Warrior Training System

Cassian hesitated, his hands itching to wander lower, but the fear of offending his commandant held him back. Losing his job would be the least of his worries—he could very well lose his head.

His hesitation was understandable, but it planted a seed of doubt in Sher's mind. She couldn't help but wonder if Cassian simply wasn't interested in her body because of her age, making her feel a bit self-conscious.

'What were you thinking, Sher? A brat like him would never be interested in an old hag like you. Better find another way to keep him massaging you…' she scolded herself internally. Still, as she relaxed under his skilled touch, even without the healing sensation she'd felt before, the comfort alone was enough to keep her satisfied—for now.

Still, Sher secretly hoped Cassian would make a move on her. Deep down, she had a nagging hunch that she wasn't as attractive as she used to be, but she didn't want that to be true. After all, what woman likes to admit she's no longer desirable?

No one… Sher answered her own unspoken question, muttering it softly but just loud enough for Cassian to hear.

"No one, what?" Cassian asked, glancing at her with mild curiosity.

"Nothing," Sher replied quickly, masking her thoughts behind a relaxed expression.

Meanwhile, Cassian's hands drifted lower, brushing against the softer skin just beneath her shoulders, dangerously close to her bosom. His heart raced with the fear that she might slice his hand off, but to his surprise—nothing happened.

Cassian's confidence grew with each passing moment, his hesitation fading as he realized Sher wasn't stopping him. On the other hand, Sher couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions. Part of her was amused—and even a little proud—that she, a distinguished Circle Warrior, was using her body to subtly manipulate a man. It felt somewhat shameful, yet there was undeniable satisfaction in knowing she still had that kind of effect at her age.

As Cassian's fingers slid lower, grazing the top of her chest and inching closer to her breasts—though not yet touching bare skin—Sher couldn't help but smile. His nervous expression was both endearing and amusing, a clear reminder that she still held the power to arouse someone, pushing them to the edge of doing something risky, yet leaving them unable to stop themselves.

Now, Cassian's hands trembled slightly—something that hadn't happened during the entire massage before. As his fingers finally brushed against the fabric near Sher's open button, he felt the soft, slightly elastic skin beneath it. It was different from the firmness of her shoulders, with a springy, delicate resistance, almost like pressing into a marshmallow. The sensation sent a subtle jolt through him, making his heart race just a bit faster.

According to his experience, it shouldn't have felt this way—he had touched plenty of breasts, all belonging to beautiful women of the highest caliber. But the feeling that came from touching a new pair he hadn't experienced before was still quite arousing. Growing bolder, he slowly slipped both his hands under her shirt, gently squeezing the top parts. Sher hadn't said anything so far, just sitting there with her eyes closed as he glanced at her.

'Does she think this is part of the massage?' Cassian wondered, his confidence growing with the thought. Emboldened, he slid his hands deeper under her shirt, fingertips now brushing just above her bra, squeezing with a touch that was anything but professional.

'Should I stop him now?' Sher questioned herself, the heat of his boldness stirring her thoughts as his fingers slipped further, sliding beneath the edge of her bra.

But she was afraid it might make him fear her, and that's the last thing she wanted. She could've easily forced him to massage her through intimidation, but it was always better when they did it willingly—or driven by their own desires. This time, she wanted her body to be that motive.

It felt unsettling—she had never done anything like this before. As a proud Circle Warrior, her body had only ever been a weapon, used to defeat her enemies. She couldn't understand what had led her to this moment with Cassian.

Maybe it's the years of stress, she sighed inwardly. It couldn't be helped; she'd been alone for almost a decade since her husband's death.

But why Cassian? Perhaps because he was the first man to touch her since her husband passed, or maybe it was the way he made her feel at ease—a rare comfort she hadn't felt in years. Lost in her thoughts, she barely noticed Cassian's hands slipping further, now cupping her fully. His touch grew bolder, fingers searching until they found her hardened nipples, contrasting against the softness of her skin. The sensation snapped her out of her daze, and she instinctively moved to pull his hands away.

Just as she was about to react, a sudden knock on the door made her pause, while Cassian froze, his hands still in place as their eyes met—hers slightly narrowed with a hint of annoyance.

"Commandant, the tower mages have left. You can now enter the treasury," came the voice from outside.

Sher gave a quick nod and replied, "I'll be there in a minute."

Cassian, still cupping her breasts, gave a light, regretful squeeze, his face filled with a guilty, almost puppy-like expression, silently pleading to continue. But Sher, already adjusting her shirt, shot him a quick glance.

"Well, it's a shame—I was hoping you'd massage me a bit longer," Sher said with a faint smirk, letting out an exaggerated sigh. "But alas, all good things must come to an end."

With that, she gently guided his hands out from under her bra, buttoned up her shirt, and added, "Now, let's go get you your reward."

Cassian, standing behind her with a lingering look of regret, couldn't help but feel he hadn't enjoyed the moment as much as he wanted. Just when he was about to, the knock on the door pulled the rug out from under him.—hesitating out of fear she might get angry. But seeing that she hadn't, even when he'd boldly teased her, brought a sly smile to his face.

"If you liked it that much," he said with a playful grin, "like I said, just let me know whenever you need one—just a nice dinner in exchange." Discover exclusive tales on My Virtual Library Empire

Sher's lips curled into a subtle, hidden smirk as she responded smoothly, "Well, how about tonight? After I treat you to dinner."