“I worked really hard on that.”
“I told you not to push yourself too much, Hurel.”
“That’s not the point right now.”
Blaine’s face grew even more despondent as he shuffled over, shoulders slumped, toward the voice that was calm and measured, never once raised.
“I’m sorry, it’s just… I’ve never been good at hunting, and lately, for some reason… I can’t seem to succeed at anything.”
“Bee-Bee….”
“I don’t even have anything I’m good at, and I keep thinking about it. That’s probably why I was in a bad mood. Sorry.”
Blaine couldn’t help but soften at the sight of the fragile creature—who fearlessly wrapped his arms around a predator and patted him gently, murmuring soothing words. More than anything, Hurel’s embrace was so warm and comforting.
“Bee-Bee, you must have been upset. Eating something delicious will make you feel better. The stew turned out really well today.”
Hurel’s cooking was always delicious, after all. Those smooth, elegant hands moved with effortless skill, tidying up Blaine’s messy home and whipping up exotic delicacies Blaine had never even heard of. And it wasn’t just that….
“After you finish eating, want me to give you a massage? It’ll help you relax.”
“Nngh….”
Hurel pressed his soft lips to Blaine’s ear and whispered in a voice as light as down, sending a shiver through him. Blaine, trembling, tried to step back, but tension stole his words, and he could only swallow dryly.
I don’t need it. No massages. I’m fine. He rehearsed the words in his head over and over, steeling his resolve, clenching his fists, and finally, slowly, he opened his mouth.
“Y-yeah… do it….”
***
And that was how he ended up like this. He had been completely naked in front of Hurel before—thanks to that damn broken dish—but that didn’t mean he was used to it. His palms were slick with sweat, and he flexed his numb fingers to ease the tension.
“Relax and lie down comfortably.”
“Ugh….”
Blaine’s dark skin flushed crimson with embarrassment. He knew he had to take his clothes off for a massage, and there was nothing to be ashamed of, but no matter how many times he told himself that, the shame wouldn’t fade.
“Uh… if you keep wasting honey like this… isn’t it a shame? I mean….”
“It’s fine. I’ll just lick it all off later.”
“Oh….”
Right. That makes sense. Blaine nodded in understanding, then paused. Wait. What? That wasn’t…
Before he could protest, Hurel returned with a mixture of honey, water, and some secret recipe, pouring it generously over Blaine’s bare skin. The sudden chill made him flinch, and he bit his lip.
“You have to relax completely, or it won’t work.”
“B-but….”
“Come on, Bee-Bee.”
“Nnngh….”
But he couldn’t help being tense. More than that, Blaine was terrified of what would happen if he did relax. Hurel sighed, watching him lie stiff as a log, then reached out and squeezed a handful of Blaine’s plump flesh.
“Ngh….”
“See? My fingers can barely sink in.”
“…S-sorry….”
Blaine finally squeezed his eyes shut, took a deep breath, and forced himself to relax. His limbs went limp, and Hurel, satisfied, began kneading his thick chest with more pressure.
“Nn, y-yeah….”
Relaxing only made it harder to stifle the embarrassing sounds escaping his throat. But this was nothing compared to what was coming.
“Mmph!”
Hurel’s hands were relentless—squeezing, lifting, shaking his chest as if he were working out knots, his fingers suddenly pinching a small nub. Blaine’s eyes flew open.
“Th-there! Don’t touch—!”
“Shh, stay still.”
“S-stop it… Hiiik—”
Blaine grabbed Hurel’s wrist, but the butterfly met his resistance with an innocent gaze, and Blaine’s protest crumbled. He could have pushed him away, demanded he stop, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it.
“Nn, ah… Nnngh! H-hngh.”
Hurel pinched his nipple hard between his thumb and forefinger, then dragged his fingernail lightly over the top. Aaaah! Blaine gasped, tears welling up as he slowly released Hurel’s wrist.
“D-don’t… nngh….”
“I’m just giving you a massage. You’re the one misbehaving, Bee-Bee.”
Hurel let go of his nipple and resumed the very convincing massage, his five fingers sinking into the soft flesh again and again.
It felt… too good. The way his hands worked Blaine’s chest—no, massaged it—was warm, soothing, and addictive. The pleasure was lazy, impossible to resist. And it did make his body feel lighter the next day. Blaine denied it vehemently, but he was already hooked on the way Hurel touched him, even when he pinched and teased.
“Ahh, nngh….”
The way Hurel’s honey-slick fingers circled his areola, pressing and releasing, sent waves of pleasure through him.
“Your muscles are so tense. Poor thing.”
“Hngh, h-hic….”
Hurel squeezed the underside of his chest, making the already ample flesh swell even more. When he pulled upward, Blaine’s cleavage deepened. Humiliated, tears brimming, Blaine mumbled an excuse.
“I-I’m not fat… it’s just… m-muscle knots. Right?”
“Mhm, that’s why I’m working so hard to loosen them for you.”
Maybe if he endured this, his chest would get a little smaller. If that were the case, he could bear the embarrassment. Blaine tried to convince himself, relaxing his body. After suffering through all this shame, it would be unfair if the massage didn’t even work. He had to listen to Hurel for the best results.
“Nngh.”
“Good boy. So pretty.”
“Hngh….” Being called pretty didn’t make him happy at all. Blaine sniffled, pouting, but before he could protest further, Hurel’s other hand grabbed his ass, and his vision darkened.
“Ah! I said don’t—nngh—pinch!”
Hurel, with his angelic face, loved to torment him—pinching his nipples mid-massage and blaming Blaine for squirming.
“You’re the one moving around.”
“Hngh….”
It wasn’t fair. Tears welled up in Blaine’s eyes.
“Stay still. Then you’ll be pretty.”
