Ero Saint: I Created An Ero Massage Parlor In Another World Chapter 2: Althea

"Haa...!"

I jolted upright from my sleep, breathing rapidly and heavily, my heart pounding in my chest.

Frantically, I checked over my entire body, and only after confirming that everything was intact and there were no injuries did I breathe a sigh of relief.

"Thank God it’s just a dream..."

"I should probably stop reading those reincarnation novels for a while. It’s likely because those stories always use the sa cliché of the protagonist getting hit by a truck that I’m reliving the sa experience in my dreams."

Then I rubbed my forehead and muttered confusedly, "But what about that purple-haired woman? Could she have appeared because my libido’s been out of control lately? Maybe she was just the embodint of my ideal type of woman? Because, let’s be honest, a woman that perfect, with a gorgeous face and a body like that, just doesn’t exist in real life."

"And what’s she talking about? Another world? Hah, as if such a thing truly exists."

As I murmured to myself, a voice suddenly ca from behind .

"But that wasn’t a dream, though?"

"Who?!" I quickly turned around at the unfamiliar yet familiar voice at the sa ti.

The sight that greeted next sent a shiver down my spine, making tremble.

"H-how are you here??" I was so nervous that my voice ca in a stutter.

The incredibly beautiful woman with purple hair from my dream was now standing before , her face no longer hidden by the veil, showcasing features so captivating they stirred my emotions intensely.

There are simply no words that could define her beauty.

I was so intoxicated by her beauty that I didn’t even realize my cheeks were burning intensely, my penis saluted extrely as if it wanted to break free from the confinent of my pants.

I couldn’t help but think, ’Seriously, it’s just her face, so why am I struggling to control my desire already? Wait, why do I feel moistness in my pants? Damn, what’s happening? Did I really just climax from just seeing her face? Am I truly that desperate for a woman?"

I was stunned by how strongly she affected my emotions.

Hurriedly, I gathered all my willpower and, with great effort, finally managed to look away.

Only once her face and figure were out of view did I manage to sowhat regain my composure. I no longer felt like I was drunk.

"D-did I fall out of bed and hit my head so badly that characters from my dream are now appearing in reality?"

"Fufufu, as amusing as I find your reaction and as much as I’d like to play along, I have to tell you the truth. No, you’re not dreaming. Everything you experienced earlier was real, including , of course!" the beautiful woman chuckled softly.

Her clear laugh, reminiscent of a cheerful bell, makes my knees buckle almost imdiately.

I’ve read countless descriptions in novels about how a woman’s voice could be so alluring and gentle that it would make listeners weak in the knees. But this was my first ti experiencing it firsthand.

"Oops, my apologies. A bit of my Charm accidentally leaked out, but you should know it was beyond my control. As the Goddess of Lust and Love, everything I do, including speaking, naturally evokes strong emotions. Despite this, I’ve tried my best to restrain my power so you don’t beco overwheld with desire, unable to focus on anything but mating."

Her explanation didn’t help in the slightest. Instead, it only made the throbbing in my head worse.

At the sa ti, I couldn’t help but feel growing discomfort in my lower region. For so reason, just hearing her talk had brought to climax several tis, leaving my pants drenched.

I didn’t understand the reason, but it seed like her voice carried a mysterious effect, inducing arousal, exactly like what an aphrodisiac would do.

"We can’t have a proper conversation if this continues," she remarked with a hint of helplessness.

Then, she suddenly continued with excitent, "Oh, I have an idea! Wait a mont!"

I barely registered her comnt as I was consud by exhaustion.

Climaxing several tis in quick succession left feeling utterly exhausted and weak.

Just as I closed my eyes, I heard her voice again.

"I’m back... oh, you look pale! Hurry, drink this!"

In a daze, I accepted what she offered. It was a wine glass filled with a rich, fragrant red liquid.

’A wine?’ I thought briefly before downing the cup in one gulp.

I was so parched that I montarily overlooked the caution against taking food or drinks from strangers. It could have been poisoned, but I wasn’t in a state to worry about that. All I craved was a drink to ease my dry throat!

After finishing the drink to the last drop, I felt a surge of energy flood back into my body almost imdiately. The dizziness and weakness that had been bothering vanished, and my mind cleared. I was astonished to find myself back in my peak condition again.

"What did you just give ?" I couldn’t help but ask.

"A Rejuvenating Potion. Hehe, how do you feel now?"

"Fantastic. Better than ever," I responded instinctively before the realization hit .

’Damn, what exactly is going on? Who is this woman? And what did she just give ? A potion? Who uses words like that to describe dicine syrup in the 21st century?’ I frowned.

The woman didn’t seem to mind my sudden silence. But just because she appeared indifferent didn’t an I wasn’t concerned! I was anxious as hell the entire ti. I don’t know what to ask first!

Under normal circumstances, I wouldn’t hesitate to ask. But after going through a series of strange experiences, I’ve beco cautious and fearful of this mysterious woman. I an, who wouldn’t?!

Initially, she appeared out of nowhere and made an offer that sounds sothing like when a prostitute is trying to sell themselves. Then, a truck unexpectedly hit , yet I woke up perfectly unhard.

Afterward, I realized just seeing her face and hearing her voice made feel intoxicated, as if under the influence of an aphrodisiac. I even climaxed several tis from the latter. And then she fed sothing she called a potion.

None of these events is remotely normal!

I knew I couldn’t stay quiet forever. So, after a bit of ntal scrambling, I finally spoke, awkward and unsure.

"You said everything I’ve experienced is real... including you? You’re not just so fignt of my imagination?"

Learning from my experience, I didn’t dare to look at her face, fearing I’d be drunk on her beauty.

"Yes,"

I continued, still confused.

"And what about the truck? Was that real too? I still rember the pain of being hit by it. It felt way too real. But now... well, as you can see, I’ve got no injuries. And I’m still alive and kicking."

"What makes you think you’re still alive?"

"Huh?" Her answer caught off guard, and I instinctively looked up before quickly lowering my gaze again.

"Don’t worry, you can look at now. I’ve changed my form, as you can see."

’Changed your form? Like putting on new clothes or a mask?’ I didn’t fully grasp her words, but after a brief hesitation, I slowly raised my eyes.

I saw a doll.

The doll was small but had the exact sa face and body figure as the purple-haired woman. It was like an identical replica of her.

"What do you think? I still look beautiful and cute in this doll form, right? More importantly, now we can talk face-to-face without you getting overwheld by my voice and face." The doll’s mouth moved as it spoke, but instead of being creepy, it ca off as oddly cute.

I was just about to reply, my mouth open, when she spoke up first.

"Oh dear, I nearly forgot. We’ve been talking for so long, yet I haven’t even told you my na."

"I’m Althea, the Goddess of Lust and Love."