Leanna

Chapter 140 – [The Spa] [Masseuse]

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[Leanna's POV]

[The Spa]

"Woah! Fudge! Look at our lodging!"

Zoe gaped at the modern rustic building in front of us, secluded among the trees. A combination of stones and wood, making the whole appeal sturdy and cozy.

"WELCOME!"

Lined of neatly dress bellhops greeted us, and one by one, carried our bags inside and led us to our room.

"Hey! We're on the same floor! And our room is even beside each other! How cool is that?!" Zoe exclaimed when we arrived in front of our respective units.

I opened my room with the card key the teacher handed to us and stumbled upon a cozy classic interior: dark redwoods, medieval chandelier, and rustic stone arches furnished with wooden furniture.

It was like a room you see in medieval fantasies that I couldn't help but feel all giddy at the sensation that I had been transported to another world.

The bellhop carried my luggage inside and left me as fast as he came while I was still awestruck at the fantasy-like setting of my room.

KNOCK!

KNOCK!

I opened the door, and Zoe barged inside with Estela following behind.

"Wow! We have the same room!"

"Come on, ladies! Let's go grab something to eat!" Estela pulled our hands and stormed outside, half dragging us to our feet.

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"Ahhh . . . 'Zis the life . . . ," Zoe hummed while leaning at the edge of the indoor spring pool.

"Zzzzz . . . *gurgle . . ."

"Estela, don't sleep here." I nudged the drowsy girl and helped her positioned herself up.

After we grabbed a light dinner and rested for an hour, we tried out the hotel's famous indoor spring pool. Many of the students also decided to dip in the spring, like we did.

The spring was pumped straight from a live volcano. The rules said that we have to either soaked naked or soaked with a modesty towel wrapped around our body from breasts to mid-thigh. Since the males and females were separated –– some girls decided to go naked while the three of us contented with a modesty towel.

"I'm surprised you didn't go naked on us," I teased the half-sleeping girl.

"Zhander's not here . . . no use to be naked~." Estela muffled, eyes half-closed. The warm water must have gone to her brain, making her dizzy as her head swayed left and right.

"Have you girls tried this hotel's spa?"

WOAH!

I shifted my gaze to the ceiling when our Russian professor approached us –– butt naked!

Her wet long silver hair was sticking to her hourglass body. She was so pale even porcelains would pale in comparison.

Beautiful.

But something told me she's extremely . . . deadly.

"Hello, professor."

I formally acknowledged her presence to alert the girls beside me.

"Hello, Four––err . . . professor." Estela flashed a droopy smile, eyes still half-closed.

Professor Vera returned Estela's smile. She then slid her piercing cold, bright grey eyes on me.

*gulp . . .

"Why don't you girls try out this hotel's spa? It's free of charge and feels . . . amazing."

Then she walked away, swaying her voluptuous hips. She was overflowing with confidence, attracting everyone's attention.

Now that's a sexy woman!

"Let's go!"

Zoe pulled Estela and dragged her to an empty hallway, which had a 'Spa' embossed on the entrance archway.

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The underground spa room was dimmed and spacious. Very different from the style outside. The interior was like it came out straight from an ancient Greek design.

White stones glowed turquoise by the water's reflection. Soothing symphonies and tingling soft gush of a manmade lake, gentle dripping of flowing water on one side of the wall, all were taken into consideration to create one harmonious vibe that reverberated in all corners of the chamber.

Relaxing smells of oils and incense compelled me to inhale a mouthful, soothing my muscles. At the center of it all were three laid out white linen-draped beds, each fit for a single person as three masseuses with broad smiles stood at the side, ready to serve us.

"I'll take the center!"

Zoe sprinted towards the center bed, shamelessly flung her towel aside and laid butt naked, stomach pressed on the comfy cushion.

Estela did the same, but she stumbled near the bed, face-first on the mattress. The masseuse had to position her as half her body dangled on the ground. She seemed to fell asleep the moment her face fell on the bed.

I shook my head with a smile on my face as I approached them.

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[Leanna's POV]

[Masseuse]

A woman in a room cleaning uniform sauntered in the empty hallway. The students were busy eating dinner, and some were soaking in the hot spring right now, so not a soul was seen on that floor.

The cleaning woman shifted her head left and right before she shoved the master key to a unit. She then swiftly went inside, leaving her cleaning cart behind so no one would suspect why the door was open if ever the person in the room returned.

She sneaked in the closet and casually placed a million-dollar necklace in a suitcase before she hurried out as fast as she came.

She shifted her head left and right, and when she made sure no one was around, she whistled as she made her way into the public toilet. She shoved the cart aside and went into a cubicle where a middle-aged woman with only her underwear on was unconscious on the hard cold marble floor.

She removed her clothes and put them on the unconscious woman with ease. When she was sure that everything was perfect as it should be, she left that floor and went into the upper level.

"Is it done?" Holley Goldwood asked, eyes at the scenery outside her window with both arms crossing in front of her chest.

"Yes, ma' lady."

Holley smirked. "Good."

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After the cleaning lady left the room, a masked woman in black peeled off a thin sheet, which looked exactly like the wall that stealthily covered her entire body.

She tiptoed her way towards the suitcase and grabbed that necklace the cleaning lady placed before exiting the room.

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I removed my towel and laid on the massage bed, flat on my stomach. I almost sleep my way to dreamland the moment the heavenly mattress embraced me. It was not soft nor hard.

Just the right 'comfiness.'

The masseuse handed me a sleeping mask, which I put on and resumed slumping my body on the soft hold of the bed. The masseuse covered the lower half of my body with a blanket as I closed my eyes, readying myself to be pampered to the max.

"Oh!"

"Ah!"

"What's wrong?" I wanted to take a look at the girls, but my head was stuck in the hole, usually provided on a massage bed, and I couldn't exactly see anything because of the mask. 

I was about to get up and remove my mask when I heard Estela and Zoe's voice.

"Nothing!"

The two of them replied at the same time, their voice a little strange and high pitched.

I shrugged my shoulders and closed my eyes.

After a period of time –– a warm, callus hand electrified my shoulders, sending bolts of voltage crawling all the way to my spine, and I gave it my all not to flinched so hard. I was already accustomed to masseuses massaging me, but I didn't know why these particular hands made me flinched.

Another rounds of massaging and rubbing, I had gotten used to the feeling, and my muscles relaxed. I paid it no mind that her hands were somewhat big for a girl . . . and that touch . . .

. . . feels familiar.

I smelled the fresh lemon honeyed oil and heard the sound of palms rubbing together. A moan escaped my mouth when those heated palms melted my shoulders, rendering my bones immobile at the heavenly sensation.

I held my breath when the masseuse's palms rubbed my shoulders down to my tailbone and spread to my hips again and again.

"Agh . . ."

I could no longer repressed the moans rumbling in my throat at the onslaught of pleasure after pleasure.

Then it stopped.

I didn't know what happened, but after seconds, the blanket that was covering my naked butt was being pulled down –– slowly.

Teasingly.

Like the masseuse was contemplating whether to pull it halfway, or all the way down.

And the blanket finally made its decision to cover half of my butt.

. . .

. . .

Swoosh!

My eyes flung open when the blanket released its hold on my butt, and rested on my upper back, exposing my naked bottom cheeks and legs.

What? Is this the way they massage here?