Only Through Clothes

On the third day after the construct experiment was completed.

The fourth floor of Orendo Castle's laboratory was also the top floor, as well as the bedroom he shared with his mentor—separated into two rooms, of course.

In Aegwynn's bedroom, she lay on a recliner while Orendo stood behind it, suffering and enjoying himself at the same time.

He was happy because his hands were intimately touching the skin of his mentor, whose looks scored a ninety-eight, letting him experience that infinitely wonderful sensation.

He was suffering for the same reason: this intimate skin-to-skin contact could not go any further, bringing him the particular agony of male frustration.

Right now, he was giving his mentor a massage...

In his previous life, Orendo had been a librarian at a downtown library in a first-tier city. The library had every kind of book. Though Orendo had not read them all—and could never have read them all—

There had been a period when, out of interest, he read more than a dozen books on body massage and physical therapy in succession.

For an ordinary person, remembering even half of books they had read years ago, in another world no less, would already have been terrifyingly good memory.

But thanks to the Eye of Truth, Orendo not only remembered every detail from those dozen or so massage manuals he had once read, but also used the Eye of Truth to infer and improve upon them based on the human body structure of this world, creating a special and unique Orendo Therapy Method.

What Aegwynn was enjoying now was precisely the original secret technique of Orendo, the little massage boy...

To a certain extent, the reason his relationship with both mentors had progressed by leaps and bounds in just one year—and why he could even "roll around in bed" with Solarian, the wholesome kind—was largely due to this massage technique.

Both Solarian and Aegwynn were mages, women, and extremely homebound archmages. Though Arcane energy had enhanced their bodies, they were still easily worn out and fatigued.

Then a big, adorable boy with an immature appearance that seemed utterly harmless offered to relieve their fatigue. He claimed this method had been learned from ancient Pandaren monk texts and guaranteed that it was absolutely effective.

Ordinary people did not know what Pandaren monks were, but Solarian and Aegwynn did.

Quel'Thalas could not possibly lack information about the Pandaren. The former Kaldorei Empire and the Pandaren Empire had once been friendly allies.

As one of the elven archmages, Solarian had also read some records concerning Pandaria. They were not particularly detailed, but she was hardly completely ignorant.

As for Aegwynn, if she wished to, what could the mere mists of Pandaria possibly mean to her?

Thus, both women knew at least something about Pandaren monks. They knew it was a profession with an exceptional understanding of bodily structure and a unique system of its own.

With the added advantage of his adorable appearance that charmed both elves and humans, the endorsement of the legendary Pandaren monk texts, and confidence in their own strength—

Solarian and Aegwynn both accepted Orendo's well-intentioned massages without prior discussion. From then on, things spiraled out of control.

Aegwynn was still manageable. The Guardian possessed a resolute mind and could pull herself out even after becoming engrossed. Orendo also did not dare truly misbehave around her and had always been careful.

But Solarian was different. The homebody Astromancer was far less intimidating than the Guardian, and there was also their aunt-nephew relationship—making her more reassured, yet making things more taboo, and making it easier for her to fall deeper.

So... that was how the current situation came to be.

The result was the Guardian's furious magic, which left him lying beside his gentle aunt for three days, his hands numb, sore, and aching for three days!

So now, even with skin-to-skin contact, Orendo held himself back with all his strength. This was not his gentle aunt—this was his irritable grandmaster!

Mm... it was like stroking a tiger's whiskers.

Beside the student and teacher engaged in their massage session stood a figure whose body had temporarily been dyed gold, with a light, graceful form that closely resembled Orianna from some world called Valoran.

Its cat's-eye gemstone eyes gleamed with intelligence as they scanned its master's movements and key points—this was Orendo's request. He could massage his two mentors, but his two mentors would not massage him.

And his original form of physical therapy truly could greatly alleviate bodily fatigue and restore a mage's energy more effectively and quickly.

Wanting to enjoy it himself but unwilling to teach anyone, Orendo simply had Nana-Ni learn massage. In the future, Nana-Ni could give him physical therapy, help restore his stamina, and provide spa treatments!

Thus, Lady Guardian wore an expression of enjoyment, her eyes slightly closed as she occasionally hummed through her nose. Her full, mature body would occasionally twist atop the recliner.

Meanwhile, Sir Severosa wore a conflicted and pained expression, yet his hands remained hopelessly enamored as they intimately touched his teacher's skin according to the massage techniques provided by the Eye of Truth.

Beside them, Nana-Ni, who was ninety percent identical to the Clockwork Spirit, stood completely motionless. Only her eyes constantly scanned Orendo's movements.

This continued until Aegwynn casually opened her eyes and looked up at the conflicted little boy.

"Is it painful?"

"Hm?" Orendo was startled.

"Your elven aunt probably doesn't restrict you like I do, does she?"

"Uh..." He did not dare answer.

At least she wasn't like you, forbidding this and refusing that. Though he could not do anything improper with Solarian, some wholesome touching was still allowed.

That was what Orendo thought to himself.

"The time has not yet come. You must endure."

"Mm..." Orendo answered vaguely, unsure how to respond to the beautiful Lady Guardian's words.

Although he knew he had been chosen to become a tool, before she made it explicit, Orendo decided to pretend he did not know.

"I'm in a good mood today."

She suddenly added.