Chapter 608 - 244: How’s My Technique?
Chapter 608: Chapter 244: How’s My Technique?
Shen Yuan could clearly feel an almost primal urge screaming through his entire body.
He wanted to slide his palm down, to caress the smooth curve of her hips and, just below the hem of her skirt... the pure white of that absolute territory.
’I can’t...’
He took a long, deliberate breath, slowly exhaling the restless energy from his chest.
He used the pads of his fingers to find the sore spot she had pointed out earlier—a slightly stiff area near the small of her back.
He could feel the delicate texture of her skin through the fabric. Pushing aside all distracting thoughts, he applied a bit of pressure, his knuckles firming as the pads of his fingers began to knead with a steady, moderate force.
This was no longer a gentle caress, but a purposeful motion, aimed at soothing the tense fascia.
Shen Yuan’s hands were warm and strong. He started by covering the tense muscles at the center of her waist with his entire palm, applying a steady pressure as he slowly kneaded downwards.
He could clearly feel the softness of her skin and the slight stiffness of the muscles beneath the pads of his fingers.
He slowed his movements. Beneath the soft texture of her off-white knit sweater, the pads of his fingers began to trace the hollows on either side of her spine, applying a steady, moderate kneading pressure in an upward motion.
The pads of his thumbs precisely located the sorest points on her waist, working in patient, small circles to massage away the knotted ache.
At first, Li Zhi’s body was still slightly tense.
As the warm pads of Shen Yuan’s fingers continued to knead, waves of comfort spread from the point of pressure, and the tight furrow of her brow unknowingly smoothed out.
A sigh of utter relaxation escaped her throat, and she snuggled her cheek more comfortably against the soft pillow.
However, when Shen Yuan adjusted his fingers slightly, increasing the pressure and nearing a small, exceptionally sensitive and delicate area just below the dimples of her waist—
...!!
Li Zhi’s body jolted!
The tips of her toes, which had been resting lightly on the sheets, instantly tensed to their limit!
Her small, delicate toes curled up tightly inside her socks.
Her slender arches reflexively tensed into a taut, graceful curve, causing the line of her calves to suddenly straighten.
A sudden, subtle, tingling sensation shot through her waist like an electric current, striking the soles of her feet and startling a soft cry out of her.
"Ngh...!"
"Hm?"
Shen Yuan immediately felt the tremor under his palm and saw how her feet had tensed completely. His hands froze.
Li Zhi’s voice, muffled by the pillow, was laced with the flustered panic of being caught and a deep, burning shame.
"It tickles..."
That tiny, unusually sensitive patch of skin on her lower back felt as if a spark had been lit on it. A prickly, ticklish sensation, carried by the warmth of Shen Yuan’s palm, spread rapidly.
Her curled toes and tensed arches betrayed the embarrassment she was trying so hard to suppress.
Shen Yuan watched Li Zhi’s reaction. He didn’t immediately pull his fingers away. Instead, his intense gaze swept over the graceful line of her arches, taut with tension.
A flicker of primal curiosity, mingled with a fascination for her captivating state, silently tightened its grip on his mind.
"Does it tickle?"
Shen Yuan’s voice dropped, becoming lower and huskier, as if he were breathing right against the shell of her flushed ear.
As he asked, the pads of his fingers pressed down slowly, with a deeper, steadier force!
He was no longer just circling gently. Now he pressed down heavily on the edge of the soft flesh of her tense waist, using the firm ridges of his knuckles to feel the subtle tremor beneath her delicate skin.
He increased the pressure a fraction more, yet cleverly kept it just below the threshold of actual pain.
"Hold still. It’s too stiff here. It needs a good massage."
"Mmph!"
Li Zhi swallowed a deeper groan back into her throat.
She buried her face deep in the crook of her arm, not daring to let him see her expression.
That deliberately intensified pressure, like a feather charged with a faint current, instantly tore through the defenses she had thrown up.
A strange, tingling ache erupted from that single point on her waist like a surging tide, sweeping fiercely through her entire body!
Li Zhi’s waist arched upward uncontrollably in a slight, reflexive curve!
The body beneath the pads of his fingers began to tremble uncontrollably.
The sensation was so intense that the tender muscles in her calves tensed uncontrollably, her toes curling even tighter inside her socks.
It felt as if a melting sensation was seeping into the very marrow of her bones.
’Hold still’...
As if she could do that just because he said so!
Shen Yuan clearly felt the trembling and silent struggle of the body beneath his palm.
"Relax. Don’t fight my pressure. The more you resist, the less effective the massage will be."
Right now, her slender spine was a taut, trembling line beneath the fabric.
Shen Yuan’s gaze greedily devoured the graceful, arching curve of her body, a shape formed by her desperate attempt to endure.
The pads of his fingers, which had been sliding slightly as he massaged, were slowly kneading the supple skin of her waist through the fabric when...
...imperceptibly, stealthily, tentatively... they shifted just a little lower.
The texture under his knuckles changed abruptly as the edge of his finger pad brushed against a distinctly different border.
The top of her tights.
Li Zhi’s breathing dissolved into chaos.
Her own fingertips, clenched into fists, had turned white. A suppressed sound struggled to escape through her gritted teeth.
And when that touch, like fine sandpaper grazing skin, brushed over the very top edge, Li Zhi’s body instantly went rigid as stone!
Her arched waist sank abruptly, a desperate attempt to evade the unexpected touch!
Immediately followed by a short gasp that seemed to detonate deep in her throat!
"—!"
It was as if an unexpected jolt of electricity had struck her to the core. She burrowed even deeper into the pillow, as if trying to pin her face—a face that betrayed all her shame and agitation—to that soft haven forever.