Reincarnated in a depressing erotic world but living a normal life (right?) The Art of Mineral Massotherapy

The world of massage, contemplated from a strictly scientific and professional perspective, constitutes one of the fundantal pillars for maintaining hoostasis and the overall well-being of the organism.

(Mmmgh... vrrr-haaa... sss-ahhh!!)

When external pressures from the environnt saturate the receptor channels of the nervous system, the application of controlled manual stimuli acts as a biological catalyst capable of reconfiguring the body's response to chronic stress, promoting a deep relaxation that goes far beyond the simple cutaneous surface.

(Krrr-ack... h-haaa...!! Mmmgh...!!)

The physiognomy of this discipline is based on a milliter-precise knowledge of the circulatory and lymphatic pathways; an invisible map that, when traversed by expert hands, can radically alter an individual's physical and ntal state.

(Mmmgh... ahhh-h-haaa...!!! — Krrr-vrrr!)

Thus, if we analyze the deep chanics of an elite body treatnt, the first objective is always the decompression of the connective tissue—that network of fasciae that envelops the muscles and tends to contract due to forced postures or the exhaustion of daily routine. For by sliding the palms with a steady rhythm and a milliter-calculated pressure, the secretion of endorphins and serotonin is stimulated, the hormones responsible for neutralizing cortisol and generating an imdiate sensation of lightness and relief.

Why the hell are you saying all that?

Because it is a purely physiological process where increased blood flow oxygenates the cells, accelerates the elimination of tabolic toxins, and restores natural elasticity to the muscle fibers, optimizing the overall performance of the biological chassis as if it were a high-engineering tune-up!

However, the scopes of advanced massotherapy are so vast and multifaceted that its effects can branch out in completely opposite directions depending on the intent, the rhythm, and the exact point of application.

In fact, in the clinical and dical field, for example, a therapeutic massage can be the key to rehabilitating severe injuries, reducing joint inflammation and stimulating cellular regeneration in damaged tissues!

Seriously, why the hell are you talking about all this?

Quiet, dear reader, for all will be revealed in due ti!!

But anyway... Where was I...? Oh, right, I rember... Ahem... On the other hand, if the technique shifts subtly toward the realm of sensory stimulation, controlling erogenous zones through floating touches and a rhythmic kneading on the nerve endings at the base of the spine and the thighs can trigger an intense sexual pleasure response, elevating peripheral sensitivity to levels truly overwhelming for the sensory system.

("Incredible!")

But at that mont, in the distance, a small voice filled with childish wonder montarily broke the neutrality of this detailed docuntary review.

("Go on, keep going... Mom~!")

There, cheering on with pompons as I glanced sideways, I saw Silver with his helt tilted completely upward, contemplating the flow of the technique with such overflowing pride that it seed his silver joints gained centiters of volu from the pure self-satisfaction of watching his "mom" execute a master-level procedure.

"Mmmgh... ach...!"

On the other hand, right next to Silver, sitting on a root, Flora wrinkled her tiny nose and began to rock back and forth, ready to launch another golden pollen grenade that threatened to induce a somniferous coma throughout the entire clearing.

("I've got it!")

Though fortunately, and with an animation speed that defied air friction, Silver reacted with the speed and precision of a flash, pulling out one of the handkerchiefs I had given him as a precaution, containing the threat on the spot.

"... Snif... Thank you..."

.... I'll be frank, that was a close one.

("You're welco!")

And after the feat, both remained sitting together, swinging their legs in total tranquility while continuing to watch the technical demonstration as if it were the most fascinating educational docuntary of the season.

(Vrrr-haaa... sss-ahhh... Ooooh...!!!)

... Ah, right... Well... Returning to the theoretical and scientific aspect, there is a third application of massotherapy that is rarely ntioned in the tourist brochures of luxury spas, but which is just as effective if one possesses an absolute knowledge of anatomy!

What, what is it, you ask...?

Hehehe... Very simple, dear reader... The answer is... The use of manual stimuli as a tool for coercion and subtle torture!

You see, the human body is packed with hyper-vulnerable pressure points and exposed nerve plexuses that, if pressed with the exact amount of force or through a knuckle placed at the wrong angle, can send signals of excruciating pain directly to the brain without leaving a single physical mark or bruise on the skin.

Consequently, an operator who masters the location of the sciatic nerve, the subscapular trigger points, or the occipital base can alternate between absolute agony, therapeutic relief, or sensory ecstasy just by modifying the trajectory of their fingers by a single milliter!

.... It truly is, in essence, the perfect duality between healing and absolute control through touch.

(MMMMGH... VVRRR-HAAA... AHHH-H-HAAAH... ♥!!!)

"..."

