Volume 1, Chapter 21 – Song the Masseuse’s Skills are Amazing!

Song Shiyuan calmly locked the door, weaving a sealing spell that barred entry to anyone below the Golden Core stage.

Lu Zhuxin took note of this.

The little sword practitioner, still nonchalant, pulled her toward the bed.

"Kun kun…" Lu Zhuxin cleared her throat.

"What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?" Song Shiyuan's voice held genuine concern.

"No, nothing…" Lu Zhuxin tilted her head, noticing the windows were also sealed tight.

There was no escape.

The entire room was locked down, completely obscured from the outside, and vice versa.

What a little black room1~

Was this deliberate? What was her intention?

Was treating an injury supposed to involve such confinement?

Lu Zhuxin's mind began to race.

Or perhaps, it was just better to pretend not to notice.

This wasn't her first time in Song Shiyuan's room, but it was all new for the little fox demon Ming Zhaoxi.

With her watery fox eyes, Ming Zhaoxi curiously scanned the surroundings.

She spotted the 'supplementary material2' meant for Song Shiyuan, carelessly tossed in the corner like discarded trash.

Tsk, heartless girl.

Lu Zhuxin had invested a lot of thought into arranging this room, aiming to make the little sword practitioner feel at home.

In a familiar environment, people tend to lower their guard.

The air was thick with the scent of ancient incense, wrapping around them like a warm embrace.

Song Shiyuan pulled Lu Zhuxin to the bedside, gesturing for her to sit.

"Take off your clothes."

"——Eh!" Lu Zhuxin's beautiful fox eyes widened, tilting her head in a mix of innocence and confusion.

Her expression radiated innocence and naivety.

But internally, she was locked in a heated debate with the system.

"Look at this! What did I say?"

"Is my strategy about to succeed?!"

"Is this the plot I imagined?!"

"Little black room, aye!"

"Is the long-awaited intimate moment finally here?"

"She's finally enlightened and wants to do this and that to me!"

"A stormy, passionate love under duress3, ready to defile this cute little flower that is me!"

The system, slightly annoyed, chimed in with a series of messages.

[Host, since you enjoy this so much, why not choose another route?]

This dog system always aimed to turn her into a cream puff.

"Heh~~!" Lu Zhuxin dismissed the system's jabs with a light hum. "You're just jealous. Jealous that I can do this and that with a beautiful girl while you can only watch enviously."

[I'm going into Do Not Disturb mode.]

Lu Zhuxin felt a sense of triumph wash over her, satisfaction blooming within.

However, on the surface, she maintained the guise of an innocent little fox demon, her gaze fixed in a blank stare at the female sword practitioner before her.

"What's wrong?" Song Shiyuan's gaze was fixed on her, her eyes inscrutable. "Is it difficult to sit down?"

"If it's truly uncomfortable, you can lie down first."

"I'll help you lift your clothes later."

Lying down and lifting clothes? What kind of position is this?!

How could the heroine I crafted prefer this kind of position?!

This makes me feel very insecure!

Yet, while her heart screamed like a prairie dog, Lu Zhuxin feigned compliance, lying down next to Song Shiyuan.

In this moment, she was merely an innocent little fox demon, devoid of suspicion, placing her trust wholly in the sword practitioner.

"Sister Shiyuan, please be gentle..."

"Ah Xi is afraid of pain..."

Her voice barely broke through the silence, muffled against the bed.

Song Shiyuan raised an eyebrow, seemingly oblivious to the ambiguity in the little fox demon's words.

With deft fingers, she untied Lu Zhuxin's dress, lifting it to reveal her smooth back.

Feeling the coolness ran down the little fox's spine, eliciting a soft moan.

Such a tantalizing scene would spark the imagination of anyone who chanced upon it.

Song Shiyuan's breath hitched, if only for a moment.

Yet, as her eyes fell upon the large bruise marring the little fox demon's back, her expression shifted, a frown creasing her brow.

