Wei Shi Lan and Chang’e entered her matrimonial room. Chang’e was uneasy, and in more ways than one.
A young, vibrant, handso man now stood in a room that should belong to her husband and her alone. Yet here she was, alone with another man.
’What nonsense am I thinking about? It’s not like brother Shi Lan wants to do anything to ...’
She silently rebuked her wandering thoughts. Yet after giving herself such a stark response, Chang’e couldn’t help but feel disappointed. She couldn’t tell why she felt that way; it was almost as if she desired the complete opposite.
Wei Shi Lan finally chose that mont to speak. Turning to her, he said,
"Climb the bed."
Chang’e shivered at the words. Her cheeks reddened, but she hid it by lowering her face and clasping her hands together nervously.
She stuttered as she spoke.
"Un... Brother Shi Lan... I’m a m-married woman, and-d—"
Shi Lan gave her a puzzled frown.
"What are you saying, Chang’e? What does you being married have to do with anything?"
Chang’e shivered again. Shi Lan’s words, and the bold confidence behind them, alone made her body sensitive. It was rare these days to see such a handso man who was so outspoken and assured — much less one who would be interested in an older woman like her.
However, Shi Lan’s next few words shattered her and plunged her into a lake of embarrassnt.
"You work with the ground, don’t you?"
Chang’e raised her head, slightly confused.
"You pick herbs and seeds, bending down countless tis, don’t you?"
She hesitantly nodded, puzzled about where this conversation was going.
Shi Lan pointed to the bed with gentlemanly calm.
"Climb the bed. I want to heal a pain you don’t even know your body has been accumulating."
Chang’e stood there, frozen and awkward, overwheld with such embarrassnt that she could barely afford to look at Shi Lan.
anwhile, the devious Shi Lan curved one corner of his lips upward, watching Chang’e with a subtle, knowing smile.
He glanced around the room.
"Since you used to work at the dicine hall, that ans you have an acupuncture box, yes?"
Chang’e avoided Shi Lan’s eyes, speaking with her head lowered in a muffled tone, as if too ashad to talk.
"It’s there... high on the shelf behind you."
Shi Lan turned and retrieved a wooden box from the shelf mounted on the wall behind her. Then he faced Chang’e again, waiting patiently without repeating his earlier words.
Chang’e slowly obeyed, climbing onto the bed and laying on her back.
Shi Lan sat down in a lotus position and opened the box. He studied the set of needles first, then drew out a long, arrow-like needle as he spoke.
"A long ti ago... there was a Celestial Huntress who dominated the great Mount Tai that nestled at the center of the Heavenly Realm. She was said to be both a fierce protector of the mountain and a brutal instrunt of annihilation for any Cultivator who dared venture into the forest."
Shi Lan shifted Chang’e’s blouse politely, revealing a small portion of her smooth and warm skin. Chang’e flinched slightly, but Shi Lan seed absorbed in his storytelling. Even though what he was doing was improper, he didn’t appear to harbor any hidden intention.
Not that she would mind if he did.
"This Huntress was a truly fearso one... One day, a wounded Dao Sage entered the mountains, fleeing from a mindless band of slaughterers."
As much as Chang’e was enjoying his story, she kept anticipating the mont he would plunge the needle in, expecting the sharp, fleeting sting. Yet it never ca, and Shi Lan simply continued speaking.
"The Dao Sage understood the implications of entering the Celestial Mountain very well, but he had to take his chances rather than face a mindless gang of slaughterers eager to spill his blood to quench their hatred."
Chang’e suddenly felt an overflowing surge of energy rushing through her ridians. She struggled to keep a straight face, for with that sudden flow she was overwheld by a pleasure she had never experienced in her entire life.
’Is acupuncture supposed to feel this good? No... when did he even put the needle in?’
Her mind was too overwheld to even question it properly. She kept her mouth shut, not wanting to make embarrassing sounds when all Shi Lan was doing was treating her.
"When his life depended on it... this Nine Needles ridian Art was what saved him. With the Nine Needles ridian Art, he could tell the Celestial Huntress had sore muscles from centuries of running through the forest. For a Celestial like the Huntress, of course, this was nothing — she wasn’t even aware of it. Until he used his needle technique. She had no idea she had been adapting to a world of pain, nor that her body could find far greater relief and pleasure... With his needles, he lifted away a weight she never even knew she carried."
Shi Lan now focused on Chang’e.
"You have been working for at least a decade. The most you have probably done to relieve your stressed body is a pitiful massage or a few relaxation herbs. But my needle technique reaches deep into the body where hands cannot reach. There is a level of relaxation a surface massage cannot bring. It must be achieved from within the body. When relaxation is allowed to flow freely, it becos the peak of pleasure the body can experience."
At this point, Chang’e was no longer sure she was following anything Shi Lan was saying. Instead, it took imnse willpower to stop herself from letting out lewd sounds from how good she felt with Shi Lan’s needle technique working within her.
Her face reddened as if she had swallowed a bowl of scorching, spicy broth, and her eyes twisted with a vulgar glint deep in their depths. Her body twitched and trembled as Wei Shi Lan filled the level of her waist with four needles.
He glanced at each of them, then looked at Chang’e with a devious smile.
’Hmm, she’s holding on well.’
He gently caressed the needles instead of touching Chang’e’s body directly. He wasn’t touching her, and yet her body overflowed with such pleasure that she almost felt guilty for feeling this good. Certain points on her body were so overstimulated that she didn’t even realize when she had started drooling.
The sound she had been desperately trying to suppress finally broke loose, and her legs began to tremble violently. A mont later, sothing that looked like pee pooled beneath her legs, soaking through her skirt.
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