• MC: Main Character, which is you, the reader
• (A/N): Author's Note
• Italicized words: your thoughts

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Lately, your back was experiencing regular stiffness and strains. It must be the effect of spending hours crouched over a table, studying for an exam. Lucifer and Satan already scolded you of your improper posture but still did not put in the effort to fix it. It already became a habit throughout the years which is why it was difficult to change.

Feeling an excruciating pain in your lower back, you decided to stop for a while and take a much-needed break. What better way to rest than getting a breath of fresh air? With that in mind, you flung your door open and jumped when an unexpected visitor appeared.

"Asmo!" You yelped out in surprise. "What are you doing here?"

"I want to invite you over to my room." The Avatar of Lust announced with a grin. "I recently won a gift basket filled with scented candles. They're from a really good brand so I thought to share some with you."

"Perfect timing. I'm not doing anything at the moment."

"Great. Let's go."

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"Asmo, are you sure you know what you are doing?" You queried dubiously from behind your back.

"Trust me, MC. My fingers can work magic." Asmodeus declared proudly while lubricating his hands with oil.

You sighed inwardly before pointing out. "I can't believe that the prize package came with a massage bed. This what you wanted to really show me, didn't you?"

"Who knows?" The sly demon shrugged then immediately put his fingers to work.

It was a mistake on your part to believe that Asmodeus merely wished to share some harmless scented candles with you. Once you arrived in his quarters, an odd fragrance enveloped your senses. As he claimed, several lit candles were spotted on top of the side table and drawers exuding a lavender scent. Right in the middle was a massage platform. It seemed that you entered a massage parlor rather than a teenager's bedroom.

Before you could rush back to your room, the demon seized any means of escape and pushed you onto the bed. With much hesitation, you surrendered and lied face down. It was near impossible to turn him down anyway.

"Why are you even doing this?" You interrogated as Asmodeus smoothed out your back with his palms.

"Satan often grumbled about how you will end up with a crooked spine sooner or later. And then, I coincidentally won a raffle and received a massage table with scented candles. So, I took it upon myself to help you with your dilemma."

"Hmm..." You hummed in understanding.

Before officially beginning, he combed your hair to the side, revealing your delicate nape. You shivered from the cold, earning a chuckle from the amateur masseur. Hopefully, by the end of this session, you would be able to leave unscathed without further back pains.

For starters, he squeezed your shoulders with ample strength. It did not feel too bad. What did shock you was the following action. Without any warning, Asmodeus lifted your shirt, exposing your skin to the cold air. A string of profanities almost rolled off your tongue when the demon unclasped your bra, letting the straps fall off your back.

"Asmo! Wha--"

"Shh." The demon cut in. "Leave your body to me."

Reluctantly, you clamped your mouth shut and let the masseur do his job. Asmodeus moved from your shoulder blades and began kneading your lower back with his thumb. It was a frequent spot for cramping muscles and was difficult to loosen up by simply hitting with your fists.

"How is it, MC?" The demon whispered, careful not to break the comforting silence. "Does it feel good?"

"Yeah." You breathed out in satisfaction. "It feels good."

"Is that so? I'll be sure to give it a lot of attention." He muttered then continued pressing firmly. Not before long, he settled on the dimples below your spine. With ease, his slender fingers wrapped around your hips while his thumb rubbed in a circular motion.

"There. Right there, Asmo." You mumbled as you shifted your position to match his rhythm.

A shaky breath escaped your mouth as Asmodeus applied stronger pressure on the burrows. "Here? Do you like it here?"

"Yes...mhmm..." You tried to reply indifferently but swiftly bit your lip to stifle a moan. This was getting intense, but you could not bring yourself to part from the demon's touches. Honestly, it felt too good.

Unbeknownst to you, an impending danger was ensuing as the Avatar of Lust was on the verge of being consumed by his carnal desires. Each little movement you made as you squirmed unconsciously was enough to rile him up. In his eyes, you were akin to that of a mouse caught in trap. Furthermore, you were in too deep and lost control of your senses.

"MC." He ordered. "Turn over."

Without any objection, you immediately complied and laid on your back. Peach orbs hungrily scanned your stomach and covered chest. Despite wanting to bury his face in the valley between those hills, Asmodeus prevented himself from releasing his inner beast. There was no hurry since you were already under his spell.

"Asmo?" You called out worriedly when the demon stopped moving, breaking his trance.

"Oh, sorry. I was wondering where I should start."

With half-lidded eyes, you reached out for his hand and placed it on your chest. "You can do whatever you want. Just don't stop."

Thereafter, you swore you heard a thread snapping but instantly pushed it in the back of your mind once Asmodeus cupped your breasts.

By the end of the session, your body was sore when you walked out of his room. At least, the back pains were gone.