Enter the final stretch.

The next chamber is quite a lovely bedroom. Translucent blue, silken curtains hang over a window letting in light from sun. Meanwhile, there's a surprisingly small, white bed present in the center. Fine wooden countertops line the edges of the room which hold pots of various flowers. It doesn't look like any room you've seen before, though that's been the case with everything else so far as well. You just wonder for a brief moment which one the girls would choose something more ordinary. It doesn't take long, however, for your eyes to catch the beauty standing nearby.

And considering you're still standing completely nude, it doesn't take her eyes long to catch you as well.

Dressed in a cozy green housecoat is Lalarin Relestel, the ex-noblelady who went rogue to become a superheroine. Despite that childish spandex costume she owns and how she acts during her heroic escapades, she truly is one of the more mature girls that you know. It's easy to forget that she had an entire upbringing on proper manners and etiquette, but it shows, despite her rebellious nature. She's done herself up in a few different ways, from her lashes to her hair--thick, shiny brown hair down past her shoulders that curls at the ends. Lala stands tall and confident, though upon closer inspection, you can see pink across her face, and she glances away nervously when you meet her eyes with your own.

The rabbit plays with one of her elongated ears, perhaps because of her nerves, though she is the first to speak. "Hello there, Kyle."

Her coat is being worn rather loosely. The straps haven't been tightened, so it hangs partially open around the top, giving a tease of her cleavage. It only covers down past her thighs, so slender legs continue onwards from there.

"Lala," you reply. "It's good to see you."

"You do look quite happy to see me," she says with an embarrassed chuckle. At the same time, her eyes glance down and up your figure. "But I'm especially glad to have a moment alone with you. It's been a little while, hasn't it?"

She doesn't need to know Aris is overseeing the whole trial, though it doesn't take a genius to figure out she would do that. "So you just want to talk?" you ask.

She bites her lip. "N-No. Not quite. But would you lay on your stomach for me? I'd like to give you a massage first."

You step closer to the bed. "Sure. If you want. That sounds nice." Then you press yourself down against the soft mattress. The smooth sheets feel nice against your erection, which of course is still present. With Lala dressed how she is, you can't imagine it's going down anytime soon.

Before you know it, you already feel her hands against your shoulders.

Her hands move so nicely around the knots in your muscles. As a monk, she's certainly precise, and you imagine she must know a lot about anatomy to know where to strike. In a situation like this one, however, it's a different sort of attack. Your body starts melting straight away as she kneads her hands around your shoulders. The delicate touch of a lovely woman is enough to put you immediately at ease.

"You're way too tense," she comments. "But I get it. You have a lot to deal with, especially as a Demon King."

You glance to the side where she's standing. How she's bending over, you can glance down her loose housecoat to spot a bit of her nipple beyond her cleavage. "Does it bother you that a heroine of justice would serve a Demon King?" you ask.

"Not at all," she replies. "You're no villain, Kyle. Maybe you're dispensing even more justice than me."

"That's not true. You were out there stopping crime. It's admirable."

"You're going to make me blush." She giggles, and then begins to move her massage down your back.

After a moment of silence, you speak up. "Hey, Lala... How exactly do you have this weird luck power of yours? You know, in my world we didn't have those sort of things outside of comic books and movies and stuff, but they were really popular. It's pretty amazing to see one in person. Though I've seen a lot of magic in Abso, I haven't seen anyone quite like you."

"Movies? Comic books?" she asks with a tilt of her head. "Well, I only know a little bit. I never found out the entire truth. You see, when I was little, I actually tried to run away once... After stowing away in a barrel, I was loaded onto a cart and we made it a little bit out of town before we crashed into another. I remember seeing glowing stuff everywhere, and it ended up splashing on me and some of the others."

That does sound like a superhero backstory I guess.

Her hands begin to knead into the muscles around your sides. Her skin is soft, and though she does a good job pushing deep, it doesn't hurt. It feels pleasant. "I don't really know what happened to the others," she continues. "Maybe they got the same gift I got. Or maybe something else. There was a devil guy there. I think his name started with an E. I forget. I remember there being a couple others too at least. Anyway, every since that day, I've had a strange control over luck. That's what I always called it, anyway. All I know is that a lot of things that should have killed me have miraculously missed, though... Well, you've seen how it tends to rebound as well. I'm certainly no god. That's why I train hard to be a skilled combatant."

"And you are. It's pretty impressive."

Her hands slide down over your ass. There's no massaging here. You do, however, feel a squeeze. Then after her hands retreat she giggles softly. "Hey, Kyle?"

You turn an eye back up to her.

She then teasingly slips the housecoat down one of her shoulders, and then the next. "Would you please turn around onto your back so that I can massage your other side now?"