Kaito's fingers, like feathers, rested gently on TM Opera O's elegant and slender neck.
"!"
The girl's body stiffened instantly, like a cat whose reverse scale had been touched, instinctively wanting to turn her head and dodge.
That was one of her most sensitive and fragile areas.
As an "actress" who needed to conquer the world with her voice and her posture, her neck was both her most precious weapon and her most guarded forbidden zone.
"Don't move"
Kaito's voice was deep and soft, like the plucking of a cello string, with an irresistible magic.
"To maintain that perpetually magnificent vocal line and that elegant swan-like posture, the muscles in this area are more fatigued and need more care than any other part of the body"
He paused, observing her purple pupils slightly dilated due to surprise, and added, word for word.
"Today I am not serving the 'Overlord,' I am only serving you"
These words, like a precise arrow, pierced through all her pride and pretenses, hitting the mark.
It struck the deepest and softest part of her heart.
Yes... as an Overlord, everyone only saw her radiant brilliance on stage, applauding her victories and captivated by her magnificence.
No one ever cared about her exhaustion.
No one, like the man standing before her, had seen through the layers of splendid attire and aura the fundamental price she paid to maintain it all.
The vigilance and defensiveness in TM Opera O's eyes receded like a tide.
She stopped resisting, her body slowly relaxing, allowing Kaito's warm and professional hands to perform a gentle yet deep massage on her neck and around her throat.
This was an experience she had never had before.
Kaito's technique was completely different from those rehabilitation specialists who only used brute force.
Every bit of pressure, every kneading, acted precisely on the small muscle groups related to vocalization.
She seemed to be able to see the shape of the sound.
Currents of comforting warmth erupted from the depths of her throat, moistening her vocal cords, which were slightly fatigued from maintaining high tones for so long.
She even had a strange illusion: the texture of her voice seemed subtly refined, polished, and optimized with each exquisite massage.
The dual effects of the [Intermediate Massage Technique] and the [Intermediate Male Pheromones] were pushed to the maximum at this moment.
TM Opera O was completely captivated.
She reclined weakly against the sofa, tilting her head slightly, trusting her most fragile and proud neck completely and unreservedly to the man behind her.
Those magnificent verses, those dramatic arias, were all thrown to the wind in that moment.
Instead, groans and sighs of satisfaction were heard from the depths of her soul, which she could no longer suppress with willpower.
"Mm... Ah..."
Her voice was fragmented, languid, and had a hint of sensual hoarseness.
When the massage ended, Kaito slowly withdrew his hands.
TM Opera O remained silent for a long time.
She closed her eyes in silence, feeling an unprecedented relaxation and lightness in her body, as if shedding invisible chains of a thousand pounds.
After a long while, she slowly opened her eyes.
When she looked at Kaito again, the haughty gaze and the initial demand in her purple pupils had disappeared.
In its place was a complex, inexpressible, truly warm dependency...
"Tomorrow..."
She opened her mouth, apparently wanting to say some magnificent lines, but in the end, only three hoarse and sensual words came from her throat.
"Come back"
This was not a command, but rather a... request.
Kaito smiled and nodded.
He knew that her body had already been conquered by him one step ahead.
All that remained was that heart, prouder than anyone else's.
However, just as he was about to respond, the [Crisis Intuition] that had just calmed down suddenly sounded an alarm in his mind again, more violently than ever before!
He felt something rushing toward the lounge... no, toward him, at an extremely high speed!
That aura was filled with a mad and obsessive desire to dissect and study him... a scientific exploratory impulse.