Chương 2: War God — Chapter 2 - Hands Have No Strength Left… Well, Aren't There Still Feet?

A thousand searches in the crowd, a sudden turn of the head — and there she was, working as a technician in a massage room. Wang Xian looked at Technician No. 8 before him. The corner of his mouth twitched. She wore the standard dark purple short-sleeved uniform and loose trousers, her hair tied in a high ponytail, a mask covering her face, and thick black-framed glasses perched on her pert nose. Under the dim lighting, her features were impossible to make out. Especially with her head half-lowered like that.

Wang Xian could guarantee that even classmates from the same school and same class wouldn't recognize the person before them as the unapproachably aloof School Beauty: Ye Miyue. That's right. The instant he heard her voice, Wang Xian recognized her. If it had been his past-life self, he wouldn't have been able to tell even after hearing the voice. Because at school, Ye Miyue rarely spoke. Much less now, when nervousness made her pitch lower, so it sounded somewhat timid.

But as a martial path expert who had once reached Half-step Martial God, even after being reborn into his youth before stepping onto the Martial Path, that sharp recognition ability hadn't disappeared. To put it this way: the wingbeat frequency of a female mosquito is around 450 Hz, and a male mosquito's is around 600 Hz. Wang Xian could tell the gender just by listening. Compared to the complex, varied, and diverse bizarre sounds of Exotic Beasts, this was child's play.

Further observing Ye Miyue's current eye shape, forehead, brow spacing, hair, and perfect body proportions, along with the flash of panic in those limpid eyes the moment they saw him, he could be one hundred percent sure it was Ye Miyue. After walking to the bedside, Ye Miyue pretended to glance around, but her peripheral vision kept roaming over Wang Xian, as if confirming something. Suddenly.

"Sorry... I think I'm in the wrong room." Ye Miyue put down the Nutrient Lubricant Cream in her hand and turned to leave. She was panicking. Seeing this, Wang Xian figured that letter really might have been from Ye Miyue. At school, Ye Miyue was someone "others know her, she doesn't know others." Much less since she wasn't in the same class as him. She shouldn't have known who he was. Yet now she was panicked. Which meant she did know him. Though Wang Xian couldn't recall how she would know him.

In high school, he and she should have had no interaction at all... CLANG! Opening the door, Ye Miyue, about to leave, let out a breath. But just then, a voice tinged with amusement sounded from behind:"Nice disguise, School Beauty Ye." Like a demon's murmur, it carried an eerie magic. It made Ye Miyue freeze on the spot, as if struck by a Body Freezing Spell. The originally loose trousers, due to her body's sudden rigidity, immediately outlined two full, rounded curves.

Having feasted his eyes, Wang Xian rose calmly, walked in front of Ye Miyue, and pushed the door shut once more. Click. Locked. All in one fluid motion. Turning back to look at Ye Miyue, her originally fairly composed, beautiful eyes were now full of panic. Especially upon hearing that locking sound, her whole body trembled, her eyes went wide, and the panic gradually turned to despair.

Wang Xian glanced at the clock on the wall, stretched, then pointed at the bed: This content has been unlawfully taken from Royal Road; report any instances of this story if found elsewhere.

"Do I need to say what comes next?" Ye Miyue was silent. She didn't answer, didn't move, resisting wordlessly. Seeing this, Wang Xian said nothing and simply took a small step forward. His tall 185-centimeter frame, carrying the oppressive force of a hungry tiger pouncing on prey, instantly enveloped her. At just 170 centimeters, Ye Miyue was like a frightened little rabbit, hurriedly retreating several steps. Thus, one advanced, the other retreated.

In no time, Ye Miyue was forced to the edge of the bed, until there was nowhere left to retreat, her back against the wall. She immediately crossed her arms protectively in front of her, her eyes reddening slightly, her whole demeanor saying she'd rather die than submit. Wang Xian shot her a glance:"What's that supposed to mean? You're giving me a massage, not the other way around."

"Where's your professionalism?" Ye Miyue froze. Coming to her senses, she hurriedly picked up the bottle of Nutrient Lubricant Cream again, as if clutching a lifesaving straw. If it's just a massage, then it's not entirely unacceptable... Watching Ye Miyue flusteredly open the cap of the lubricant cream, Wang Xian asked, knowing full well the answer:"How long have you been in this line of work?"

