Chapter 60: Massage Techniques

Chapter 060: Massage Techniques

“Sister Shan, how on earth do you care for your skin? It's so smooth, delicate, and springy—enough to make any young woman green with envy!” Ye Feng quickly withdrew his hand, grinning mischievously as he flattered her, though he had to admit Huang Shan's skin truly was exquisite to the touch. He couldn't help but wonder how she managed to maintain it.

“Such a glib tongue, always joking around,” Huang Shan chided, feigning annoyance as she glanced down at her glossy, stylish high heels. Paired with her short skirt and stockings, they made her legs all the more striking. Inwardly, she thought this man did have a good eye, and he certainly knew how to coax her into a better mood.

“Wow, Sister Shan, with those shoes on, you look years younger—like you're in your twenties!” Ye Feng poured on the praise with abandon. After all, compliments cost nothing. His eyes greedily drank in the sight of her legs sheathed in silk, the high heels accentuating their allure and charm.

Huang Shan felt a flush of pleasure at Ye Feng’s words, though she still scolded him lightly, “Who talks like that? No respect at all. I'm not that young anymore, certainly not still in my twenties!” She finished with a mock sigh.

“By the way, Ye Feng, do you know how to give a massage? My neck and lower back have been bothering me today,” Huang Shan said as she settled onto the sofa. She’d hurried home after finishing her work, prompted by a call from Huang Wei earlier that afternoon, and was feeling the fatigue.

“I know a bit. I’ve studied it a little, and I’ve read some medical books on the topic,” Ye Feng replied, though in truth he’d never formally learned massage. He recalled the way massages played out in certain films, where the opportunity was always seized for a bit of flirtation. Now that he found himself in such a situation, he had every intention of making the most of it. Those movie massages always seemed so straightforward, after all.

Huang Shan looked at him with gentle curiosity. “Then give me a massage, won’t you? Should I sit or lie down?” she asked, her eyes glinting with a strange light, as if there were words she wanted to say but couldn't quite bring herself to utter.

“Let’s go lie down in your room,” Ye Feng suggested, scheming inwardly. Who could resist such a beautiful woman? Especially when he himself was so vigorous and Huang Shan so alluring and delicate.

“Alright, I’ll do as you say,” Huang Shan replied shyly. It was her own private room, after all—a space no one but her ex-husband had ever entered. As she thought about being alone with Ye Feng in there, she wondered if she would even try to resist should anything happen. The thought alone sent an unwelcome thrill through her.

As soon as they entered the room, a faint, intoxicating fragrance enveloped Ye Feng. The room’s decor reminded him a bit of Huang Wei’s—soft yellow tones predominated. Seeing Ye Feng taking in her bedroom, Huang Shan blushed with embarrassment. “You scoundrel, get on with the massage!”

Ye Feng snapped out of his reverie. There would be time enough to admire the room later. “Of course. Let’s head over to the bed.”

“Alright,” Huang Shan replied with exquisite grace, slipping off her shoes and lying down slowly upon the bed. Her slender form stretched out, alluring and seductive. Ye Feng’s mouth all but watered at the sight.

He began by gently massaging her neck with strong, steady hands. Through her clothes, he worked his way over her delicate shoulders, then slowly down the length of her smooth back, finally sliding toward her slender waist. Even through the fabric, her body felt wonderful beneath his touch.

Her shoulders were soft as silk, her back smooth as porcelain, and her waist supple and graceful. Every part was uniquely enchanting. Where Ye Feng’s hands lingered was a privileged place—he could glide up to the smooth planes of her back, or down toward the twin peaks hidden beneath her clothes.

His hands worked from light to firm, displaying a deft touch. From time to time, he let his fingers drift over the curves of her hips, which made Huang Shan’s breathing grow uneven. Wherever his palms wandered, they seemed to leave a trail of fire, and Huang Shan felt a growing heat kindling within her. Her body, empty and longing, began to stir with strange sensations.

When Ye Feng’s hands strayed to her hips, a tingling itch spread from deep inside her. Her body began to tremble ever so slightly, and a peculiar sensation blossomed between her legs, leaving her gradually and inexplicably damp.

“Sister Shan, just relax—how are you feeling now?” Ye Feng’s hands roamed up and down her smooth, soft back, channeling a gentle warmth into her body.

Huang Shan let out a contented moan. “Mmm... it’s wonderful, so comfortable.” It had been so long since a man’s hands had touched her with such tenderness. Under Ye Feng’s expert caress, her long-dormant body began to awaken, stirring with an inescapable desire...

In this harmonious setting—

“Mmm... ah!” Huang Shan closed her eyes, savoring the feeling of Ye Feng’s hands kneading and stroking her. When his touch slid to the inside of her thigh and the gentle swell of her hip, she gasped and moaned, unable to contain herself. Yet she had no desire to stop, unwilling to interrupt the deliciously ambiguous pleasure.

Ye Feng judged the moment perfectly, beginning with teasing strokes before gradually focusing on her most sensitive spots, his pressure increasing from feather-light to a more urgent kneading.

“Mmm... ah!” Huang Shan couldn’t help but cry out as his hands boldly massaged her secret places, her body trembling with pleasure. Her thighs tensed with desire, and she couldn’t suppress a moan: “Ye Feng!” She realized, to her embarrassment, that her underwear was completely soaked.

“Sister Shan, how do you feel now?” Ye Feng continued to caress her shapely hips, his touch still firm. Suddenly, Huang Shan rolled onto her side, curling her slender legs up and clutching his hand in hers. Her eyes, bright with shy allure, gazed up at him as she whispered softly, “That’s enough, I’m fine now.”

Ye Feng sat on the edge of the bed, one hand holding her delicate fingers, the other still massaging beneath her curves, his eyes hungrily fixed on the lush fullness of her chest—a breathtaking sight of pale skin and gentle swells.

Huang Shan, seeing the desire in Ye Feng’s gaze, began to lose herself as well. His handsome face seemed to lure her closer and closer toward the abyss of passion. With a mischievous smile, Ye Feng leaned in, pressing her down gently, his lips finding her soft, delicate earlobe, teasing it with a gentle kiss. The tent in his trousers pressed insistently against her yielding belly.

“Ah!” Huang Shan hadn’t expected Ye Feng to be so bold. She writhed beneath him, her breath coming in gasps, her body arching as she felt the hard pressure against her stomach. While Ye Feng’s tongue teased her ear, she turned her head, her lips unconsciously seeking out his.

Ye Feng kissed her fiercely. At first, Huang Shan kept her teeth clenched, denying him entry, but soon she melted beneath his kiss. As his tongue slipped into her mouth, their tongues entwined, and Ye Feng drank deeply of her sweet, intoxicating essence.