, and Katherine wasn't asking for something as drastic as his life—something he might actually resist to gain some freedom. She was merely giving him orders to perform his duties.

Despite his frustration at being forced to go, he couldn't help but relish the feel of her supple, generous thighs beneath his hands. His arousal was intense, and he felt as if he might burst as he squeezed and massaged both of her thighs, one in each hand. Katherine's soft, sweet sounds escaped her lips as he used the techniques he'd learned to ease the tension in her muscles, causing them to relax into his grip.

"But when are we going to Magisteria, my lady?" he asked, sliding a bit closer to her as he continued to massage.

"I haven't decided yet, but in two or three months, to be exact," Katherine replied, seemingly unaware of the lewd intentions behind Cassian's touch.

Cassian couldn't let go of the sensation of Katherine's thighs in his hands; their fullness captivated him. For some reason, he couldn't help but want to see them, to gaze at the space between them, and even to touch it. Swallowing nervously, he hesitated before asking, "My lady, may I lift your skirt a bit? It's in the way."

Katherine glanced down, noticing his arms under her skirt but only his face above the table. She didn't mind and raised her skirt until her legs were bare up to her knees. To Cassian, this revealed even more of her, sparking his excitement. Katherine, meanwhile, didn't notice—or if she did, she didn't care—since it had been a long time since she felt her lower body so relaxed, almost melting away all her tension. The only discomfort left was in her hips and buttocks, which she was eager to relieve, though she hesitated to let Cassian touch them.

As Cassian continued to massage her, Katherine's resolve began to weaken. This was exactly why she wanted him to come with her to Magisteria—she couldn't afford to let such a talented masseur go. The discomfort in her lower body was almost torturous. Though it wasn't painful, she could never truly relax, which was its own kind of torment—a torture that led to sleepless nights and days filled with sluggishness.

Now, as that torturous feeling began to slip away, she didn't mind if Cassian touched or even glimpsed her more sensitive areas.

Cassian, sensing her leniency, took full advantage, admiring the sight of her milky white thighs. They were like a dessert, reminding him of the pudding he had recently enjoyed. He was certain they would jiggle like it too if he lightly slapped them, though he resisted the urge. Instead, he etched their shape into his mind. Her thighs, slightly muscular, were wide and flawless, adorned with a few moles here and there, making them even more alluring to him.

He tried to look further between her thighs, but the darkness kept the area hidden, leaving him frustrated as he really wanted to see it. Unable to ask directly, he slowly began to spread Katherine's thighs wider while continuing the massage. To avoid suspicion, he shifted his focus back to her legs and feet, working to open her legs wider without letting go of them.

As Cassian continued to spread Katherine's milky white thighs wider, the increasing warmth caused steam to rise from her skin. In the haze of this steam, he finally got a clearer view of a dark red fabric peeking through. It was her underwear—her panties. Though he had only heard about such garments and seen them when sorting the ladies' clothes after washing, this was his first real glimpse of them in use.

The sight was both surprising and provocative. The dark red panties stood out vividly against her pale skin, creating a striking contrast. The fabric clung snugly, outlining her form in a way that was undeniably lewd. The brief, stolen glance filled Cassian with a mix of excitement and frustration. He had never before seen such an intimate garment so clearly, and the sight intensified his arousal.

But all good things must come to an end. Suddenly, Katherine said, "Stop..."

Cassian looked up in surprise and fear, worried she had caught him trying to glimpse her private area. However, seeing her slightly rosy cheeks and an expression of embarrassment, it was clear she was reacting to something else. She continued, "That's enough for now. Come back tonight to continue."

As she covered her legs with her long skirt again, Cassian, still surprised by the abrupt end, looked confused. He stood up, trying to hide his arousal, and quickly bowed. "Then, I'll see you tonight, my lady." With that, he made his way out.

Katherine, with a flushed face, muttered to herself, "Why do I feel so hot today?" Her brow was sweaty, and although she knew the reason, she wasn't ready to admit it.

As Cassian left the room, Katherine's face remained flushed. She sat back in her chair, her mind racing. Trying to regain composure, she squeezed her thighs tightly together, attempting to control the sensations building between them. The pressure only heightened her awareness of her own body, amplifying the heat she felt.

She shifted uncomfortably, trying to focus on something else, but the lingering sensations made it difficult. Katherine's breathing quickened slightly, and she found herself subconsciously rubbing her thighs together, seeking relief.

"What's happening? Why is this happening?" she wondered aloud, her mind struggling to grasp the unfamiliar sensations coursing through her. This was a new experience for her, one she hadn't anticipated. It wasn't uncomfortable—in fact, she found herself wanting to explore these feelings further. However, the embarrassment of admitting it to herself was overwhelming.

Her body tingled in places she hadn't thought could feel such sensations.