(KRRR-ACK... SSS-AHHH... OOOOOOOOH... ♥!!!)

".... Haaa."

... Alright, ok, I get it... I can't keep looking away... Well... after hearing all this, I think it's finally ti to stop evading reality for a mont and reveal the truth.

Let's just admit it already, dear reader. You are probably staring at the screen with an eyebrow raised so high it's practically touching your hairline, wondering what kind of dical-sexual-military docuntary I just dropped on you, and, above all, what the hell is actually happening in this forest clearing while I was trying to distract your mind (and mine) with advanced massotherapy theory.

Yes, I know, I owe you an explanation.

So, with all the resignation in the world and accepting my tragic fate as the protagonist of a story that has clearly lost its way... let's face the music!

(GZZZZZZZT—TCH-TCH-TCH!!!)

Do you hear that? That subtle snap, that sparking sound of pure static beginning to resonate between the wood and the damp grass... It's not a speaker malfunction... It's real energy...

Let's see—if we pull the cara back a bit from my face and widen the shot to reveal the entire scene, what you will see in the middle of this clearing, bathed in the ethereal glow of the two moons, is . Specifically, you will see both of my bare hands, completely coated in a constant electrical discharge flickering with sky-blue sparks, sinking into and directly molding the marble surface of the two stone statues.

Yes, those two goddesses of unimaginable beauty and sinful details that just a few minutes ago were prostrated at my feet... The very sa ones that are completely without clothes... The very sa ones adopting positions so utterly erotic, perverted, and explicit they would make anyone's cheeks burn...

("You can do it, mom!")

"Go for it~!"

And there I am, applying a massage to two statues literally made of solid stone through regulated voltage techniques combined with my massage arts, channeling the current through their sculpted forms while they react by writhing with a petrified vitality, emitting those gasps loaded with suggestive hearts as if they were reaching the absolute climax of pleasure.

"......"

My expression while executing this surreal display of mineral stimulation?

Ahahaha... Co on, dear reader, we've been through a lot together, so I think you should understand the kind of expression I have right now.

Huh... You don't know...?

(Mmmgh... vrrr-haaa... AHHH-H-HAAAH... ♥!!!)

Obviously, it's a completely hollow stare, looking at absolutely nothing!!

(GZZZZZZZT—TCH-TCH-TCH!!!)

But putting that aside, while the sparks keep jumping from my fingers and the marble writhes beneath my hands with an elasticity that insults geology, let's try to piece this ntal puzzle together once more.

You ask why do it?

... Now that I think about it... That's a good point... Why a review...? No, rather... Why does it feel like I'm being cheated on and neglected by watching other points of view and such... Mmm... Why could that be...? (Staring intently)

("Mom, you're the best!")

... No, no, maybe I'm just imagining things... Forgive for doubting you, dear readers... Anyway, returning to the brief summary of events once more—everything started going to hell back in that forest, when that damn fog separated us and a plant-woman tried to kill !

So, to beat her, I resonated with both Silver and Goldie, and by adopting the form of the Veil Knight, I won and ended up falling into an underground bandit hideout where, after defeating them, one thing led to another... Until we got here!

Whether it wasn't lazy to say it that way...?

Look, I'm not going to keep repeating that damn summary like a broken radio because I have things to do.

"Y-Yeeeess~, mom!"

I an, on both sides, both Silver and Flora are putting so much effort into their support, as if they were cheering from the front row of a stadium... Or rather... I don't watch sports, so... who did they learn to do that from...?

"... Mmmgh... Ugh... ach...!"

Imminent danger! Amidst all the jumping and celebrating, Flora's nose began to twitch rhythmically again, threatening to unleash another somniferous burst over my improvised mineral spa.

("Not so fast!")

However, before the golden pollen could even touch the air, Silver intercepted the threat with the precision of a tactical hawk, slapping the handkerchief right onto the little fairy's face with a flawless movent that smothered the sneeze on the spot!

... Ok, maybe I do watch so sports... But not the kind you are imagining... Huh... You want more details...?

Ahahaha, of course not! (Flat-out refusal)

(OOOOOOOOH... ♥!!!)

... But putting that aside for the mont.

(GZZZZZZZT~!!!)

Let us resu the thread of the exact events that preceded this compromising picture, right at the mont when the roar of the static ceased and ti seed to freeze in this forest clearing.

You see, when both marble statues raised their polished faces toward , their mineral eyes radiated nothing beyond... Well... How to describe it...? Oh, I've got it—it was like the exact, milliter-precise, and desperate expression of an addict who has been deprived of their dose for months and has just seen the shipnt right in front of their nose!

And before you ask... No, there was no better way to describe it.

So, it was in that fraction of a second that my brain, activating an implacable deduction protocol, began to analyze the available clues at the cri scene!

