Chapter 66: It’s Massage ’Equipment’ [R18]
Waking up the next morning, Yuki hopped out of bed, cooked breakfast for himself and Nyquella, got dressed for work, and completely forgot to ask her the "very important" question he had been pondering the night before.
Yuki continued heading to his office job day after day, while spending his weekends taking Nyquella out to experience the lavish comforts of modern life. They went on several more dates, spending ridiculous amounts of money at high-end shopping malls—buying designer clothes, shiny jewelry, sleek accessories, and countless other things they didn’t actually need.
For the final week inside Yuki’s mind world, his company hosted a three-day beach party. The getaway included a stay at an exclusive five-star luxury beachfront villa: day one featured beach sports, day two was an evening party on a private yacht, and day three concluded with an elegant, formal dinner.
"I’m home," Yuki called out as he stepped inside the apartment, kicking off his shoes and setting them neatly to the side.
Walking into the dining area, he found Nyquella sitting alone at the table, slouching forward with her chin resting heavily on her hands.
"Are you okay?" he asked.
"..., I’m fine."
"...Are you sure?"
"Yes," she replied, her voice practically dripping with genuine irritation.
"...Is this about the beach party?" Yuki asked, pulling out a chair and sitting down beside her.
"Yes!" she huffed, looking thoroughly frustrated. "How do people wear such little clothing in public?! It’s practically just underwear! I mean, what is even the difference?!"
"Um... well, one is meant to be seen by the public, and the other isn’t."
"...It literally covers way less than regular underwear! Honestly, I’d rather just go nude!"
"You can..... if you want to. It’s a private event."
"...I can? Like, actually?"
"Yeah. If you do, you definitely won’t be the only one."
"Your world has nudists?"
"Yeah, a lot of them. You just can’t do it in public places, but in designated private areas, it’s totally fine."
"Oh... that’s a relief," Nyquella sighed, visibly relaxing.
"So... are you going in a bikini or completely naked?" Yuki asked, looking genuinely intrigued.
"Which would you prefer?" she countered mischievously, leaning in and hoping to make him falter or get flustered.
However, Yuki was Yuki.
"Naked. Completely bare to the skin," he stated bluntly, without a single flicker of hesitation.
"..., Oh... um... well, when can I redeem that body inspection?"
"You’ve already inspected me! Several times over the past few days!"
"Wha— That doesn’t count! I was just... you know! You didn’t mind it and actively participated, so it doesn’t count!"
"Yeah, that’s not how that works. I actively participated to help you understand modern underwear and swimsuits. Nyquella, you enjoyed it way too much, and you didn’t even write down a single note about me—and don’t tell me you’re just keeping it in your head, because I know for a fact you don’t remember any of your ’research’!"
"Doesn’t matter! Do you remember anything about me, huh?!"
"Yep."
"Then prove it!" Nyquella declared confidently, standing up and planting her hands firmly on her hips.
"Wanna bet?" Yuki asked, a wide, playful grin spreading across his face as he propped his chin on his hand.
"Sure, why not?" she scoffed. "What’s the prize?"
"You get to inspect me whenever you want, as many times as you desire, for the rest of our time in this world."
"That’s a lot..." she murmured, her orange eyes lighting up before narrowing suspiciously. "What do you get if you win?"
"A full-body massage... using ’massage equipment,’" Yuki said smugly.
"Why did you say it like that?"
"You’ll see."
"Fine... get to talking then."
"Bet," Yuki said casually.
Without missing a beat, he began accurately listing off her favorite foods, her preferred fashion styles, her exact waist measurement, her hair length, her cup size, the specific fabric textures she loved most, and her favorite movie genre.
Nyquella’s confident expression faltered. Her arrogant smirk slowly shrank until it vanished completely.
Forty-eight seconds had passed, and Yuki was still rattling off hyper-specific facts about her preferences.
"...And you also prefer wearing thick cotton or heavy wool clothing so that no one can tell you aren’t wearing any underwear beneath it."
"Okay! Okay, that’s enough!" she squeaked, cutting him off before he could go any further. "You win! Gods... tsk. Why do you know so much about me?! How did you even learn all that in such a short time?!"
"I’m just observant. Sometimes."
"Whatever! Let’s just go," she muttered, grabbing his wrist and dragging him straight into the bedroom.
Once inside, Nyquella slipped off her dress and sat on the edge of the mattress in her bare skin.
"You can start the full-body massage with the ’equipment’ now."
Yuki walked into his walk-in closet and began rummaging through various boxes on the high shelves.
"What are you looking for?" Nyquella asked, tilting her head in confusion.
"The equipment," he called back.
"I didn’t know you had actual massage equipment... I thought you were talking about your hands and tongue."
Clank— "Oh, got it!"
Yuki strolled out of the closet carrying a large, sleek cardboard box, a bright, innocent smile on his face. The moment Nyquella caught sight of the branding on the packaging, her entire body went rigid.
"Where... where did you get that box?" she asked, her voice squeaking.
