It was a difficult situation.
Minoru’s mission was to seduce the Prince, give him a conscious-fading, toe-curling climax, and read his mories. And to do all this, he has just two days.
Now, he indeed has the opportunity to fulfill his mission, but there was an observer who would surely stop him if she saw Minoru doing anything funny with the Prince.
The fortunate part? This world.
The system inford him that, unlike back in the human domain, where there are demonic energy sensors, this world has no such thing.
The very air here contains demonic energy so Minoru doesn't need to worry about getting caught using his skills.
As such, he decided to take his chances.
The small elven Prince lay in front of him, his back facing him.
Minoru was provided with a certain massaging oil. Naturally, they couldn't have allowed anything from him.
However, Minoru didn't mind.
He just needed to use body fluid to make anything aphrodisiac.
As such, before starting, he spat on his hand secretly. Disgusting, yeah. But there was no other way. He can't right out cum inside the bottle without being caught.
He poured so oil on his hands and rubbed them.
“I will start now, Your Highness,” he inford and received a hum in response.
The frail back of the Prince was his target.
“Ah …” A slow yelp left the Prince's lips. Maybe because of the hot oil.
His hands moved in slow, steady circles. The oil made the prince’s smooth skin glisten under the candlelight. Minoru traced the lines of his shoulder blades, pressing gently, then sliding down along his spine with a soft, calming rhythm.
The prince’s breath slowed. A small sigh escaped his lips.
Minoru leaned closer, letting his fingers knead the tightness just below the prince’s neck. “You're quite tense around here,” he whispered.
The prince didn’t answer, but his body lted under Minoru’s touch. Every stroke was slow, careful — as if Minoru was morizing each part of him with his fingertips.
He swept his thumbs outward across the prince’s lower back, then up again, working with patient care. The oil glided, leaving trails of warmth and comfort behind. Occasionally, Minoru’s fingertips would linger just a bit longer, pressing softly into the muscle, stirring sothing deeper than simple relief.
When Minoru finally paused, the prince’s voice ca, quiet and low, “Don’t stop.”
Minoru smiled again, leaned in, and whispered, “I won’t.”
How did he get such exceptional massage skills? From his mother. She is a professional in this.
Minoru’s hands moved lower.
He poured a little more oil into his palms, warming it again before letting it drip slowly onto the back of the prince’s thighs. The oil slid down his skin in thin lines, catching the flicker of candlelight.
The Elven Prince shifted slightly, drawing in a breath.
Minoru followed the curves of his outer thighs first, using both hands to glide upward from the knees. His touch was firm but smooth, slow, and steady. The prince’s muscles responded, softening under each stroke.
He worked in silence, letting only the sound of skin eting skin fill the room. His thumbs traced slow circles, reaching higher—closer to the edge of the prince’s hips, then back down again, teasing.
Then, he slipped inward.
Minoru’s hands glided along the prince’s inner thighs now, gentler, softer — fingers moving with care, as if savoring every inch. His touch lingered here, slow and patient, sliding closer to the sensitive places, but never quite crossing the line.
The prince tensed.
Minoru could see his cock turning stiff from the pleasure.
He was touching all those spots that made him feel he was close to touching his dick…but then, he pulled back.
The silent moans of the Prince filled the room. His whole body was burning, and his eyes were moist. This was like a slow torture for him.
Minoru leaned closer, his breath brushing the back of the prince’s thigh. He dragged his fingers up once more — from the knee to the very top — then traced faint lines downward with just his fingertips, like a whisper across bare skin.
The Prince shifted uncomfortably, clearly couldn't hold his stiffness in his shorts.
Minoru slowly lowered himself and asked in a faint whisper, “Your hips look stiff from sitting all day. Would it be alright if this lowly one touches you there?”
The elf glanced at him but found not a trace of malice or lust in those eyes.
Well, Minoru had mastered how to hide his real feelings. And despite how horny he was right now, he couldn't just fuck that hot ass right now.
He needed to be patient.
The Prince remained silent before he said, not to Minoru, but, “Aella, leave us alone.”
The soldier on the side was startled, “But, mast-”
“Do as I say,” he repeated, leaving no room for argunt.
The soldier stiffened under the oppressive aura of the Prince and Minoru as well, for the first ti, realized he couldn't judge this femboy by his appearance.
His presence was hella overwhelming.
The soldier bowed and soon stepped out of the room, closing the door behind her.
Minoru turned toward the Prince and was shocked to see him removing his pants by going on his knees.
“Let help you, Your Highness,” Minoru suggested before he pulled the shorts of the Prince, exposing two peachy, plump at buns before him.
“Continue,” he said before lying back down.
Minoru didn't miss the blush on his face, despite how much the Gladeborn heir tried to hide it.
With a grin, Minoru said, “As you command.”
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A/N:- You know it's gonna be hot soon.
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