A/N; Slightly R18.
A few minutes later, Wan Ling was called to Hei Wumei’s room and found her on her bed.
She laid on her back, naked from waist up while anything below her waist was covered in a blanket.
Her fair back was exposed and as she shifted excitedly, her bust squished erotically against the bed leaving Wan Ling almost gasping.
Of course he quickly regained his composure and walked beside her bed.
"Is this alright or should I remove the blanket?" She asked crocking her neck slightly.
Wan Ling didn’t know if she was teasing, trusted him that much or seemingly didn’t find anything wrong.
Even he will feel slightly embarrassed if he stood naked beside his sibling.
Even so, the fact she was so unguarded around him made it much easier.
"I want to suit the massage to your taste. So you’re in command." He explained to which she nodded happily.
Wan Ling then looked around, his expression calm.
"Sister Hei Wumei, do you have any oil I can work with?" He asked then she looked up, her breast raising along.
"Check the bathroom!" She instructed and laid back down.
Wan Ling nodded, his cheeks a faint pink before entering her bathroom.
Though this world was like that of an Eastern fantasy, its technology was in no way primitive.
So much that most high society members had showers installed within their bathrooms.
The same could be applied to the Hei Wumei bathroom that had a bathtub and all manner of beauty products.
The majority of which was unneeded given her body grew at a much slower rate than mortals.
So even if she was pushing forty, she looked half her age.
The same could be said for Wan Ling.
He too grew at a slower rate and even before he comprehend the dual Cultivation Technique, he could have lived past hundred while looking like a middle aged man.
Of course in a way Wan Ling was well past his youth given he had lived an additional two decades on earth before his death.
Either way after a second of searching he found the oil and returned to the bedroom.
Twisting the cup open, he poured a small portion into his right hand and took a casual sniff.
"Sweet!" He murmured, finding its fragrance to be like that or a strawberry.
Finding it to be pleasant he moved closer to Hei Wumei’s body and tilted the bottle of oil.
A thick trail of pinkish oil dripped onto her back, resulting in a soft cry from Hei Wumei who was surprised just a bit.
Just when enough had been poured, he placed the bottle aside and pressed it on the edge of the bed.
Heaving a sigh, he rubbed his palms together, applying the oil all over his hands.
Once he was done he placed both palms over Hei Wumei bare back and grinned.
"I’ll start now!" He announced as his palms sunk into her back laced with oil making it slick and smooth.
Hei Wumei’s body reacted almost instantly as she let out an unexpected moan from the sheer pleasure she felt from his touch.
Wan Ling found himself grinning from ear to ear when he saw his mature senior trembling under his touch.
"Sister Hei Wumei, are you alright!" He asked grinding his palms softly on the surface of her neck.
"Ah~ yes. Very much." Her voice was shaky as she tried her best not to meet his face because she was flushed red in embarrassment.
When Wan Ling proposed his idea of massaging her.
She expected some amateurish play at best.
Nothing in her mind could have prepared her for a touch so good she almost lost her mind.
Wan Ling, already guessing her thoughts, continued smiling as his hands smoothed her back, spreading the oil all over its surface to make it more slick before digging his finger softly into her back flesh in order to knead both the flesh and the muscles.
Each motion of his began and ended with a soft moan from Hei Wumei who felt like her every essence was slowly being unraveled like the threads of a clothing.
Her fingers twitched violently and her toes curled painfully.
She couldn’t understand where the pleasure was coming from.
She couldn’t understand why Wan ling’s touch felt so good.
As time passed it was no longer why his touch felt good but rather she wanted more of it.
Wan Ling continued giving her what she wanted, kneading her flesh gently before shifting into a circular movement that spread the pleasure to places he couldn’t reach before.
Moving all the way down to her waistline, he ceased it softly and firmly grinded his inner palms up and down.
"Ngh~Ugh~" Her body began to burn with lust as any ounce of clarity she had burnt away leaving her completely vulnerable to Wan Ling’s control.
Slowly heat began to build up within her special area.
She quickly squished her legs, biting her lips hard as she felt herself climax.
Her back arched awkwardly and her ass rose hypnotically.
"Senior, are you...."
"Just continued... damnit!" She snapped, understanding the situation was far too late to control.
Wan Ling nodded and massaged her back for a few more minutes.
By the time he was finished, Hei Wumei laid on her bed, panting wildly as loads of sweat drenched her body.
Her legs were spaced unevenly, one having already slided out the cloth and dangling at the edge of the bed while strange but clear liquid tickled down it.
Wan Ling stepped back, allowing her a breather as he moved to the shower to wash his hands of the oil.
When he returned, Hei Wumei was sprawled on the bed, this time lying on her back and watching the ceiling with trembling eyes.
Wan Ling walked towards her.
Observing the lewd state she was in, he sat beside her bed and said nothing.
The awkward silence lasted a while then she finally sat up, hiding her body with her blanket that now had a damped spot.
She was unable to meet Wan Ling’s eyes.
How could she do so when she climaxed from his touch.
So she quickly slipped out the room before entering the bathroom and closing the door.
Once she left, Wan Ling looked at the soaked spot on her bed and instinctively reached out for it.
The Yin energy was quickly sucked into his body but he didn’t refine it.
If he did, Hei Wumei would have sensed it and he would have to do a whole lot of explanation.