"Oh, this thing? It’s just the massage equipment you ordered online, remember?" Yuki said cheerfully, placing the heavy box on the bed right next to her. "You recognize it, don’t you?"
"N-No! I... I have no idea what that is!" she stammered out, her face flushing crimson.
"Really?!" Yuki asked sarcastically. "Because according to my bank statement and the delivery address from the adult shop you bought it from, you know exactly what this is."
"I—you—put the box back... please!"
"Why? It’s just some innocent massage equipment, isn’t it?" Yuki purred, using his soft tail to gently push her back until she was laying flat on her spine.
"Oh, gods... please just don’t put anything on the maximum setting to start with, okay?!"
"I won’t," he reassured her softly, opening the box and raising a curious eyebrow at the contents inside. "I’m just curious... do you want me to use everything in here?"
Nyquella gave a tiny, incredibly shy nod, tightly hugging a plushie over her chest.
"...Even the leather collar, the leash, the clip-on tail, and the ears?"
"Yes," she whispered, burying her face behind a large shark plushie.
Having received explicit green light, Yuki secured the sleek collar around her neck, attached the matching leash, and clipped the plush tail in place before pulling her into his lap to gently pet her head and stroke her ears.
"Nmmm... Yuki, I’m not an actual cat," she whimpered softly, leaning into his touch despite herself. "Stop stroking my hair and get to massaging..."
"Okay, okay, I’ll stop," he chuckled, picking up the multi-button wireless remote with the tip of his tail. "Let me start with something simple."
Yuki turned the primary control dial all the way to maximum strength.
Nyquella’s body stiffened in instant anticipation. She had no idea which of the bullet vibrators Yuki was about to activate, as each one had been paired to a separate channel on the remote.
With a soft, metallic click, the first remote bullet roared to life directly against her sensitive, swollen folds.
"Ahhh~!" she gasped, burying her face deep into the plushie.
Yuki continued to thoroughly tease her, systematically cranking the dial up to max just to switch between different attachments. She never knew where the sensations were coming from next—every time she anticipated her nipples, he targeted her clit; every time she braced for her lower core, he rotated to a single breast, never allowing her to predict his next move.
Once her body was completely primed, breathless, and squirming, Yuki laid her flat on the mattress and pulled out a heavy-duty wand massager. He gripped the ergonomic handle with his tail, switching it onto a rhythmic medium setting.
"Here you go," Yuki said casually, handing her the remote for the wireless bullets.
"Why are you giving this to me?" she asked nervously.
"My hands are going to be busy, so it would be great if you could hold onto it for me," he replied smoothly, sliding his hands along her inner thighs"
"Which button does what?!" she asked, her face burning.
"It’s a surprise."
Yuki knelt between her thighs, spreading her legs wide and resting them over his hips before bringing the vibrating head of the wand down against her clit.
The exact instant the intense vibrations made contact with her body, Nyquella’s legs clamped tightly around his waist. Her fingers twitched in a panic, accidentally pressing the master button on the remote and locking every single vibrator onto maximum overload.
"AHHGH—FUCK!"
A massive shockwave of pure pleasure surged through her chest and core simultaneously, forcing her back to arch violently off the bed. Her eyes rolled back into her head as a overwhelming climax ripped through her system in a matter of seconds.
Seeing her spend herself so quickly, Yuki gently pried the remote from her trembling hands and set it on her chest where she could reach it—though her dazed state rendered her completely incapable of touching it.
Yuki began using his soft, nimble fingers to knead her sensitive, heat-flushed muscles, expertly working through her tension while letting out gentle hums. Nyquella let out sweet, broken moans, trying her absolute best not to make it obvious that she was drifting on the absolute brink of pleasure-induced unconsciousness.
The relentless combination of the bullets, the wand, and his delicate touch proved completely devastating.
After thoroughly melting her mind into pure slush, Yuki set the toys aside and transitioned to using his own body to pleasure her. He positioned himself over her, pressing his warm, thick tongue against her core and working it rhythmically to trace her inner walls, ensuring she felt every stroke.
He kept his tail wrapped firmly around her leash, holding her at a comfortable angle so she couldn’t pull away. In truth, she didn’t want to pull away at all—the sensation of being gently held in place by him only heightened her arousal beyond measure.
Their session concluded with Yuki fingering her deeply while she rested on his lap, his lips and tongue teasing her breasts until a final, shattering surge made her squirt across his lap and blank out completely.
Later that evening, while soaking together in the steamy water of the master hot tub, Nyquella turned her head to look at Yuki.
"Yuki?"
"Yeah? What’s up?"
"Can I ask you something... kind of strange?"
"Sure, why not? You ask me strange things all the time. What’s on your mind?"
"...Can I be your pet?"
"...Huh?"
"Or... can you be my owner? Or master?"
Yuki blinked once. Then twice. Then three times.
"Wha?!"
"Is... is that a no?" she asked nervously, her ears drooping slightly.
Yuki didn’t answer. He simply stared at her in dead silence, his brain completely short-circuiting as he tried to process the request.