Her body locked up.
Her eyes squeezed shut. A long, hoarse moan rose from her throat and broke into sobs of pleasure.
Her thighs clamped around his hand. Her insides contracted in violent waves, soaking his fingers, his wrist, his palm. The spiritual flow exploded in hot white light through every meridian.
She came with her entire body breasts trembling, abdomen spasming, a muffled cry at the final instant and kept shuddering while he drew out every contraction to the end.
Finally, the message appeared.
[Treatment completed.]
[Spiritual flow stabilized.]
[Valid contact.]
[Progress: 1/20.]
Chen Ruyue lay there, panting, legs still spread, a glistening trail running down her thigh. Her half-open eyes searched for his face.
Yun Che withdrew his fingers with the same precision he had used to insert them, and wiped them unhurriedly.
She still couldn’t speak. She only breathed. And trembled.
Yun Che kept his expression completely calm. Inside, however, he felt enormous relief.
The mission had finally begun. Chen Ruyue rose slowly, cleaned herself, and put her clothes back on properly. Then she rolled her shoulders.
After that she turned her body slightly, and her expression changed.
"How do you feel? Much better, isn’t it?"
"Can you feel the difference?"
"Clearly."
She moved her arms a few times.
"That heavy sensation is gone."
Yun Che nodded.
"Then the treatment worked."
Chen Ruyue looked at him.
"It worked better than I expected, even if it was a little too erotic."
She paused briefly.
"If I had known this technique earlier, I probably would have avoided some problems during cultivation."
"That’s why I want to perfect it."
Chen Ruyue smiled discreetly, her face flushed.
"Then maybe you’ve found a good way to do that."
She left the room.
Lin Yue approached.
"So?"
Chen Ruyue answered:
"He really knows what he’s doing."
Lin Yue smiled at once.
"I told you. You climaxed, didn’t you?"
Then she looked at Yun Che.
"Now it’s my turn."
"Of course."
Lin Yue entered the room.
The door closed behind her with a soft click. The air was warm, laced with the subtle scent of medicinal herbs and the massage oil Yun Che had already prepared. Without a word, she began to undress.
First her fingers untied the silk sash embroidered with cloud motifs. The fabric slid down her hips and fell to the floor.
Then, piece by piece, the outer cultivation robe, the thinner inner one, the silk brassiere that supported her firm breasts, and finally the trousers and undergarments. Every movement was deliberate, almost ceremonial.
Lantern light slid over her bare skin, revealing the contour of her breasts, the curve of her waist, the soft triangle between her thighs.
When she was completely naked, Lin Yue lay on her back on the wide bed, arms along her sides, legs slightly parted. Eyes closed, breathing already a little faster.
Yun Che approached. The massage oil warmed in his hands. He began at her shoulders, spreading the hot, viscous liquid in broad circles. He descended along her collarbones, circled the base of her neck, then slid to her breasts.
His palms covered them completely, spreading the oil until the nipples glistened, hardening under his fingers. He continued over her abdomen, the sides of her hips, the inner thighs, until he reached the mound of Venus and the already slightly damp slit. The oil mixed with her natural desire.
In the adjoining room, separated only by a finely carved wooden screen and a narrow gap, Mei Liang watched.
The young cultivator stood with her face pressed to the opening. Her eyes fixed on Lin Yue’s clear body and Yun Che’s hands.
Unable to look away, one of her own hands slid under her robe, between her legs. Her fingers found the already swollen clitoris and began to circle with silent urgency. Mei Liang’s lips parted in a muffled moan when she heard Lin Yue’s first sigh.
The new analysis began.
[Body analysis initiated.]
[Muscular tension: light.]
[Accumulated fatigue: moderate.]
[Spiritual flow: minor irregularities.]
[Recommendation: controlled pressure and regularization of energetic flow.]
Yun Che began again.
This time the treatment was different.
Lin Yue did not have the same irregularities as Chen Ruyue. The tension was more related to accumulated fatigue and posture during cultivation.
