Chapter 144: Yinling Wellness Center (10)
When Ji Ning and Madam Ji returned to their home in this instance, it was already around ten o'clock. There was an additional middle-aged man in the living room of the large villa; it seemed the male head of the household had returned.
Madam Ji beamed and went to greet him, showing him her face. The two embraced and went into the first-floor master bedroom.
Ji Ning only needed to call out "Father" to be free.
With a housekeeper still present, Ji Ning observed discreetly. Noticing a crystal and feather bead curtain hanging in the passage of the spiral staircase leading to the second floor, she guessed her room was up there. She went upstairs, found her room, and locked the door.
In the privacy of her own space, Ji Ning relaxed, curled up on the carpet, and took out her phone to report her findings in the group chat.
Lemon Cake: I don't know what exactly the treatment Madam Ji went to the fifth floor for was, but the facial results are remarkably obvious. And from what I gathered from the manager, this service has a limited quota. Also, the quotas for male and female clients are different.
After a short wait, Qin Yanshu's reply came first.
Number 9 Poker-faced Technician: I'll look into the treatment.
Lemon Cake: I'll also try to ask Madam Ji about it.
Lemon Cake: Madam Ji is bringing her husband next time, I think it's a great opportunity. I want to go with them.
Jiang Ting: I found the client records. The customers going to the fifth floor are wealthy and influential, mostly in their forties or fifties, predominantly female.
Jiang Ting: The fifth floor has a membership fee of five hundred thousand alone. A single treatment costs ninety-nine thousand, and they also have to sign a non-disclosure agreement. The content of the agreement doesn't reveal much, just a promise from the client to keep the treatment details confidential.
Seeing the information Jiang Ting sent, Ji Ning was greatly shocked. At that price, they could practically be applying gold leaf to faces.
What kind of rare and precious ingredient could be so scarce and so beneficial for maintenance?
As Ji Ning pondered, the wind blowing into the room from the balcony carried a few indistinct snatches of conversation. Though she couldn't make out the words, the flirtatious, ambiguous tone was unmistakable.
Putting down her phone, Ji Ning quietly crept closer to the balcony, leaned over the railing, and bent down slightly, trying to eavesdrop on her "parents" talking downstairs.
Now that she was closer, the words of the two people in the room below became clearer. By half-listening and half-guessing, she could get the gist.
"This money was well spent, your skin is all tender now." This was Mr. Ji's voice.
"Yes, husband, I feel like my flesh has tightened up. Feel quickly, see if down below has become tender too." This was Madam Ji.
Ji Ning listened, her face full of embarrassment. She thought to herself, thank goodness these aren't actually her real parents' faces, otherwise how torturous would this eavesdropping be?
Mentally repeating "they are all NPCs, it's all fake," she adjusted her mindset, and carefully, avoiding any noise, continued to lie on the railing and eavesdrop.
"Husband, that stuff not only has to be applied to the body, but also eaten. I was truly terrified at first, but for your sake, I still ate it."
"It works, it really works. Even your little pussy has changed, so tight."
"Husband, try fucking me."
After a series of rustling sounds… the conversation downstairs gradually changed into the moans and lewd words of sex.
Seeing she could no longer hear any useful information, Ji Ning quickly retreated to her room to check her phone.
During that time, they had sent many messages; she had several unread ones, not only in the group chat but also private messages.
Jiang Ting: Ning-Ning's identity puts her in close contact with the clients who did the treatment. For areas inconvenient for us to know, we still have to rely on Ning-Ning to provide information.
Jiang Ting: When investigating, don't be impatient, safety comes first.
Jiang Ting: Where's Ning-Ning? @Lemon Cake
Number 9 Poker-faced Technician: Are you still there? Is she not looking at her phone?
Then came a private chat from Jiang Ting.
Jiang Ting: Tell me as soon as you see this, I'm very worried.
Ji Ning first replied to Jiang Ting: I'm here! I was eavesdropping on the NPCs talking on the balcony just now.
Then she replied to the messages in the group chat.
Lemon Cake: I heard Madam Ji say that treatment requires external application and internal consumption, and she mentioned feeling very afraid of it. Combined with Mr. Qin saying he saw a cold storage box, I'm guessing what they eat must be something quite disturbing.
Lemon Cake: Bull penis? Deer uterus? Placenta? Fetuses!!
Number 9 Poker-faced Technician: This is a horror instance, fetuses are very likely the correct answer.
