He had not only failed to take advantage of her but had been showing restraint the whole time.

Must he be struggling a lot?

For some reason, Wu Xiaoyu felt a twinge of guilt.

Dahai turned around, his back facing her.

When she was dressed, Dahai's temper also seemed to have faded.

"It's getting late, I'll head back now. What I taught you today, practice it when you get a chance."

"But how should I practice?"

Wu Xiaoyu said, "I'll need actual practice with this, won't I?"

"Yes, you'll have to massage others and use their feedback to check if the position and strength are right."

As he said this, he realized Wu Xiaoyu probably didn't have someone to practice with.

He felt a bit troubled.

Suddenly, Wu Xiaoyu suggested, "Wang, why don't I massage you?"

"Massage me?"

"Yeah, you're so professional. If something's wrong during the massage, you can correct me on the spot."

Dahai paused but after thinking it through, it made sense.

"Well… that works."

Dahai nodded, saying, "Then go ahead and massage me."

"Okay, Wang, lie down quickly."

Wu Xiaoyu's face was full of eagerness.

Dahai took off his shirt and lay down.

Looking at the distinct muscles on Dahai's back, Wu Xiaoyu expressed in surprise, "Wang, you're muscular!"

"Yes, I used to exercise often. I haven't for a while now, got a bit rusty."

"Really? I couldn't tell at all."

Wu Xiaoyu followed his lead, discarded her slippers, climbed onto his back, and sat down.

Since she was shorter than Dahai, she could only sit on his buttocks, allowing her hands to reach his back really well.

Just as she sat down, Dahai felt a warm moistness pressing against his buttocks.

Wu Xiaoyu was wearing thin cotton shorts.

Beneath the shorts was just a pair of panties.

Dahai probably understood.

His massage might have aroused her earlier.

Wu Xiaoyu hadn't noticed this until she opened her legs wider; her buttocks pressed almost fully against Dahai's.

Dahai's body heat gave her a slight tingling sensation.

Instinctively, she squeezed her legs.

This action clamped her tightly against Dahai's waist.

She wriggled her buttocks, the valley beneath rubbing gently against Dahai's, creating a subtle pleasure.

Biting her lips, she endured the stimulation, grabbed the safflower oil, and poured it on Dahai's back.

Her small hands spread the safflower oil evenly over his back, then began to knead.

"Wang, is it here?"

"Yes, that's the spot."

"Apply a little more force."

"A bit higher, yes, right there. Press down hard with four fingers."

Dahai carefully instructed.

Being his own body, he was clear about what was right, what was not, and which techniques to use.

Wu Xiaoyu was smart. Under his guidance, she quickly got the hang of it.

Dahai, with his eyes closed, lay on the couch, enjoying the massage from her small hands.

Although it was just his back, it was tantalizing his heart.

After about fifteen minutes, Dahai said, "That's enough for now. Let's wait until tomorrow, I'll come over and teach you again."

"Wang, do we need to massage the front as well?" Wu Xiaoyu didn't get up but continued sitting on his buttocks, her hands on his waist, asking.

"Yes, the front needs to be massaged too."

"Then should I massage the front for you, is that okay?"

"Okay."

Since they were learning, they might as well learn together.

"Then I'll turn around."

Wu Xiaoyu was about to stand up, supporting herself on her knees, when Dahai had already turned around.

As a result of his turn, Wu Xiaoyu was pulled sideways and fell toward the couch.

Dahai quickly caught her arm, turning his body as well.

However, with this catch, she had straddled beneath him.

At that moment, Dahai was noticeably aroused, pressing against her.

That contact made Wu Xiaoyu's body go limp, leaving her powerless, hanging on Dahai like water.

"Are you okay?"

Dahai hurriedly grabbed her waist and shifted her downward.

"No, no problem."

Wu Xiaoyu mustered some strength, her face red, not daring to look at him.

That moment of weakness gave her a thrilling experience she had never felt before.

It was an indescribable joy.

It felt like, in that instance, all her strength had drained away.

"Dahai, please lie down quickly."

"Um, okay."

Dahai lay down, but he was still erect.

Pitching a large tent, which looked as awkward as it felt.

Dahai had no choice but to pretend nothing had happened.

Wu Xiaoyu moved upward, sitting on his abs, and then slowly moved down.

When she felt the hot touch against her buttocks, she stopped.

She noticed Dahai with his eyes closed and suddenly gave a soft, secretive chuckle.

She knew this physiological reaction was uncontrollable.

She did not bring it up but grabbed the safflower oil and poured it on Dahai's chest.

Then her hands began to massage gently.

It was still her massaging, with Dahai explaining and correcting her.

Slowly, she worked her way to his abdomen, her body subconsciously moving backward.

In doing so, her protruding buttocks were once again blocked by Dahai's erected tent.

The tent was wedged right in her buttocks crease.

Though there were pants acting as a barrier, the hardness still caught her off guard.

The tender impact sent shivers through her soul.

Luckily, her hands were pressed against his abdomen; otherwise, she might have collapsed again from that impact.

She wanted to sit up, but what was beneath Dahai was too astonishing.

Even if she sat up, she would touch it.

After several adjustments, she eventually decided to retreat and stay wedged in the crease.

That position seemed most appropriate.

Dahai absentmindedly corrected her, inner bitterness flooding him.

Wu Xiaoyu's plump, juicy buttocks pressed against him.

Moreover, whether intentionally or unintentionally, or perhaps driven by a bodily instinct, her buttocks would occasionally rub up and down.

Her thin shorts, the triangular area already moist, clung to the shape.

Each rub was almost unbearable, deeply stimulating Dahai.

"Okay."

After several minutes, Dahai breathed out deeply and spoke.

"Is it okay?"

Wu Xiaoyu lifted her head, and Dahai then saw her face, blushed enough to bleed, eyes filled with shyness.

Seeing her like this, Dahai confirmed that her rubbing had been uncontrollable.

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