Although Yan Zhen’s legs had already healed, the sensation of two pairs of cool, jade-like hands kneading them still felt utterly delightful.
One was his little cousin, the other his big cousin. Though they were distant blood relatives several generations removed with no real ethical taboos, Yan Zhen still mostly thought of them as a little sister and a big sister.
The beautiful sister flowers knelt on either side of him, diligently massaging his legs. Opening his eyes let him take in their pretty faces, their silky hair, and their light sleepwear—a feast for the eyes, the height of luxury!
But he had to maintain his “emotionless ascetic” persona.
What should have been pure enjoyment turned half into torment.
Moreover, Meng’er’s intentions weren’t entirely innocent. She might take the chance to try some flirtatious little moves on him.
Still, with Cousin Ruyu right there beside him, any outrageous behavior from Meng’er would surely be stopped. Yan Zhen could afford to relax a bit.
With that in mind, he eased up, closed his eyes, and focused on savoring their service.
Their hands varied in pressure, coming across as quite professional.
“How’s Meng’er’s massage, Cousin Bro?”
“Not bad.”
“Is it more comfortable than Cousin Sis’s?”
“Mm-hm.”
“Hee hee~ Meng’er specially studied books to practice, after all. Cousin Sis is still a total newbie.”
“It’s just leg rubbing—who can’t do that? Hmph!”
Yan Ruyu secretly pressed down harder, expecting Yan Zhen to yelp in pain. But he stayed perfectly composed, not even opening his eyes. Like some grand lord, he accused her.
“Cousin Ruyu, you just sneaked in a hard press there, didn’t you? That really hurt.”
“I-I didn’t!” Yan Ruyu’s pretty face flushed red as she defended herself weakly. “I just accidentally used a bit too much force.”
“I’ll let it slide this time. Do it again, and I’ll spank your butt.”
“. . . You wouldn’t dare!”
Yan Ruyu was mortified beyond endurance. Yan Zhen let out a smug hum. Their playful banter left Yan Meng’er feeling a twinge of jealousy.
Cousin Bro only ever showed that naughty side of himself around Cousin Sis. She wanted to experience being teased by him too~
After a short while, the two girls finished with his calves and moved on to his thighs.
They poured some Mighty Man Drip Dew into their palms and smeared it across Yan Zhen’s thighs.
The moment they made contact, his legs trembled.
Unlike his calves, thighs were far more private, rarely touched by anyone. Yan Zhen’s body was sensitive to begin with. With four dainty hands rubbing back and forth over his inner and outer thighs, evenly spreading the ointment—a mix of spicy heat and gentle care—he reacted almost immediately.
The Second Master, previously dormant, slowly opened his eyes. He was on the verge of fully awakening, transforming into an angry dragon.
Yan Zhen was only wearing his boxer shorts, which did nothing to hide it. Both girls noticed right away.
Yan Ruyu’s face turned beet red. She immediately bowed her head, trying not to look—yet she couldn’t help stealing glances, watching it swell rapidly.
Yan Meng’er’s heart fluttered wildly, but she pretended not to notice. With feigned focus, she kneaded the meaty parts of his thighs.
She had to admit, a boy’s thighs held a real appeal for girls. Firm muscles full of bounce and tension—the feel of them was exquisite.
Yan Meng’er tried her best not to look lovesick and scare him off as she began her little maneuvers.
One hand stroked lightly, the other pinched softly.
Yan Zhen could barely hold back the strange sensations stirring inside him. He grumbled irritably.
“Meng’er, did you even eat today? If you don’t want to massage, then don’t.”
But Yan Meng’er just whined back at him.
“Cousin Bro, you’re so heartless! Meng’er’s hands are exhausted from rubbing your legs. Can’t I take a tiny break?”
Well . . . put that way, had he wronged her? Yan Zhen rolled his eyes.
“If Cousin Bro gives Meng’er a kiss, she’ll be full of energy again!”
“No kiss. Rest if you’re tired. There’s tea on the table—pour me a cup while you’re at it.”
“Muu, Cousin Bro’s the worst~”
—This little girl was always thinking about naughty things, and all of them aimed at him. Was that appropriate? Couldn’t she take a page from her cousin sis and act more properly?
As he thought that, Yan Zhen caught Yan Ruyu sneaking peeks at the boxer shorts, now bulging like an inflated long-trunked little elephant. Her cheeks heated up.
—Who would’ve thought it? Cousin Sis, you seem so prim and proper, but you’re secretly kinky! That curious? Go buy a book if you want to learn—why stare at me?
He quickly clamped his legs together and tugged his clothes down to cover his “spring scenery” as best he could.
An awkward silence fell.
Yan Ruyu stopped her furtive glances and massaged his legs properly with her slender fingers. Yan Meng’er, however, resumed her teasing.
Her hands crept higher and inward with each knead, stroking and pinching the sensitive inner thighs. Every so often, she’d brush against it without lingering—teasing with perfect restraint.
Yan Zhen felt his arousal spike—not anger, but pure lust. Her movements were so discreet that Cousin Ruyu couldn’t even see.
Smack!
He suddenly seized Yan Meng’er’s wrist, pinning it in place.
“What’s wrong, Cousin Bro? You’re holding Meng’er’s hand.”
Yan Meng’er put on a bashful act. Yan Zhen fought down the urge to flip her over and spank that little butt of hers.
“No need for you to keep going. Cousin Ruyu can handle it. You rest, Meng’er.”
“Meng’er isn’t tired at all! She could go another hour easy—or does Cousin Bro actually prefer Cousin Sis doing it?”
“Yeah, I’ve realized Sis is better at it.”
“Fine then. Meng’er will stop.”
Yan Meng’er pulled her hands back decisively, shuffled her little butt closer, leaned into Yan Zhen’s ear, and whispered.
“Then Meng’er will take care of Cousin Bro’s other . . . uncomfortable spots~”
With that, she nibbled his earlobe. Her hand darted out and gripped him precisely.
Yan Ruyu’s heart skipped a beat. How—how dare Meng’er! Going straight for it like that . . . She never mentioned doing this before!
Yan Zhen shuddered and grabbed his little cousin’s fair wrist again.
“Dead lass, what do you think you’re doing?”
Yan Meng’er blew a puff of air into his ear, making half his body go limp.
“Didn’t I say it? The elders told Meng’er and Cousin Sis to take good care of Cousin Bro’s body. That includes this part too, you know~”
“No way in hell! You think I’m an idiot?”
“It’s true! They all say you’re the Revitalizing Lord of the Yan Family. We have to take care of every single aspect of you. No matter what Cousin Bro needs, we have to satisfy it fully.” Yan Meng’er spoke with heartfelt emotion. “Besides, Sis and I aren’t direct lineage—our blood ties are getting more distant. Dad and Mom both hope Meng’er can become your concubine. That way, our branch can rise in status within the clan—and Cousin Sis too.”
“Cousin Ruyu too?” Yan Zhen was stunned. He turned to her. “For real?”
Yan Ruyu let out a weak “Mm,” too embarrassed to meet his eyes.
What Yan Meng’er said was exaggerated, but essentially true. Both girls’ parents harbored those hopes.
Yan Ruyu’s parents in particular often urged her to let go of old grudges and get closer to Yan Zhen—the subtext being “seduce him” and become the next clan leader’s concubine.
They never forced the issue, though. It was more like “if it happens, great; if not, no big deal.”
“They even make us report on our progress with you. If nothing happens, our allowances get cut, and we get an earful at home. Wuu~”
Yan Meng’er fake-sobbed as her hand started moving again.