Jiang Ting: Something worthy of a cold storage box, rare and precious, needing confidentiality. I believe fetuses are the correct answer.
Lemon Cake: What a pity I couldn't hear much more before they started going at it. Now the sounds of their moaning are getting louder and louder. I need to hide in the bathroom for a bit.
Hugging her phone, Ji Ning walked into the bathroom and even closed the door.
However, the upstairs and downstairs master bedrooms were on the same side of the house. Tonight, Mr. and Madam Ji were exceptionally enthusiastic, and their voices were completely uninhibited. Even with Ji Ning closing the door, waves of wanton moaning still reached her ears.
By the sound of it, Mr. Ji's vigor was undiminished, and Madam Ji remained as alluring as ever.
Lying in the bathtub, Ji Ning felt her waist go weak and her legs turn to jelly, infected by the stimulated sounds.
She sent a message to Jiang Ting: They're going at it so intensely…
Jiang Ting replied instantly: Hmm?
Lemon Cake: I want to do it too…
Jiang Ting: Feeling aroused? It's a pity I can't come to you right now.
Jiang Ting: Why don't you touch yourself first?
Lemon Cake: Damn it, to think I'd be affected by NPCs, and they're my parents in this place… this uncontrollable body of mine, it's pissing me off!
Jiang Ting: This is quite normal, a natural law.
Lemon Cake: Boss Jiang, please do me a favor. Can you send me a voice message to clear my mind? I want to hear your voice.
After a moment, Jiang Ting indeed sent a voice message, only two seconds long.
Ji Ning pressed play and put it to her ear.
"Baby…"
That deep, magnetic man's voice, that damned sexy testosterone. Ji Ning's ear tingled at the sound, and down below became even more uncontrollable.
As if possessed, she reached her right hand down below and rubbed the spot of her clitoris through her panties.
Jiang Ting sent another message: I want to hear your voice too. Can you send me a soft moan?
Ji Ning, blushing shyly, bit her lower lip, closed her eyes, and rubbed the tip of her warm vulva again. Perhaps because the scenario was too embarrassing, she actually felt even better than usual.
Pressing the talk button, a soft, tender moan was also recorded.
Immediately after, Ji Ning released her finger and, relying on memory of the position, hit send.
…
The group chat had suddenly fallen silent again. Qin Yanshu stared at it for a long while. If no one spoke soon, he would leave this little room; he had already stayed inside for too long.
Just as he was about to exit the interface and turn off his phone, a new message loaded. It was a voice message from Lemon Cake.
Qin Yanshu brought the earpiece close to his ear and tapped the voice message to play it.
"Mm… so good…" The voice was as delicate as if boneless, tender as if it could drip water.
Qin Yanshu: …
The person whose expression had frozen stiff still somehow let his finger tap down on the voice message bar again. That soul-captivating moan rang in his ear once more.
After sending the message, Ji Ning didn't feel the vibration of an incoming message for a while. Puzzled, she opened her eyes to look.
The moment she looked, her face instantly turned from pink to the red of a monkey's bottom.
What exactly went wrong with my left-handed operation why why why was the voice message meant for Jiang Ting sent to the group chat ah ah ah ah ah!
Her right hand quickly pulled out from her skirt. Trembling, she long-pressed on the message, frantically trying to hit that recall button.
But while her mind was screaming "delete it quickly, delete it quickly," hoping it hadn't been noticed yet, her hands were faster than her brain. In her panic, she resolutely hit the delete button instead.
The message was gone, and Ji Ning's face was completely lost.
Jiang Ting: Where's my kitty? Why hasn't she sent a soft moan yet? I'm waiting to hear it.
Ji Ning, feeling completely dead inside, replied: Sent it wrong… in the group chat.
Jiang Ting didn't reply instantly, probably going to the group chat to listen to the voice message.
After a moment he replied: Can you still recall it?
Ji Ning was nearly crying: I pressed the wrong button! It became a delete…
Amused, Jiang Ting returned to the group chat and sent a message.
Jiang Ting: @Qin, don't play that voice message.
With trembling hands, Ji Ning also switched to the group chat. Seeing Jiang Ting's message, she silently prayed this embarrassing incident wouldn't be overheard by outsiders.
But calamity never strikes alone. This time, Qin Yanshu was actually willing to say one extra word.
Number 9 Poker-faced Technician: Too late.
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