Chapter 138: Massage for a Beautiful Woman
Chapter 138: Massage for a Beautiful Woman
How to answer—that was the question!
Zhang Yang obviously didn’t know how to give massages. What he said earlier just slipped out unconsciously. With his limited skills, if he really tried, it’d just end up as groping. He didn’t want to ruin the faint bond of half-teacher, half-friend that existed between him and Yang Fei.
No matter how chaotic things were outside, whenever he came to Yang Fei’s dorm, hearing her soft, clear voice lecturing and the sound of pages flipping always calmed him down, like sitting on a beach at night listening to the tides rise and fall.
“I’ve learned a little. If it’s convenient for you, Teacher…”
After seeing her face showing real discomfort, Zhang Yang thought for a moment. If she agreed, he’d splurge and spend fifty points to have the system teach him massage techniques.
His system points were originally sixty-seven. That day, after dealing with five assassins and punishing Bai Liangfeng, he earned six rounds of three points each. His total became eighty-five. After losing one point for taking lawyer Liu Yingying’s Beetle, he had eighty-four points left.
Spending fifty points on Yang Fei was a bit extravagant, but he thought it was worth it.
Yang Fei hesitated for a moment, but since her waist really felt uncomfortable, she nodded. “Alright, I’ll see how good you really are.”
Hearing that, Zhang Yang couldn’t help but feel thrilled. She actually agreed?
She was like a goddess—cold, proud, breathtakingly beautiful, with a stunning figure that could make countless men dream without ever earning a smile from her. And he, of all people, could be alone with her, giving her a massage?
If word got out, it would probably attract endless jealousy and hate.
Zhang Yang decisively spent fifty points and asked the system for a massage technique. The system granted him a special-grade Kneading Technique, claiming it could open meridians, relax tendons, invigorate blood flow, heal ailments, and even reach the level of dissolving one’s soul in bliss.
Judging from the description, it sounded downright heaven-defying.
He didn’t know just how powerful this special massage really was, but fifty system points could buy something on par with the Super Anti-Cancer Cell Theory, so it definitely wasn’t bad.
After receiving the system’s data transfer, Zhang Yang quickly learned the massage technique. Of course, it was his first time using it, so he was bound to be a bit clumsy—but he had no choice but to try.
“Teacher, please lie down on the bed.” After learning the technique, Zhang Yang hesitated. According to its requirements, for the best effect, the person had to lie down, and the room temperature had to be around twenty-seven degrees. Most importantly, the subject needed to be completely naked.
But Zhang Yang wouldn’t dare ask Yang Fei to take her clothes off even if his life depended on it.
Just getting her to lie on the bed would already be pushing it. She might even refuse outright.
But Yang Fei looked at Zhang Yang and saw nothing inappropriate in his eyes. So, after a brief hesitation, she grabbed a pillow and slowly lay down.
From above, Zhang Yang looked down at her. Yang Fei was lying on his bed completely defenseless, her hands gripping the pillow, her stunning face resting on her folded arms.
Below was her snow-white neck, then the tight blue cotton top, perfectly outlining her figure from her shoulders down to her slender waist—graceful and soft like terraced fields. Further down, her round, perky buttocks curved upward like gentle hills. Though covered by a dark red plaid skirt, he could almost feel the springy smoothness of the skin beneath.
And below that were the most perfect part of her entire body—her long, white legs!
Yang Fei’s legs were the longest among all the women Zhang Yang knew—even slightly longer than Qiao Xier’s. The proportions between her thighs and calves were astonishingly harmonious, like something out of an anatomy textbook. Her long white legs were wrapped in thin black stockings, but even that sheer fabric couldn’t hide their incredible elasticity or the snow-like skin underneath.
Her skirt was short—so short that when she lay down, it nearly reached the base of her thighs. Thankfully, she was wearing black safety shorts. Even so, Zhang Yang could still see the edge of those shorts, which made his heart race as he caught glimpses of the curve where her butt met her thighs. Certain parts of his body began reacting on their own.
Zhang Yang broke into a cold sweat, desperately trying to redirect his thoughts. If he was already losing control just by looking, how the hell was he going to keep it together while massaging her?
He forced himself to clear his mind, rubbed his hands together to generate warmth, and said softly, “Teacher, I’ll begin now.”
“Mm.” Yang Fei, her face buried in the pillow, gave a faint response, her voice slightly altered.
Zhang Yang didn’t think further. He gently moved his hands to her soft waist and pressed down lightly.
The moment his fingers touched her cotton top, he clearly felt her body twitch slightly beneath him, and through his fingertips, he sensed the astonishing elasticity of her skin.
It was like pressing into a sponge—soft, yet resilient like dough. That feeling…
Zhang Yang dared not dwell on it. He quickly began kneading gently. Though his technique was still a little awkward, it was obvious that this method precisely targeted every nerve and acupoint in the body.
In less than five minutes, Yang Fei’s suspicion turned into surprise.
This Zhang Yang actually had skill! She could clearly feel his ten fingers moving rhythmically across her waist, each one applying the perfect amount of pressure, as if carefully measured. Most importantly, it worked. In just a few minutes, the soreness from twisting her waist had completely vanished—and even her chronic back pain seemed to ease up.
This guy… did he really study massage?
“Feeling better, Teacher?” Zhang Yang sat sideways near her hips, trying hard not to look at her raised butt, but his peripheral vision still caught glimpses of it. As he continued massaging, her skirt gradually rode up. The edge of her black shorts was now visible, and faintly, even the outline of her underwear pressed into her skin. Zhang Yang’s heart pounded wildly—he was barely holding himself together.
“Mm.” Yang Fei responded softly, sounding almost like she was enjoying it. She felt completely relaxed, like floating weightlessly in midair.
“Should I continue?”
“Mm.”
Zhang Yang wiped the sweat from his brow and stole a glance at the clock—ten minutes had already passed.
After a while longer, when Yang Fei’s body seemed to loosen completely, Zhang Yang asked again, “Feeling better now?”
“Mm.”
“Want me to keep going?”
“Mm.”
So Zhang Yang kept massaging. But when he asked again, he realized Yang Fei had fallen asleep—lying quietly like a sleeping kitten, completely at ease beneath his gaze.
Zhang Yang’s heart thumped wildly. A stunning beauty had just fallen asleep right under his eyes. Looking at her now, even if he wanted to do something, she probably wouldn’t even know.