The special massage cream (1)

Raynare accepted my massage offer without hesitation.

One that she accepted, I placed her face down on the bed and proceeded to undress her.

She was wearing Grigori's uniform, the one women wear. It's a blue uniform, similar to the one they wear in manga and anime.

It makes sense, since this is a world of light novels, and also adapted to anime and manga.

Nephilim's women's uniform consists of the dark blue jacket, common to both boys and girls, skirt of the same colour, white socks and dark slippers.

What I'm going to do is a leg massage, which is what Raynare needs most. The most essential thing in Baraqiel's training is endurance. According to him, you can lose a fight, but you can survive if you have the stamina to escape. If you don't have the stamina to escape, you're dead.

To do that, all I have to do is remove the clothes that cover Raynare's legs. In this case, the shoes, socks and the skirt.

First, shoes and socks. I don't think about it much, and I remove both clothes easily thanks to Raynare's non-interference. What's left of this is a pair of white, delicate, soft feet.

Now, all that's left is to lift the skirt.

The only thing covering Raynare's pussy and ass is nothing but black panties. Pretty seductive, if you ask me.

For now, this is enough.

The legs, that area of the body we use to get up, to bend down, to walk, to run, etc. They participate in almost all our activities and, although they are extremely resistant, they also get tired.

Even we dragons get tired, what to say about the legs of a fallen angel.

Even if Raynare has improved a lot these last six months. And when I want to say a lot, I say I'm very surprised by the big improvement in her stats.

[Status Inspection]

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[Raynare]

Race: Fallen Angel (Four wings)

Status: Normal

Lv: 10/40

HP: 120/120

MP: 100/100

Strength: 90

Defense: 60

Magic: 110

Agility: 70

Skills:

[Light-Based Weapons]

[Magic]: [Memory Alteration]

[Flight]

[Holy Flame] (Sealed???)

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Raynare has virtually doubled many of her statistics in a short six-month period. All this, thanks to Baraqiel-sensei's hellish training. In fact, I dare say she'd be even stronger if she weren't so lazy and tried to skip a lot of the training.

Still, even with this great improvement, I am three times stronger than she is.

Let's go back to the leg massage.

The legs are kind of like a reservoir of blood. Because most of the time the legs are below the level of our heart, it becomes more difficult for blood to return from the legs to the heart, and this is why we start to feel tired and is also the reason why the feet swell when we walk long distances.

To reverse this fact, the massage I will be performing will require me to do my upward manoeuvres. This way, the blood will circulate, and I will undo the feeling of load on Raynare's legs.

Even though the leg muscles are very large and full of muscle fibres, there is no need for a very intense massage, to the point of generating pain. This is because a painful stimulus is an increase in tension, and that is not my goal. What I have to do in this case is to increase the intensity of the massage progressively.

I open a drawer on the bedside table and take out a special cream. This is not the first time I have used this cream, as there is a certain Nekoshou who is addicted to me giving her a weekly, and even daily, massage.

This is a special cream that Grigori has developed. In fact, its creator is none other than Azazel himself.

Who knows what the leader of the Fallen Angels was thinking of when he thought of creating a massage cream.

What exactly does the cream do?

Nothing special.

Exactly, it doesn't do anything that any other cream doesn't do.

Apparently, this is a special cream created from rare materials from Asgard and other mythological lands. Some remarkable materials, or so Azazel has called them, including Ambrosia from the Greek pantheon, Amrita from the Indian pantheon, Eitr from the Nordic pantheon...

I was going to refuse, but a certain Nekoshou was not up to the task. And of course, Azazel wasn't going to give away something created by such precious materials.

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[3rd person POV]

A few weeks earlier.

Drako was sitting on the roof, practising [Senjutsu] as usual.

Like every time he practised [Senjutsu], he cut off his connection to all his senses, leaving only the energies of nature and himself.

Practising [Senjutsu] was always a pleasure for Drako, especially since he evolved into [Nephilim Dragon].

Now that he was a perfect blend of light and dark, he no longer had to worry about evil energies.

Before, when Drako was an [Evil Child Dragon], he had the same problem as any other race, except the Youkais, when trying to practice [Senjutsu].

What causes madness when practising [Senjutsu] is the union of natural energy and evil energy, so the two energies cannot coexist within the same organism.

But Drako didn't have that problem anymore. That's because a [Nephilim Dragon] is now a being that shouldn't exist, bringing together two opposing attributes, holy attribute and dark attribute. The natural energies and the evil energies coexist within Drako just as the holy and dark attributes do.

Normally no one would go up to the roof while Drako is training, as even though he would not mind at all, no one wants to interfere with the dragon's training.

After so many months with Drako, the obsession he has with training is more than known. It seems that the boy was preparing for a future war, something unthinkable in these times of relative peace.

But today was different. Today someone had shown up on the roof.

Naturally, Drako felt that presence at the moment he or she step in the roof. In other words, Drako felt the energies that were emanating from that presence.

Still, Drako did not move from the spot and continued his training. He had already made it clear that he would not stop a [Senjutsu] training unless it was an emergency, and this time was not one of them.

The presence did not seem to bother him at all, and he just waited patiently for Drako to finish his training.

After a few hours, Drako exhaled and speak as he opened his eyes.

"And to think that so much evil could exist within such pure holy energy, Azazel."

"A member of the strongest race, a dragon, formed by the mixture of two opposing attributes, which should never be able to go together, is not the one that should be surprised, Drako."