Yun Che adjusted his movements according to the system’s information.
His oiled hands descended from her breasts to her waist, then rose again, squeezing the soft flesh of her breasts with controlled pressure. His thumbs rolled her nipples, tugging them gently. Lin Yue arched her back, a low, rich moan escaping her throat.
"Nnh... like that..."
His fingers descended. They parted her thighs firmly. Two fingers slid along the oily slit, spread her lips, and found her clitoris. They began to rub in slow, precise circles while the other hand continued to work one breast.
After some time, Lin Yue spoke, her voice already thick with pleasure:
"Last time I thought you already had a pretty good technique."
"Do you still think so?"
"Now I think you’re getting even better." A higher moan. "Ah keep going..."
Yun Che smiled.
"That’s good."
"It wasn’t just a compliment."
Lin Yue opened her eyes and looked at him. Pupils dilated, cheeks flushed, lips moist.
"Actually, I got curious."
"About what?"
"About you."
Yun Che remained silent. The two fingers slowly penetrated her up to the knuckles, curled, and found the sensitive point. His thumb stayed on her clitoris.
Lin Yue let out a long, hoarse moan. Her inner walls clenched around his fingers. In the room next door, Mei Liang moaned as well, her own fingers entering her at the same rhythm, the other hand squeezing a breast under her clothes.
Lin Yue continued, panting:
"First we discovered you can perform massages that relieve problems others don’t even notice.
Then we discovered you have enough alchemical knowledge to enter the Refinement House. And today we saw you answer questions that left even some of the best disciples speechless."
She paused briefly interrupted by another moan when Yun Che sped up his thumb.
"Don’t you think there are too many strange things about you for us to keep pretending you’re just an ordinary disciple?"
Yun Che stayed focused. His fingers struck the right point with precision. His free hand returned to her breasts, twisting the oiled nipples.
"Maybe I simply had an opportunity I never had before."
"An opportunity?" Her voice trembled. "Ah... god..."
"Yes."
"So what changed?"
Yun Che answered calmly, without stopping the movement:
"I started taking some things seriously."
Lin Yue watched him for a few seconds, her chest rising and falling rapidly, thighs trembling.
"That answer is rather convenient."
"But it’s true."
She smiled a smile broken by a long, high moan when he added a third finger and increased the rhythm.
"Maybe."
The treatment continued.
The accumulated tension began to disappear.
Lin Yue’s spiritual flow gradually became more stable and increasingly intense. The internal contractions turned rhythmic. Her breasts quivered with every moan. Her head fell back, neck exposed, mouth open.
In the adjoining room, Mei Liang was already on her knees, legs spread, two fingers thrusting in and out of her hard, thumb on her clitoris. Eyes glazed on the gap. Every loud moan from Lin Yue made her tremble and moan as well, lower, but just as rich.
[Energetic flow stabilized.]
[Muscular fatigue reduced.]
[Spiritual efficiency: 96%.]
Yun Che finished the session with a final increase in pressure. His fingers curled deeply. His thumb rubbed the swollen clitoris without controlled mercy.
Lin Yue came.
Her entire body locked. A muffled cry tore from her throat. Her walls clenched in violent waves around his fingers, soaking his hand up to the wrist. Her breasts trembled.
Her thighs clamped shut with force. The orgasm was long, rich, with successive contractions that made her moan in sobs of pleasure until her body relaxed, still trembling.
At the same time, on the other side of the screen, Mei Liang reached her own climax. Face pressed against the wood, a strangled moan escaping her as she contracted around her fingers, the pleasure amplified by every sound she heard from the other room.
[Treatment completed.]
[Valid contact.]
[Progress: 2/20.]
He breathed discreetly.
Lin Yue lay there, panting, legs still spread, oil and pleasure glistening on her skin. Her half-open eyes searched for Yun Che’s face, still unable to form words.
On the other side, Mei Liang still trembled, fingers wet, heart pounding uncontrollably, already anticipating the next session.