Chapter 133: A Little Spark of Genius

"So, what's the problem?" Cassian asked, starting to grasp what she was aiming for."Well, at first, it was creating these mana particles, which we call Nash particles. After a lot of hard work, we managed to do that. But now, the issue is containing them—they destroy everything, even the space around them," Katherine said, sounding weary. "It's been difficult to keep them stable. And if I figure that out, the next step is turning it into a usable spell…"

Cassian was focused on massaging her thighs, which felt as familiar as ever, yet he always discovered something new each time. Now, he couldn't help but notice how perfectly shaped they were, fitting snugly in his hands. As he continued, he said, "The Parisosa spell seems pretty similar to what you're trying to create. Why not use that as a starting point?"

Katherine's excited smile faded slightly as she paused to think. "I hadn't thought of it that way…" she said, her tone a bit uncertain.

Cassian, too engrossed in the feel of her thighs, didn't notice the shift in her mood. "Well, now you have. Does it help with figuring out your problem?" he asked.

Katherine sighed, her expression thoughtful as she looked off to the side. "I don't know… it might," she admitted. "I'll need to make some calculations and see if the properties of the Parisosa spell can be adapted to stabilize the Nash particles."

Cassian finally noticed the seriousness in her eyes and paused for a moment, his fingers resting on her thighs. "Take your time, my lady. If anyone can figure it out, it's you," he said with a reassuring smile.

Katherine smiled at his compliment, a glimmer of hope and excitement sparking in her eyes. She couldn't be sure if his idea would work, but the possibility that Cassian might have helped solve a problem that could elevate her to a god-like existence filled her with delight.

Deciding he deserved a reward for his insight, especially since she'd been keeping him waiting for weeks, she said with a playful grin, "Well, how about we move this to the bed?"

Cassian's eyebrows lifted in surprise, but a smirk quickly formed on his lips. He stood up, the exhaustion from the day momentarily forgotten as Katherine shifted to bed.

Cassian waited for Katherine to undress as she usually did before a massage on the bed, but this time, she simply lay down with her clothes still on. A flicker of disappointment crossed his mind at the thought of the extra effort it would take to remove them. However, the idea of gradually doing so while massaging her sparked a new sense of anticipation. Finding it unexpectedly arousing, he moved to sit beside her thighs as she lay on her back, looking up at him.

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Cassian let his hands gently trail over Katherine's clothed thighs, the fabric adding an intriguing barrier between his fingers and her skin. He started slow, kneading the muscles beneath with practiced skill, feeling her body gradually relax under his touch. Her breathing deepened, and she closed her eyes, a subtle smile appearing on her lips.

He leaned in slightly, catching the faint scent of her perfume. His fingers traced down to the edge of her dress, and he paused for a moment, glancing at her face. Seeing her eyes still closed, he gently lifted the hem, exposing her legs up to her knees.

He checked her expression again, but there was no reaction, so he continued, revealing more of her legs bit by bit. Though he hadn't forgotten to watch for any sign of awareness or response, he couldn't help but wonder if she would stay relaxed and unbothered by this unconventional massage—or maybe even enjoy it.

It wasn't about seeing more of her, as he had already seen her bare before and undressed her lot of times. Instead, he was curious to see if this would draw any reaction from her.

But he wanted to enjoy this moment, too. He took a long look at her exposed thighs, then squeezed one with a raw, hungry desire, nothing like the practiced motions of a massage. He let his hands roam over both thighs, relishing their softness as he gripped them firmly.

They were full, pale, and inviting, tempting him to feel more. He shifted to sit between her legs, sliding her skirt off to reveal dark green panties that stood out enticingly against her fair skin. Cassian placed her thighs around him, savoring the feeling of their inner warmth against his body while his hands explored the outer curves up to her waist and over her hips.

Noticing she still showed no sign of discomfort or objection, he continued, blending firm, appreciative squeezes with genuine massage strokes to ease the tension in her muscles, which had noticeably tightened since the last time.

He moved on to massaging the muscles around her core and near her love handles, which felt softer than the rest. The same softness as her core muscles, and the thought of feeling them made his anticipation grow. For now, though, he was content with squeezing her love handles, feeling her thighs tighten around him with each firm press. Searᴄh the Nôvel(F)ire.ηet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

Noticing her relaxed state, Cassian was pretty sure Katherine was either asleep or pretending to be. Either way, he was determined to find out tonight. But first, he would finish the massage he had started. Once that was done, he'd confirm his suspicions about whether she was awake or asleep while continuing his more daring actions.

The first thing he was going to do now was raise her top, exposing her stomach up to her breasts. His eyes focused on the curves of her stomach, lingering most on her deep navel—the most erotic part of her abdomen. He gently positioned her butt over his thighs, pulling her closer to him, and leaned down to kiss her stomach. As his lips made contact, he noticed her tremble slightly, but her eyes remained closed, and her mouth stayed silent, not releasing a sound.

Smirking, he leaned in to place more kisses, trailing up toward her navel. Each kiss seemed to make her quiver, though he couldn't tell if it was from pleasure or simply the sensation of his soft lips brushing against her skin.