It was as if a beautiful painting had been marred by an unsightly blemish.

"Does it really not hurt?" Song Shiyuan gently pressed her finger against Lu Zhuxin's back.

"Yip…" The little fox's voice was barely a whisper, fragile as a mosquito's buzz.

"It clearly hurts. Why are you still enduring it?" Song Shiyuan chided gently.

"whine…" Lu Zhuxin remained silent, her head still buried in the bed.

Song Shiyuan sighed helplessly. "Alright, lie down properly. I'll apply the medicine."

Truthfully, Lu Zhuxin felt no real pain. The injury was also fabricated.

Yet, when Song Shiyuan's fingertips grazed her back, a tingling sensation stirred beneath her skin.

Song Shiyuan retrieved a small porcelain bottle.

"The injury on your back isn't serious. After applying this medicine, we'll rub out the bruise with its healing properties."

"This is an ointment I made myself. While it might not rival the pills from a skilled pill refiner, it works well for bruises like yours."

Lu Zhuxin felt a coolness spread across her back as Song Shiyuan dripped the medicine onto her skin.

A delicate herbal scent wafted up, grounding her in the moment.

So, it was just medicine after all. Lu Zhuxin pouted in disappointment.

Why go through the trouble of locking the windows and doors for something so mundane?

What? Is your method of applying medicine some secret technique that outsiders cannot see?

"Next, I'll help you rub out the bruise. This will heal it faster."

"It might hurt a little; bear with it."

Song Shiyuan settled beside the bed, her jade hands gently resting on the slender waist of the little fox demon.

The delicate curve of the little fox's waist was mesmerizing, devoid of any excess.

With a soft sigh of admiration, Song Shiyuan channeled her True Essence into her palm.

Applying pressure, her fingers glided along the slender waistline, moving upward in a steady rhythm.

Lu Zhuxin, lying there in a haze of boredom, couldn't help but let out a soft, comfortable moan.

The sword practitioner's hands were strong, radiating warmth as they traversed her waist and back with precision.

The supreme yang sword energy transformed into a gentle force, penetrating Lu Zhuxin's skin and enveloping her in a soothing embrace.

Fox demons are inherently pure yin and like yang energy.

As the warmth seeped into her body, the tension melted away, leaving her feeling like a fox pancake sprawled across the bed.

And this was just the beginning.

Song Shiyuan's technique was nothing short of extraordinary.

Her fingers danced across the little fox's jade back—sometimes gentle like a drizzle, other times fierce like a downpour, and occasionally trembling with the force of thunder.

Each pause in her movements sent waves of refreshing warmth coursing through Lu Zhuxin's nerves.

It felt as if she were swimming in a hot spring, then suddenly soaring into the clouds.

The little fox demon's lips formed a wavy line4.

"Wuuuu… System, system! This is so much better than a massage at a clubhouse!"

"I'm giving Song the masseuse a five-star review!"

"I'll be ordering her services twice a day from now on!"

"Yipyipyip~~!"

The system couldn't contain its frustration anymore.

[I really have to block you, shut up!]

"This little sword practitioner's method of applying medicine is definitely not your proper ordinary medical technique."

"Hee hee, system, I have a fun idea I want to try～"

Lu Zhuxin's mind buzzed with mischievous thoughts, a sinister smile creeping across her face.

Oblivious to the little fox demon's scheming, Song Shiyuan remained focused on her task.

Her fingers traced the elegant contours of the shoulder blades, converging at the nape, and then slowly gliding down the spine.

As she completed the series of movements, Song Shiyuan felt a heat radiating from her palms.

Looking down at the little fox demon's back, she noticed a faint pink hue blooming from her touch.

What a beautiful sight.

Song Shiyuan sighed in admiration.

Suddenly, a sweet fragrance enveloped her senses, igniting a surge of heat in her dantian.

Where did this burning desire come from?

Was it the little fox demon's pheromones, spiraling out of control?

Song Shiyuan felt a sudden thirst.