I Don’t Trust My Twin Sister

The sunset sky was covered with red sunset. Each person finished their day with a happy face or a tired but rewarding expression. They busily moved their feet, reminding themselves that a happy family dinner awaited them. It wasn’t the end of the working day, but it was the end of the day and the time for each person’s hobbies to begin. The setting sun came down long and cast long shadows on everything. It creaked, screaming in pain as the wooden desk was crushed. It was made of hardwood, and at first glance, it was quite expensive, but the weight of a person seemed impossible to discard. There was a repeated screeching sound as it moved back and forth above it. The long sunset stretching across the window was beautiful and mesmerizing. Bards would pick up a song asking why the world needs a magnificent view, but no one in the room saw this beautiful background. Only the voice echoed.

 

“Ow…”

 

It was a voice that sounded like something painful, yet full of joy. The dark-haired woman, unable to speak her words, slightly lifted her tightly closed eyelids, and a brilliant green color, like a fresh green apple soaked in water, shone. Her upper body was twisted. If she had been outside, her white breath might have burst out in time for the cold winter weather and colored the world white. Regardless of that, the woman just smiled at her pleasure in controlling her whole body.

 

“…So good.”

 

She opened her eyes slightly and turned her head. Ian removed his hand from her neck and this time touched her shoulder. Her stiff shoulders suddenly turned into soft marshmallows and fit into his hand. However, her eyes still lit up as her tight muscles were still there. He stared blankly at Lawrence, the black-haired girl who couldn’t tell if it was sick or good. In fact, he felt like he was going crazy on the inside. It was just a normal massage. All knights learn massage. After using the body through hard training, it was necessary to soothe the muscles that were united and tired, so most of them learn out of necessity. Senior technicians teach you, or learn from professional massage therapists. Then, he also loosens up the shoulders and legs of his colleagues, but in Ian’s case, he was particularly good at massage. Compared to the other knights, having a more sensitive sense seemed to help.

 

Ian’s fingertips were quite exceptional. Not only that, but he was exceptional at grasping the situation and reading the atmosphere, which was largely due to the unique lineage of the Berdian family. Perhaps because of that, there were rumors that if Ian put his hand on it once, the body of the knights could not fly and become fully charged. Before he became the Grand Duke, he often freed the bodies of knights as a Confucius, but after becoming the Grand Duke, that stopped. What would the viewers think if the Grand Duke asked, “Are you feeling good?” while massaging the bodies of dark men? Of course, some would argue that it looked good, but they could see it strangely. In addition, the knight that allowed his body to be touched disappeared because of the rumor that Ian enjoyed sodomy. So, naturally, he couldn’t think of how much contact massage was. The fact that he put his hand on Lawrence’s body became quite a long chapter. But on top of that, he was embarrassed when she looked at him with her strange eyes.

 

Where should he look? As he turned his head, he heard her admiration in his ears. He looked at her again, thinking of him even more strangely. Lawrence’s flushed face gave strength to her body. He might have not known if he had closed his eyes, but the sight of her slightly opening her eyes was stimulating. Furthermore…

 

‘You’re reacting to me…’

 

Even though it was perverted, it was good. While he was thinking about what to do after realizing his own mistakes recently, she thought that the only thing that could make her feel better would be a massage. The advice given by the old butler and the story of thinking from his point of view and doing something she would like was helpful. In fact, what the butler said meant to show a little more interest and approach first, but this proposal was accepted with a strangely different intention. However, the intention was exactly right, and Lawrence was happy. When he first pressed her tight muscles, all he could think of was that he had to work hard to release them. He pressed a few times and she twisted her body as if in pain. Ian strongly insisted on Lawrence, who grumbled to stop because it hurt.

 

“Leave your body to me and I’ll make you feel good.”

 

She didn’t know what she meant by what he said, but he just said it casually. Lawrence rolled her eyes, gibberish with her flushed face. Since she was already caught, she couldn’t escape, and inside this he wanted to loosen up all her muscles and make her feel refreshed. Even after that, his hands were unscathed. Lawrence suffered for a long time, then she slowly felt better, seized her strange exclamation, then blushed and closed her mouth tightly with her head buried in her desk. However, her outburst of breath could not be stopped, and eventually her current condition was completed.

 

Ian squeezed her neck one last time. The white, thin neckline was very beautiful. His saliva went down in a gulp. He wanted to bury his face in her neck. The thin line that went under it seemed to seduce Ian. It seemed like he knew why the wild beasts couldn’t keep their senses and rushed at the young deer. How could he stay still with such an alluring neck? He wanted to bite right away. That curly, white nape of the neck ‘Ah!’ He wanted to leave teeth marks. So, how could he solve it?

 

“Ian…?”

 

He let out a quick breath and woke up to the sound of a voice calling him. Ian then realized that his own hand had stopped. Lawrence smiled softly.

 

“It’s done?”

 

“Uh, ah…”

 

He looked at his hand and backed away slightly. He wanted to add more, but he thought it would cross the line, so he took a step forward. He licked his lips with regret. It was as if he could still feel the texture of her skin on his fingertips and her voice in his ears. When he gently let go of her, the soft downy hair grazed. He wanted to touch her more. But he couldn’t be greedy, so he held back.

 

Lawrence lifted herself up and turned her shoulders a few times. Then she smiled so beautifully and neatly, as if a spell had cast over her face reddened by the setting sun. Ian swallowed his saliva. Lawrence was still young, but she wasn’t very young either. Since she was an adult, she was also of marriageable age. Not th… He rubbed his eyes. He couldn’t get over the mood, so he just grinned. Lawrrence tilted her head, stood up, and handed him the chair.

 

“Sit down please.”

 

She approached him, who was barely maintaining his reason, and spoke more sweetly and sweetly than ever.

