Chapter 200: Forcing Her To Relax.
Multiverse stories are pretty annoying to narrate over, so I’ve intentionally skipped all of Celia’s antics in those alternative Universes! I’ve saved your valuable time, as narrating that would have easily taken up one hundred more chapters. Praise me!!!…
Anyway, Celia wasn’t yet finished setting her other selves right; though, most of the important ones were now settled. Would you believe me if I said…that my wife had gotten even more powerful from saving those alternative versions?
Celia: “Ahn~…” She moaned in pleasure.
Zelia: “Stop. Fucking. Moaning.” She scolded with a fed up tone.
Celia: “I can’t stop, sorry.” She replied with an embarrassed tone.
Zelia: “Should I gag you, or something?” She suggested with a deadpan expression.
Celia: “…”
My lovely wife’s magical hands were…very much beloved by those in her harem. Not just for sex, mind you; but also in the massages that she gives. However, Celia herself hadn’t ever experienced this pleasure before; so we convinced Zelia to give one to her.
Regardless of how hard we tried to learn, none of us could compare to Celia’s skill, or even Zelia’s, who hasn’t actually given a massage to anyone else, not even her wife. In fact, Zelia was just gifted the knowledge of how to do a massage by Celia, but is already a pro at it.
Zelia: “I feel as though that this is selfcest…” She mused, still continuing with her work.
Celia: “I don’t…oh~, consider it as being that, Z-Zelia. We aren’t having sex, nor romancing each other. Besides, haven’t you seen a massage before? Even normal ones get a few moans out from the receiver.” She denied with an unbothered tone.
Zelia: “…”
Although they’re different, Zelia and Celia’s speech/how they talk, is extremely similar; so their conversations are very back and forth like this, you see. Though unskilled until now, Zelia can use a mix of Divinity, Mana, and Pure Mana to enhance her massage.
Which is why none of us could reach their level. This is a privilege to experience, so Celia didn’t take it lightly, nor did she plan on seducing another version of herself. After all, it did take a loooot of convincing to get my wife to relax, Zelia’s massage being just too tempting for her to pass up.
Zelia: “Hm… With you getting this much pleasure, despite me not trying to sexually please you at all… I wonder how much I can make my wife squirm.” She said with a lusty and curious tone.
Celia: “A lot. Our massages could probably even turn the straightest woman into a pure lesbian, who’d worship us forever. My wives certainly see those massage sessions as sex acts…” She replied with a prideful tone.
Zelia: “Damn. I can hardly wait to try this on her later… Oh, right. Celia, will you be making the wedding dresses for all your wives, and for yourself?” She asked with an excited expression.
Celia: “I already made them, actually. Ah, I might have gone…a bit crazy in designing those dresses.” She answered with an awkward tone.
Zelia: “Gone crazy? Please don’t pretend to be sane, dear; we both know that isn’t the case for any of us.” She replied with a cheeky tone.
Celia: “…”