Chapter 42: Remove your hand (R-18)
The air in the small room was thick with the scent of sweat, oil, and sex, the massage table creaking faintly as Nana slumped forward, her body still trembling from the intense climax that had rocked her. Lucas stepped back, his chest rising and falling as he caught his breath, his cock softening now, slick with their combined juices. Damn, she was good, he thought, wiping his brow with the back of his hand, a faint smirk lingering on his lips.
Nana’s blond ponytail was a mess, sticking to her sweaty neck, and her big breasts heaved as she panted, her face streaked with his cum, some of it still glistening on her cheek. She licked her lips one last time, savoring the last traces of him, and pushed herself up slow, her legs wobbly as she sat on the edge of the table. Gods, I’m a wreck, she thought, but a lazy, satisfied smile spread across her face.
Lucas grabbed a cloth from a nearby shelf, dampening it with a jug of water in the corner, and tossed it to her before wiping himself down with another.
"Here," he said, his voice low, casual, like they hadn’t just torn each other apart. Nana caught the cloth, her fingers shaky, and started cleaning herself up, wiping the cum from her face and the slickness from between her thighs. He’s so calm about it, she thought, stealing a glance at him as he tugged his robe back on, his movements smooth, like this was just another day. She slid off the table, her inner clothes crumpled and damp, and pulled them back into place, her skin still tingling from his touch, from the Yang energy he’d left buzzing in her core. The room felt quieter now, the only sounds their soft breathing and the faint drip of water from the jug.
Nana cleared her throat, brushing her ponytail back, and turned to him, her cheeks still flushed but her eyes bright. "Xavier... thank you," she said, her voice soft but earnest, a little shy now that the heat of the moment was fading. "That was... gods, that was incredible. You satisfied me, like, more than I thought possible." She laughed, a nervous little sound, and tucked a stray hair behind her ear. I sound so dumb, she thought, but she meant every word—her body was still humming, her pussy sore but in the best way, and she couldn’t stop thinking about how he’d made her feel. "I’m already looking forward to more," she added, bolder now, her smile turning playful as she met his gaze. "Like, any time you want, I’m here for it."
Lucas straightened his robe, a faint smirk on his lips as he prepared to take his leave. Nana lay curled up under the sheets, her flushed face peeking from the covers as she watched him. Her eyes were still dreamy, her breathing soft. He turned to her and said with a soft chuckle, "I have things to do."
Of course, what he meant was: he couldn’t wait to get back and refine the potent yin energy he’d just absorbed. Every moment spent lingering was a moment wasted.
"Don’t tell anyone," he added calmly, his fingers resting briefly on the door latch. Nana nodded, still dazed and glowing, her body buzzing with residual warmth from their intense time together. "Okay... be safe," she said, biting her lip.
Lucas stepped out into the quiet hallway, tugging his collar up a bit, prepared to disappear unnoticed. But then he halted mid-step.
There was someone waiting outside the room.
A tall figure stood leaning casually against the opposite wall, arms behind his back, posture confident, face calm with a smug tilt to the lips—as though he’d been waiting to catch someone red-handed. But the second he saw Lucas exiting Nana’s room, the smugness evaporated instantly. His brow furrowed sharply, and a flicker of fury lit in his eyes.