Chapter 138: Yinling Wellness Center (4)
The girl lying before him had flushed cheeks, her eyes clouded with a trace of panic. Her breasts rose and fell in small, rapid motions from her quickened breathing—impossible not to notice.
Luckily, Qin Yanshu had enough self-control to stay clear-headed and do only what he was supposed to do.
But even just his straightforward massage made it hard for Ji Ning to stay calm.
His fingertips pressed at the base of her breast and stretched upward toward the nipple, kneading along the sinews beneath the skin one by one. The aching, swelling sensation drained the strength from her body like air leaking from a balloon, leaving her limp and soft.
After the stretching, he cupped both breasts and kneaded them in circles. Every time his palm brushed seemingly by accident over the tip, it sparked a sharp jolt of stimulation, coaxing a flurry of light gasps from Ji Ning.
The little buds, pinkish-red, had been rubbed and grazed so much they now stood fully erect, looking vividly ripe, unbearably tempting.
At this point, the one giving the massage still wore a blank expression, while the one on the bed was already dazed and unfocused.
The contrast between them was stark, only making Qin Yanshu look even more like an emotionless robot.
And it got worse—because all of that had just been an ordinary massage.
After finishing the last circle, Qin Yanshu pinched the stiffened little cherries between the index and middle fingers of both hands, kneading them together with the surrounding flesh.
Not only that, he switched up his technique, soothing the tips with his palms, rubbing them now lightly, now firmly.
Ji Ning couldn't stop the moans Qin Yanshu pressed out of her. Her legs tangled together, arched up, then dropped back down. At some point, the sheets beneath her had gotten damp, the moisture clinging to her bottom in an embarrassing mess.
But she had seen the animations downstairs—they really did show this exact technique. There was no way she could accuse Qin Yanshu of slipping in anything extra.
Wave after wave of varied stimulation poured over her without pause. Ji Ning opened her eyes and first looked at her chest. The sight of her pale, tender breasts being squeezed and deformed under his hands was intensely erotic.
Her gaze shifted up to Qin Yanshu's face. His eyelids were lowered, his expression quiet.
This time, however, he finally lifted his eyes and looked at her.
Ji Ning had already been with four men in the game. Aside from Song Weiyang and Sheng Churan, who were easy to approach, even Xing Ye and Jiang Ting had been difficult to get close to at first.
But none of them had ever looked at Ji Ning the way Qin Yanshu did—as though there were no emotions, no thoughts at all.
Ji Ning felt it wasn't so much that she couldn't read him, but that there was simply nothing in his eyes for her to interpret.
Yet even as he looked at her like that, his hands kept pressing and rolling her sensitive nipples with light, unhurried strokes.
Waves of tingling numbness flooded her whole body, and another trickle of fluid leaked out from between her legs.
The more her body surrendered to pleasure, the more mortified Ji Ning felt. Because Qin Yanshu didn't seem to be putting any thought or effort into it at all—and yet he'd already played her into this state.
Ji Ning turned her head away. She stopped caring what Qin Yanshu was doing and simply decided to treat it as genuinely enjoying a massage.
Once she made up her mind, she stopped holding back. She let her body go loose, drifting with the current, and moaned whenever she felt like it. After all, her character was the "Lustful Rich Beauty." Even if she'd had to bite her tongue during the regular massage to keep from giving herself away, now that things had gotten improper, it was only fitting to act a little "lustful."
Qin Yanshu naturally noticed Ji Ning's subtle shift. He had come to understand her a bit by now.
This girl had a wonderful body and was unusually sensitive. A couple of casual touches and she'd already be wet—no surprise men were drawn to her. It was only natural she'd end up on the Popularity Leaderboard.
Over the last half hour of the massage, he'd noticed her struggling with herself. Seeing how cold he was, she'd wanted to moan but didn't dare. Stuck in this absurd game world, she'd still clung to a shred of shame and stubbornness.
And when she realized he didn't care one way or the other, she hadn't minded either. She simply let go of her burdens and enjoyed it, no longer concerning herself with him.
This kind of personality wasn't anything extraordinary, but it was genuinely endearing.
Since Jiang Ting liked her, he could afford to be a little nicer to her—though only up to this point.
Ji Ning closed her eyes and turned her head to the side, her mind growing comfortably hazy. She felt Qin Yanshu's hands finally leave her breasts. His oil-slicked fingers slid smoothly down to her lower abdomen, the tips brushing lightly over her mons.
The heat flowed downward and gathered between her legs. The area grew hypersensitive; even that gentle stroke sent an unbearable, tingling itch through her.
Qin Yanshu was very skilled at teasing.
His long fingers pressed and kneaded along the plump outer labia on both sides. Even though he hadn't touched her most tender spot at all, he'd already reduced Ji Ning's thighs to jelly. She couldn't help but twist her body, silently urging him to hurry up and touch her pearl.
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