You want the deduction?

Then let's go right ahead and examine the puzzle pieces!!

Premise number one: the figures are made of inorganic marble, but they possess a petrified vitality capable of defying the laws of physics.

Premise number two: it is an irrefutable fact that Silver was the one who "rescued" them and brought them here.

Therefore, I deduced that the key to the mystery lay in a prior action executed by my little armor!

But from that, an elentary question arises, my dear reader... What specific stimulus could have triggered such a level of fixation and withdrawal syndro in two stone statues... Or rather... How can they move to begin with?

(GZZZZZZZT—TCH-TCH-TCH!!!)

However, cross-referencing the data and searching through my mory files, the answer jumped out with the clarity of a crucial clue.

I rembered with total sharpness that underground incident where I was locked up using Seraphina's body, where I fused with Silver to adopt the silver knight form (female version) quite a while ago!

On that occasion, to nullify a curse tornting so prison mates, I found myself under the strict professional necessity of applying an intensive manual treatnt... What, don't look at like that?!

Listen, only Silver's gray flas could nullify the curse they had, according to Echidna's words back then!

Huh... You're saying Echidna could have done it herself...?

.... Now that I think about it... You are absolutely right in what you say... That damn woman!!

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Ahem.... The verdict was elentary!!

Silver witnessed that exact technique. And by attempting to replicate the "rescue" with these statues using his own thods, he unleashed a chain reaction in them that altered their composition, which gave them life and therefore a purpose... But being statues of that kind, they must have experienced an existential crisis in search of pleasure, as dictated by their original, immobile positions, which led them to seek a pleasure they could not obtain!

And why couldn't they?

Very simple, dear reader, that is... Because they are made of stone!

(MMMMGH... VVRRR-HAAA... AHHH-H-HAAAH... ♥!!!)

Therefore, following the logic of my analytical deduction, the next mystery to solve was how these two inorganic beauties managed to connect the dots to point directly at .

But the answer, dear readers, according to my infallible deduction, boils down to a classic cognitive bias of this wonderful and absurd Isekai world.

You see, imagine the scene from the perspective of these stones in their infinite existential tornt of molecular dissatisfaction. They are lying there, writhing in a continuous spasm, and suddenly they see an imposing, tiny, cute, and destructive next-generation silver armor arrive.

But then, that combat machine throws itself at and, with total childish devotion, calls "mom"!

... It was obvious what would happen according to the clichés of any good, self-respecting Isekai story... Except for specific cases, of course...

In the standard hierarchy of any generic fantasy, an unwritten rule exists: subordinates and shadows are always lesser reflections before the presence of an infinitely more powerful master who controls them from the shadows!

To their marble brains, I wasn't just a simple, stressed human; I was the mastermind, the pinnacle of the biological food chain, the supre being who possessed the original and definitive version of the power that was tornting them.

... I'll take this chance to admit here, between us, that I am thousands—what am I saying thousands, millions of tis weaker than Silver physically! (Absolute pride).

(GZZZZZZZT—TCH-TCH-TCH!!!)

Though well, these poor souls trapped in their own perverted design weren't wrong regarding my practical usefulness.

After all, I actually had an effective way to provide them with help!

The result? What you are witnessing right now. Activating an unprecedented hybrid configuration, I fused my docuntary knowledge of elite massotherapy with the regulated voltage technique of my own energy.

By channeling a constant but milliter-calibrated electrical discharge through my bare palms, the static penetrated the marble layers, overloading their mineral receptors and forcing the stone to mold and yield to infuse pleasure!

But perhaps you are wondering... Since when are you capable of doing that?! Or are you in magical girl form?!

And the answer is... I am still in human form!!

(KRRR-ACK... SSS-AHHH... OOOOOOOOH... ♥!!!)

And it is here, right at the climax of this bizarre geological treatnt, where I must reveal the true technical miracle making this operation possible.

You see, if we stick strictly to what I was historically capable of doing up to this point, I shouldn't be able to manifest this technique with this degree of control in my civilian human form.

Under normal circumstances, my bare hands are just that—hands. To channel and regulate a voltage of this magnitude without carbonizing my own tissues, I obligatorily require an external conductor, a physical catalyst like a taser to act as a distribution bridge.

"However... contemplate optimization at its finest and admire my progress!"

Mysteriously, from the very instant I opened my eyes in this forest clearing and woke up from my monuntal hangover, I felt an unprecedented lightness.

It is as if my performance bar has received a next-generation firmware update!

(GZZZZZZZT—TCH-TCH-TCH!!)

... Although, if I think about it carefully while watching my hands flicker with static... what the hell is this sudden change in my body actually due to?