Chapter 232 | I Will Seduce You In A Month
Mira was stubborn, proud and also territorial. She did not respond well to being told what to do and did not appreciate having her exclusive ritual shared with other women.
Dexter had told her, one hour, my room, and had walked away without waiting for a response. As usual, Mira would never obey him.
He walked to the girls’ bedroom, opened the door and was stunned.
Mira was actually in the room!
She was in her wheelchair, parked directly beside the bed, waiting for him with her eyes closed.
Dexter blinked and then he smiled softly.
’She had actually listened to me.’
Maybe it’s because she hed heard him promised the other two girls massages but whatever the reason was, it was a good thing.
Dexter obviously wanted to tease her but paused and eventually decided not to say anything.
He walked to the wheelchair, stood behind it and placed his hands on the handles.
"I’m going to carry you now," he said softly.
Mira didn’t open her eyes but she let out a ’hmph’ sound and turned her face away.
Dexter smile widened at her cute act of anger.
He lifted her from the wheelchair and carried her, then placed her on the bed.
Afterwhich, he began removing her clothing.
This morning, he had dressed her in the outfit she preferred. A white cropped top, black leather skirt and a black choker.
He removed the cropped top first and watched as the fabric slid over her head, revealing the white sports bra beneath.
Then he removed the skirt, unzipped it carefully, sliding the leather down over her hips and supple legs.
Mira lay on the bed in her sports bra and briefs. Her crimson hair on the pillow and her eyes closed.
Dexter then wore the Shockwave Glove as mana-threads tightened around his knuckles and activated it with mana.
He applied the Grade-4 Spiritual Massage Oil to his hands, set the glove to its lowest vibration setting and began.
Her Shoulders first. His oiled fingers pressed into the dense muscle where her neck met her shoulders as the shockwave Glove hummed and the Massage Sutra guided his movements through the precise, prescribed pattern.
Mira’s body was familiar to him now. Every pressure point, meridian pathway. He knew where she was tense, she was sore, the nerve damage was deepest and where the healing was furthest along.
Mira’s right arm lay on the mattress beside her body. It was no longer completely motionless. The fingers twitched occasionally.
He worked down her spine. Vertebra by vertebra.
Dexter increased the intensity slightly. The glove hummed louder as the vibration reached the deep tissue layers along her lumbar region.
"Hm..."
A sound escaped Mira’s lips.
Dexter paused for a bit and then continued. After a while, he spoke.
"Mira,"
"What?"
"The marks on your back."
Her eyes opened.
"What about them?"
"Have they changed?"
Her expression changed slightly.
"They’re bigger," she said quietly.
Dexter nodded.
The bloodline was progressing and the marks were growing.
"How much bigger?"
Dexter fingers measured the length. From the top of her shoulder blade to the bottom of the mark.
"Two inches," he said. "They were ten inches yesterday. They’re twelve now."
Two inches of growth in twenty-four hours.
At this rate, the bloodline would fully manifest within a month. Possibly less.
Mira said nothing. She simply nodded as he worked her legs, thighs, calves and feet. The muscles there were still atrophied, but the Massage Sutra was stimulating blood flow and nerve activity. With continued treatment, the legs would eventually respond.
He finished, cleaned the oil from her skin, dressed her, carried her to her wheelchair.
Mira sat in her chair. Her crimson eyes opened. She looked at nothing in particular.
"Thank you," she said.
"You’re welcome," Dexter replied.
He wheeled her to the living room. Positioned her by the window which is her favorite spot.
But instead of walking away, he had walked back to her and then knelt down to her level.
His dark eyes looking directly into her closed eyes.
Mira had just closed her eyes when she settled into her spot. But she felt his gaze.
She opened her eyes and saw him kneeling there, right in front of her.
She frowned.
"What do you want this time?"
Dexter smiled.
"Can’t I just look at my wife?" he said. "Can’t I stare at my wife without wanting anything?"
Mira sneered.
"Pervert," she said. "Liar."
But her face flushed slightly as she closed her eyes and ignored him. .
Pretended to concentrate. Resumed the mask of cultivation.
Thirty seconds passed.
But Dexter’s gaze was still on her.
She opened her eyes and immediately glared at him.
"It seems you don’t have any work to do, right?"
Dexter shrugged casually.
"Yeah. I have nothing else to do."
Mira glared harder at him.
"Are you trying to seduce me?"
The word "seduce" came out dripping with mocking skepticism.
Dexter smirked.
"You’ve been the one seducing me since the beginning."
Mira’s eyes widened by a fraction.
"Is it working?" Dexter continued.
Mira rolled her eyes eloquently.
"Is that how you seduce?" she said with contempt.
Dexter shrugged again.
"Show me how to seduce a woman. Tell me how I can seduce you."
Mira glanced at his face then his feet and then back to his face.
"You don’t have the talent,"
Dexter was stunned but then he chuckled with confidence.
"Are you trying to challenge me?"
Mira scoffed.
"Challenge?" she repeated. "Even if I give you one hundred years, there is no way you will be able to seduce a woman, not to talk of me."
Dexter glared at her.
"What do you mean by that?"
Mira sneered.
"I meant exactly what I said and you know exactly what I mean."
Dexter stood up.
He pointed at her. "You!"
"Okay," he said. "Challenge accepted."
Mira was confused as she blinked her eyes.
"What challenge?"
Dexter smiled.
"You just said I can’t seduce you, even if I have one hundred years. I said challenge accepted. Give me a month. I will seduce you in a month."