Chapter 137: Yinling Wellness Center (3)
Ji Ning had originally thought Qin Yanshu giving her a massage was just for show—after all, he didn't look like someone who had ever worked in this line of work.
But those beautiful hands of his settled on her back. His fingers and palms pressed and kneaded along her shoulders, neck, and back. The deep, dull ache that followed made Ji Ning genuinely feel herself relaxing.
"Miss Ji, how is the pressure?" Qin Yanshu's cool, clear voice sounded. His tone was mild, beyond reproach.
Ji Ning silently commended Qin Yanshu's "professional dedication" and played along. "You can go a little lighter."
True enough, the force of his hands lightened. Wherever his fingers traveled, they glided over skin and muscle on a film of massage oil, gently kneading. The sensation was indescribably pleasant.
Ji Ning closed her eyes, her toes curling slightly as she endured the mounting ticklish sensation from Qin Yanshu's hands moving progressively lower.
And he didn't stop. Both hands bracketed her waist, thumbs and forefingers sinking in, before working all the way down onto the flesh of her buttocks.
"Mmh…" Ji Ning let out an involuntary murmur, her body giving a small shudder.
She turned her head to look back at Qin Yanshu. His expression was flat, his gaze cool and detached as he watched his hands knead her rear, as if she were truly nothing more than a lump of dough.
That reaction of his left Ji Ning too embarrassed to say anything. She could only turn her head back, bite down, and endure it.
With her eyes closed, every step of Qin Yanshu's motions became distinct, every sensation more acute.
First, he used his palms in circling sweeps to loosen the muscles of her rear. Then his thumbs sank into the flesh, pressing the acupoints at the junction of her inner thigh and buttock.
Ji Ning's face flushed bright red as she held it in, her legs clamped tightly together, rigid with tension.
But Qin Yanshu hadn't done anything improper. Ji Ning could only exhale softly, swallow her moans, and pray for the butt massage to end quickly.
Yet after pressing the acupoints on the underside, he shifted to using his thumbs to knead the flesh of her rear along the inner slope toward her thighs. If his hands moved just a tiny bit farther forward, they would be at her most private area.
Ji Ning couldn't take it anymore. She squirmed her bottom and let out a whine. "Mmm…"
She made a noise. The person behind her showed no reaction, but his hands finally left her rear and moved on to work on her legs.
Those were ticklish too, but far better than having her rear massaged.
Qin Yanshu's technique was meticulous and deft. He worked Ji Ning's calves until they felt limp and pliant. Lying on the massage table, she was nearly falling asleep.
Once he finished with her body, he moved on to her feet.
Because the pressure he used was exactly the light, gentle touch she'd requested, it was barely a step away from tickling.
Ji Ning let out a small, huffing giggle. Her foot flinched away, but Qin Yanshu caught it and pulled it back.
By the time he finished working on her back side, Ji Ning felt as if merely lying there had been an exhausting ordeal.
She let out a long breath and thought to herself, Qin Yanshu clearly doesn't want to be doing this kind of thing. But even though he's unwilling, he's put real care into it.
He's actually quite a decent guy.
"Could Miss Ji please turn over and face me?"
Qin Yanshu's voice broke into her thoughts.
She steeled herself and cooperated, rolling over. She just didn't know whether her hands ought to cover her top or her bottom.
She couldn't be blamed for her bashfulness. After all, this was more mortifying than anything she'd ever experienced in any instance before.
Qin Yanshu was fully clothed and so utterly cold. That made her feel completely unmoored, so of course she couldn't just let herself be completely exposed without the slightest care right from the start.
What was more, there were no cameras watching, so there was no need to force her behavior to conform.
Ji Ning told herself to take things as they came, to settle her mind. She lay flat on her back, her arms shielding her body as she watched to see what Qin Yanshu was doing.
Considerately, he brought her a pillow to prop under her head, as if he didn't notice the way she was sneakily covering her chest and groin.
Then he moved back to the side of the bed, poured massage oil into his palm, and slowly rubbed his hands together to warm it.
Ji Ning watched him make his preparations. Her gaze traveled from his long, slender fingers up to his face and found him focused solely on his own hands, not sparing her an extra glance.
That made her feel a little more at ease.
After warming the oil between his palms, Qin Yanshu didn't say anything further. He simply took Ji Ning's inconveniently placed wrists and set them aside. Both his hands then swept down from her collarbones in one smooth motion, circling around the swells of her breasts in a kneading arc.
Ji Ning's breathing stopped entirely. Her eyes went round. Qin Yanshu's direct, matter-of-fact technique scared her into total stillness, terrified that any careless wriggle or twist would bring her sensitive nipples into contact with his hands.
Compared to this moment, she suddenly realized that lying face down, seeing nothing during the massage, had been pure heaven.
As things were now… this wasn't tormenting Qin Yanshu at all. It was so clearly tormenting her.
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