Having laid out a plan in his head for future dojo-crashing adventures, Samael, feeling somewhat full, lazily sprawled on a recliner beneath the shade of a tree like a snake lying dead in the sun.
But after tossing and turning, his body, neglected from lack of exercise, felt unpleasantly stiff and rusty.
Then, the ancient snake's gaze happened upon a pair of little feet in white stockings dangling from the eaves above, swaying gently, and he immediately got an idea.
"Merlutsyn, come here. I've got a task for you."
Summoned with a wave, the solemn little fairy leaped down from the rooftop and landed before her caretaker, awaiting orders.
"Get up here and step on me!"
"Huh?"
Having never heard such a perverted request before, Merlutsyn stood frozen on the spot, her face flushing with embarrassment.
A quarter of an hour later, two figures overlapped beneath the shade of the tree, one above the other.
"Mhm, mhm, the right... the left... a little lower. It's fine, you don't have to be so careful. Use a little more force. Yes, I can take it. Tsk, comfortable... so comfortable..."
The snake lying face-down on the recliner gave pleased little groans as he directed her. As the neither-light-nor-heavy pressure landed on knots in his muscles, the little feet, like feet fleeing across a beach, still conveyed their soft touch even through his clothes, making his heart sway.
Standing on her caretaker's back, Merlutsyn did her best to pace over the different muscle groups as though she were walking normally. At the same time, she secretly peeked downward at someone's seemingly blissful, languid expression, and enormous question marks filled her tiny head.
Could doing something like this really feel good? She didn't get it...
"Stop... mm... stop. Not there."
Samael, his cheek distorted, gave