Su Zui closed her eyes and said, "I'm sure."
"Alright." Zhang Ye smiled, took out the essential oil, and gently applied it to her back.
As a Sanda coach, Su Zui had trained for years; not only did she have old injuries on her back, but she had also accumulated numerous hidden ailments deep within her muscles.
Zhang Ye looked down at her wheat-toned skin, which radiated a healthy glow.
Her shoulders were broad and firm, with clearly defined muscular contours.
Su Zui's pain tolerance was definitely not low.
Since she had made the request herself, Zhang Ye naturally wouldn't refuse; after all, customers coming for a massage were god.
His hands came to rest gently on Su Zui's shoulders, feeling the faint stiffness beneath her tense muscles.
He didn't recklessly apply heavy force, instead taking a gradual approach.
At first, his touch was gentle, and only then did he progressively increase the pressure.
Yet as the pressure of his fingers penetrated deeper, Su Zui's expression shifted slightly, a flash of surprise crossing her eyes.
This technique, this feeling of relaxation... Just how was Zhang Ye doing this?
An extraordinarily soothing warmth spread along with his massage, giving her the illusion that even her bones were opening up.
She finally understood why Yang Yan had recommended him so fervently.
So this kind of technique really could make someone unwind completely, body and soul.
Su Zui's shoulders trembled faintly as the tension she had accumulated over many years was steadily released.
She even had the illusion that the hidden ailments in her body were dissipating right along with it.
Still, it did seem a little painful, didn't it?
If only the force were slightly gentler, it would be an utterly perfect experience.
She wanted to speak up and remind Zhang Ye.
Yet the words stayed on the tip of her tongue when she recalled what she had just said herself.
In the end, Su Zui merely gritted her teeth.
Yet under Zhang Ye's relentless pressure, a low, muffled groan uncontrollably slipped from her throat.
Zhang Ye smiled without a word.
His gaze lowered, looking at Su Zui's back.
Her wheat-colored skin reflected a subtle sheen under the lights.
His palms rested flat against her back, feeling her warmth and the faint rise and fall of each breath.
Zhang Ye smiled and asked, "Coach Su, how is this pressure?"
Su Zui still forced herself to stay calm. "It's fine. Continue."
Zhang Ye's smile deepened. He moved slowly, his touch delicate yet soothing.
As Zhang Ye gradually increased the pressure, the tension in her back unraveled even further.
An unprecedented sense of comfort washed over her entire body.
However, just as she was completely absorbed in the sensation, Zhang Ye suddenly bore down with a burst of heavy force!
"Hiss— That hurts!"
Su Zui, who had been resting her eyes and enjoying the massage, snapped them wide open in an instant, her toes curling involuntarily.
She nearly failed to hold back a curse.
That sudden jolt of pain felt as if someone had driven a needle precisely into her acupoints, triggering every nerve in her body.
However, in the very next second, Zhang Ye's hands shifted down to her waist.
Zhang Ye gently kneaded with the pads of his fingers, feeling the muscles along the sides of her waist gradually soften under his touch.
Su Zui's body trembled slightly as the pain was steadily replaced by relief.
Frowning, she bit her lower lip, striving to maintain her composure.
Yet all of a sudden, he pressed down with fierce force again!
"Mmh!"
Su Zui's body snapped taut.
Her hands gripped the edges of the massage bed tightly, an expression of pain yet subtle nuance crossing her face.
She clenched her teeth, fighting not to make a sound.
Zhang Ye's pressure grew steadily heavier, each push landing precisely on her sore spots.
"Hiss—"
"Boss Zhang... you—" Su Zui finally couldn't hold it back anymore.
When Zhang Ye intensified his pressure once more, she simply buried her face into the massage bed and bit down hard on the towel, trying to suppress her reaction.
Her hands clutched the edges of the massage table, her knuckles whitening as her entire body wound tight to the limit.
"Coach Su, I'm going to use my signature technique now."
Smack! Smack! Smack!
Immediately afterward, Zhang Ye's gaze settled upon Su Zui's smooth, wheat-skinned, slender lower back that could be encircled in a single grasp.
He raised his hand and patted it a few times without hesitation, putting plenty of force into it.
Su Zui whipped her head around, her eyes filled with shock.
He actually slapped her right on the...
Su Zui's face flushed slightly, and she gritted her teeth. "What are you doing?"
In the eyes of her students, she was undoubtedly an off-the-charts, terrifying "Tigress."
People always said one should never touch a Tigress's backside.
Not only had Zhang Ye touched it repeatedly, he had even given it a few solid smacks.
Well, he still had to give her some face.
Zhang Ye hurried to explain, "Coach Su, this is called the Percussion Technique. It only feels better with more force."
As he spoke, his palm sank slightly as he continued to channel a trace of Internal Strength into her.
The stinging pain that had lingered earlier now gradually transformed into an indescribable comfort.
This caused Su Zui to shudder involuntarily.
She forcefully suppressed the shame and indignation in her heart, gritting her teeth to endure it. "Hiss! Mmh, not bad!"
Since the words were already spoken, no matter how indignant she felt, Su Zui could only grit her teeth and swallow it down.
This brat!
This was her very first time here, yet he dared to hold down her backside to both touch and slap it.
Moreover, Su Zui had completely failed to anticipate that Zhang Ye's massage could bring her such an intense, scream-inducing sense of bliss.
She could clearly feel her shoulders, back, lower waist, thighs... every single cell was trembling.
Su Zui could also sense that the hidden injuries accumulated over the years were actually healing at a slow yet tangible pace.
Although it was merely a minuscule improvement, she could distinctly perceive the change.
To treat these hidden injuries, she had invested vast amounts of time and money every year, specifically seeking out the best equipment and the most specialized doctors and rehabilitation therapists.
Yet in the end, all she ever achieved was temporary relief.
Now, in this seemingly ordinary little massage parlor located in an urban village, a young man could actually achieve this level solely with his bare hands.
No wonder Yang Yan had claimed that even ten thousand yuan per session was well worth it.
If she could come here for a massage once every week, in just two months' time, most of her hidden injuries would definitely be healed.
Most important of all were the experience and enjoyment.
The sensation Zhang Ye's massage gave her was both painful and pleasurable, like alternating between ice and fire... She didn't even know whether she wanted him to stop.