The gentle and tender pressure from Kendra's hands was on point. It was so comfortable that Darryl exhaled deeply. 'It feels so good to have a pretty lady give me a massage here.'
After massaging Darryl for a while, Kendra bit her lip with her blushed face and asked, "Darryl, is it enough?"
She feared Garans would go ballistic, so she spoke softly and carefully.
Darryl stretched his back and pointed at his leg lazily. "Good strength. Massage my legs now."
It was a rare opportunity for Kendra to give him a massage. Darryl did not want it to end so soon.
Kendra was stunned and reluctant to do it. 'Didn't we agree to just pretend? Does he really think he's my master?'
Despite that, she walked over to Darryl's legs and kneeled down to massage him.
Darryl was very relaxed, and he was at the perfect angle to admire Kendra's curvy figure. Kendra felt that Darryl was checking her out, and her face began to flush red. She was so shy and angry, but she did not dare to stand up.
Ten minutes later, Darryl felt it was about time. He stood up and said, "Alright. I guess they should believe us by now."
He spoke in beast language with the Garan leader. "Okay. You can let this woman out."
"Yes, Royal Master."
The Garan leader quickly responded and roared at the rest of the Garans. Then, the Garans who guarded the door made way for Kendra, and they became gentle and soft, unlike before.
Kendra trembled and felt extraordinary. Then, after she regained her senses, she looked at Darryl with a conflicted look. "Did… Did you use beast language when you communicate with them?"
Darryl nodded. "Yes, I asked them to let you go, and they did not suspect us anymore after they saw how close we were."
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