"Then please lie face down on the bed, Commander, and leave the rest to me."
Levi followed the instructions, rolling over and laying flat on the bed, hands resting on either side. His fingers absentmindedly brushed against the soft fabric beneath him.
Belfast bent slightly and unbuttoned Levi's upper garments, revealing the neatly toned muscles beneath.
—Before being transported here, as a corporate drone who had worked for years, keeping my weight from skyrocketing was already my greatest effort. I couldn't really ask for more.
"Commander, please try to relax as much as possible."
Belfast slipped on her gloves, gently adjusted Levi's posture, and then squeezed out liquids from several bottles and jars that Levi didn't recognize into the palm of her hand.
Levi wasn't idle either. He let his hand gently trace the arch of the head maid's foot, feeling the delicate skin beneath the stockings.
"Commander, I'm about to begin."
Belfast rubbed her hands together for more than ten seconds, warming her palms before pressing them gently against Levi's back.
Levi felt a warm current flow from his back, spreading through his limbs and up toward his head, guided by the mysterious liquid.
"Mm…"
A soft moan of relief escaped him.
Belfast's touch was perfect. Starting at the head, her fingertips traced Levi's scalp, gliding along the hairline to relax his mind.
"Commander, is this pressure acceptable?"
As she spoke, Belfast circled her fingers around Levi's temples, easing the tension from his recent lack of rest.
Levi had expected her to get straight to the point—but this was a proper massage.
…Somehow, he felt a little disappointed.
His fingers wandered to the side of Belfast's delicate foot. Understanding, she raised her foot slightly, letting him explore the arch with light pressure.
"Of course… Mm…"
Levi let out a small nasal sound again.
It was no surprise—she truly was a head maid. Even while multitasking, her skill at serving others was impeccable.
Balancing on her toes, Belfast pressed the palms of her hands against Levi's neck, kneading upward to release tension.
"Commander, if you feel stiffness here, it means you need more rest."
She pressed the acupuncture points along either side of his cervical spine, explaining, "This promotes circulation and relieves fatigue in the neck muscles."
…Does that mean I don't want to rest?
…You all are relentless. I barely even get enough sleep!
Levi grumbled silently but said, "Understood."
For now, it's my body that's exhausted.
After this, it will be up to the repair ships to handle the rest.
Thinking this, Levi slipped off one of Belfast's heels and gently intertwined his fingers with her toes, like lovers holding hands.
Belfast didn't wobble at all. Her delicate hands slid up to Levi's shoulders and back, pressing and kneading his muscles alternately with palms and fingertips.
"Commander, the area around the shoulder blades is also prone to fatigue. It should be relaxed frequently."
She focused on the shoulder blades, using her thumbs and index fingers to knead the area with precision.
"Oh…"
Levi couldn't help but make a sound.
Whether from issues brought from before the time travel, or from recent riding positions, his shoulders were indeed tense.
"Commander, this area shows the highest fatigue…"
Not really.
Levi continued his mental grumbling to ease the sensation.
After all, shoulders aren't the part that's been overworked—my waist is definitely the most fatigued.
"Commander, next is the waist. I believe… this area bears the most strain, correct?"
After finishing his back, Belfast replenished the liquid and stepped to the side, focusing her massage on Levi's lower back.
Her hands pressed firmly against the muscles, kneading with strength, while her thumbs rhythmically pressed the acupoints on either side of his waist.
Without her small feet to help distract him, the sensations from the previous massage intensified.
"Ah…"
If he had groaned at his shoulders, now Levi was audibly vocal.
Waves of tingling emanated from his lower back—a sensation he knew all too well! But he would never admit that a few massages by Belfast could completely defeat him.
Before being transported, he had despised male actors in spa scenes who cried out in relief, thinking them overly dramatic.
…Now Levi understood. A perfect massage can indeed bring a pleasure so intense, it becomes almost unbearable.
His entire body tingled, feeling as if he had soaked in hot water all day.
"Commander, this area… is especially fatigued."
Belfast focused on the most strained muscles of his lower back, kneading with determination. Levi gritted his teeth, trying to remain silent.
—One slip of a moan could ruin the mission.
It's said you can't trust a fart when you have diarrhea. Now Levi dared not trust any reflex when his back ached.
For the sake of the future, he had to endure!
Fortunately, Belfast had no ill intentions—he could feel the relaxation in his muscles, much improved compared to before the massage.
"Your lower back will need more massages and relaxation."
Belfast leaned close, blowing lightly into Levi's ear:
"Commander, shall we schedule another session tomorrow to work on your lower back?"
Levi nodded, without even thinking of refusing.
A satisfied smile curved Belfast's lips.
"Then it's settled. I'll book it for you, Commander."
As she subtly left, she didn't forget to continue her hand movements, pressing along his thighs down to his ankles.
"Mm…"
Levi's legs weren't very tired—he'd been lying down all this time, hardly using them.
Belfast meticulously massaged his feet, balancing pressure to be pleasurable but not painful, giving Levi top-tier treatment.
"Commander, now it's time to face forward."