"F-first... first time." Ye Miyue kept her head down, her hand movements slowing. Wang Xian didn't even need to think to know it was her first time, and in all likelihood, a part-time gig. Third Uncle's Martial Arts Hall specifically recruited part-time massage technicians, with very good pay and commission. Just not many hires because the location was rather remote. After all, in Rong City it was only a small Martial Arts Hall. But he figured Ye Miyue had also chosen this place for that very reason.

In his past life, he'd rarely come to the Martial Arts Hall during his first two years of high school, much less for a massage, so he hadn't known about this.

"I haven't even taken off my clothes yet. What's the rush?"

"Take off my clothes." Wang Xian spread his arms like a master of the house.

"..."

"That's not part of the service..." Ye Miyue said stubbornly. It wasn't, but... Wang Xian yawned: "With that service attitude, looks like I'll have to..." Stall for as long as possible. But before he could finish, Ye Miyue's trembling voice cut in:"I'll do it!" Her hands clenched, a hint of shame and irritation in her eyes. After struggling for a few seconds, she still loosened her hands and took off Wang Xian's top.

"Not taking off the pants?" Ye Miyue clenched her teeth and had to half-squat down, turning her head and closing her eyes, pulling them down inch by inch. Leaving only a pair of boxers. Wang Xian lay on the bed and closed his eyes:"Press where I tell you. Don't apply the nutrient cream to the wrong spots."

"Straight down the anterior edge of the lateral malleolus, in the depression on the lateral side of the cuboid bone."...... The moment the nutrient cream touched his skin, Wang Xian felt a cool sensation.

"Heavenly Treasure Nutrient Cream. Contains a trace of heaven-and-earth vitality energy..." Wang Xian looked at the unlabeled bottle of Nutrient Lubricant Cream. This stuff cost at least 3, 000 to 5, 000 a bottle, genuine good material meant for martial artists. External application generally strengthened the body and reinforced the bones and sinews. A normal massage definitely wouldn't come with this setup. Eight or nine times out of ten, Third Uncle was giving him special treatment. Good stuff, it was good stuff.

Only...

"Use some force." Wang Xian said lazily.

"Seventy percent will do." The moment Ye Miyue's hands made contact, Wang Xian could tell. This girl had an innate life force of 0. 5 or above, top-tier aptitude. Strength around 400 jin, more than enough to be a massage technician.

"Stop, stop, stop. I said use force, not pinch me."

"No technique is one thing, but you can't even control your strength?"

"You know the Civil Health-Building Fist, right? Use the third form, Horizontal Strike Phoenix Eye. Power point at the index finger joint. Remember to draw in the abdomen, sink the arm, twist the wrist..." Ye Miyue's comprehension was remarkable. With just a few pointers from Wang Xian, she already found the trick.

"Alright, next position. Lateral side of the lower leg, 7 cun above the tip of the lateral malleolus, posterior border of the fibula."

"Fifty percent force. Health-Building Fist eighth form, Horse Leaping Hoof... lift the hip and stand steady, otherwise the elbow force won't reach..."......

"From the posterior axillary fold, push straight up to the lower border of the scapular spine. There's a depression there. Yes, right there."

"Sixty percent force. Health-Building Fist second form, Sinking Step Cloud Hammer..." About an hour later, Ye Miyue was already panting heavily, tiny beads of sweat dotting her forehead. For some reason, pressing exactly as he instructed was so exhausting. Normally, running through the Health-Building Fist a few times wouldn't be this bad. THUD! Likely unable to hold on any longer, both hands trembling slightly, she sat down on the chair beside her and removed her glasses and mask.

At last, that exquisitely beautiful, flushed face, like a painting, was revealed. A touch less cold and aloof, a touch more alluring. Purely from exhaustion, of course. Her originally snow-white neck had also turned to melted ice cream, beads of sweat streaming down, converging into an equatorial line, faintly outlining two great northern and southern hemispheres. Wang Xian opened his eyes, turned over, and looked at Ye Miyue at that moment. He paused slightly. No way. That big?

"Time's up." Ye Miyue wiped the sweat from her forehead, as if relieved of a heavy burden.

"What's the hurry?" Wang Xian checked the time and said calmly, "I want to add a session."

"..." A moment of silence. Ye Miyue stood up and stepped back two paces, signaling refusal:"My hands have no strength left." Both her hands were trembling slightly. They really did look like they had no strength left. Wang Xian shook his head, then looked Ye Miyue up and down. His gaze finally settled on those long, straight, slender legs. Suddenly, he smiled:"Hands have no strength left... well, aren't there still feet?" ➤ Next: Because Physical Contact Between Men and Women Must Be Avoided!