 

“I’ll do it for you.”

 

What? Ian’s head had already been blown away by the massage.

 

* * *

 

Recently, I felt that I couldn’t use it like my heart because my body was sore. Did I work too hard? I tried stretching and exercising, but it didn’t work as expected, so I ended up spending time in a hot tub to loosen up my muscles. But even that was an unsatisfying day. When I was thinking about whether I should live with this terrible discomfort, Ian’s massage seemed to rejuvenate me. It was very painful. At first, tears flowed from his greed. I tried to run away, but Ian had no mercy on me, so he calmly drew a line and massaged my shoulders and neck. Still, when I screamed that I was in too much pain, he relaxed slightly and gave me a chance to rest. Ian pressed my body like that and touched it well, and soon gave me a perfect pleasure.

 

My whole body became soft and my muscles seemed to return to their proper places. The feeling of tightness in my shoulders or stiff neck were all gone. It didn’t stop there, but the fatigue in my whole body subsided and I felt like my stress was relieved. I could see why the drivers hired their masseuses personally. I was stunned by his massage for almost an hour. All the while, I let out sounds at will, so that I couldn’t tell if I was screaming. I thought I would fall asleep if I closed my eyes, so when I slightly opened them, I felt Ian’s gaze on me, so I was a little embarrassed, but somehow I enjoyed it. It was good that Ian showed interest in me first, and his desire to please me was conveyed through his fingertips, and the careful caress of his touch seemed to speak of his warm personality. I felt apologetic because I remembered how I treated him in such a blunt way. So I thought about what I would like to do with it. Would he like it if I kissed him again? He would like it, but that didn’t make sense. It was embarrassing for a man and a woman who were not married to kiss each other on the lips. Once was enough. Then what would be good?

 

After thinking for a while, Ian’s massage was over. When I said I would do it in return, Ian hesitated. I wondered if it was because I was weak, so I forced him to sit down and rubbed his shoulders. They were bigger than I thought. His stiff, open shoulders seduced me.  thought that men’s muscles were just for strength, but that wasn’t the case. His spittle went straight over. I vaguely recalled a conversation with the young ladies. The man said his muscles were life, which he laughed at then but understood now.

 

‘Ha ha’, I thought I was going to salivate. These days, there were many times when I needed to restrain myself. Personalities I didn’t even know kept appearing, to the point where I wondered if I had a double personality. As much as that, Ian’s shoulder and the line of muscle that came down all the way made it impossible to wake up. He flinched as I tapped him with my finger. He trembled as I carefully touched it in case it was itchy. Was it very itchy?

 

“Shall we stop?”

 

When I asked, he said he was fine. It tickles me a lot. So I clenched his fist and tapped him. I patted the back, shoulder, and neck one after another. It consumed more stamina than I thought. After tapping for a while, my arm hurt so I tapped it with the other arm. Then, when it hurts again, I changed my arm and changed it again. Every time I pressed his skin, Ian flinched. I wondered if I was doing it right, but I thought it would get better if I pressed it. I didn’t think I did much, but Ian jumped up from his seat. Startled by the sudden rise, I blinked my eyes and backed away. He hesitated and ran away.

 

What did he say? He said that he had suddenly remembered something urgent, but he hurriedly ran away without looking back. That’s because it’s such an urgent matter. I immediately followed him out and returned to my room. I rolled his eyes and looked at Patricia, who was tidying up the room, and called lightly.

 

“Yes, lady.”

 

I pointed to a chair and the cute girl approached with a smile while tilting her head.

 

“Sit there.”

 

Patricia tilted her head in bewilderment, but without questioning anything, she sat. I put my hand on her shoulder. I gave Patricia a soft smile as she bent her neck slightly and looked at me. I put strength on my hand on her shoulder. Even over the maid outfit she was wearing, soft flesh was caught. But at the end of it, I could feel the tight muscles.

 

“Miss?”

 

“Patricia, I learned a massage today, and I’ll give you one too.”

 

“Yes? How can I… It’s okay. I’ll do it for you… Yaaaaaaaaa!”

 

Was she sick? Patricia suddenly turned over and removed my hand, I was startled by her screams. Grabbing her shoulders and leaning her back, I felt guilty for some reason as she whimpered. I looked at her with slightly uneasy eyes, wondering if I had done anything wrong to the child.

 

“Oh, are you hurt?”

 

“…Lady. Did you learn this massage formally?”

 

No way. I stared blankly and Patricia let out a low sigh before she got up and put me in bed. I was caught by a little girl who was smaller than me and furred in the bed.

 

Patricia excused herself and came up next to me, sat down cautiously, and placed her hand on my shoulder, gently squeezing it. Uh, this?!

 

“Nine…”

 

My nostrils came out of nowhere.

 

‘Oh, this is so good. Oh my goodness… that’s nonsense. This softness… Comfort…’

 

Laughter came out spontaneously. She wasn’t even rocking the world, but every time Patricia wrung my shoulders and neck, I felt goosebumps all the way down to my toes. I glanced back at Patricia and she said,

 

“Massage is not a skill just because you press it so hard. Press with moderate force, mainly on the tight muscles, but you have to release the surrounding area first so that the area does not receive direct pain. You have to turn it with the feeling of releasing it. How do you feel, lady?”

 

“Good.”

 

In a drowsy and hazy mood, I answered with a smile. Her hand paused for a second and I glanced at her and she said carefully, Patricia looking at me with her perplexed face.

 

“…You can’t go anywhere and show a face and voice like that, you know?”

 

“What does it mean?”

 

Was it very ugly?

 

“I don’t know what to say, lady.”

 

Patricia smiled awkwardly as she turned her head a little further. Why?

 

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