This made Wang Dahai's scalp tingle a bit.

"I'll give the massage!"

"Should I really be the one to massage?"

He was about to refuse when Qin Rong said, "Sure, I'd love to experience it."

In her opinion, Wu Xiaoyu's massages were already very comfortable.

But even so, Wang Dahai still pointed out many flaws.

This made her very curious about how superb Wang Dahai's massage techniques really were.

Wang Dahai swallowed the words he was about to say.

If a girl didn't mind, it would seem a bit old-fashioned for him, a grown man, to keep making excuses about it being inconvenient.

He had no choice but to walk over and bend down to massage her.

However, this position was not convenient.

Yet even in such an awkward position, his massage still gave Qin Rong a different sensation.

"Ah~"

Qin Rong's voice was tender and pleasant.

"It feels so good."

Qin Rong was extremely surprised.

She thought that even if Wang Dahai's massage was comfortable, it wouldn't be much different from Wu Xiaoyu's.

But once she actually felt Wang Dahai's technique, compared to Wu Xiaoyu's, the difference was immediately apparent.

The gap was huge.

By comparison, Wu Xiaoyu was like someone who didn't know how to massage at all.

In contrast, every press and rub by Wang Dahai was just right in strength.

Moreover, the areas he massaged were also more appropriate.

"Wang, why don't you sit down to do it?" Wu Xiaoyu said from the side.

She watched Wang Dahai bending over, obviously straining.

Wang Dahai shook his head: "No need, this is fine."

Qin Rong turned her head and also noticed Wang Dahai's bent posture, and said, "Mr. Wang, come up and massage me."

"No need..."

"Come up."

Qin Rong instinctively wiggled her butt, saying, "You could sit on my butt."

This woman was straightforward, seemingly unconcerned about these matters.

"Well, okay then."

Wang Dahai felt his scalp tingle again.

If there were only one woman, whether Qin Rong or Wu Xiaoyu, he would feel awkward but it'd be manageable.

But now, in front of two women, this awkwardness was a bit indescribable.

He sat on Qin Rong's butt.

Qin Rong's butt was firmer than Wu Xiaoyu's.

After all, regularly exercising, the fitness, and the sense of power couldn't be compared to Wu Xiaoyu's.

Wu Xiaoyu was like a delicate university student, a soft girl.

Qin Rong, on the other hand, was a fitness enthusiast who frequented the gym.

Sitting on the butt, the buoyancy immediately elicited a reaction from Wang Dahai.

Luckily, he was sitting down, so Wu Xiaoyu couldn't see.

Otherwise, it would have been even more embarrassing.

Qin Rong hadn't thought much about it, but his sitting down also evoked a strange feeling in her.

But soon, her mind was attracted by the feedback from the kneading of Wang Dahai's hands.

"Hmm, this is so comfortable~"

Qin Rong hummed lightly, exceedingly comfortable.

After massaging for about fifteen minutes, Wang Dahai withdrew his hands and got off the sofa, saying, "That's enough."

However, at that moment, Wu Xiaoyu suddenly said, "Wang, you haven't massaged the legs yet."

Qin Rong was still savoring the comfort of the massage and said, "Mr. Wang, could you help me take off my pants?"

She had been busy all day, was very tired, and the massage made her drowsy and lethargic, not wanting to move.

Even her brain had shut down.

Otherwise, I couldn't have said such a thing.

Wang Dahai found himself in a difficult position.

By now, he was certain that Wu Xiaoyu really didn't understand anything.

Taking off pants, and massaging down there...

For a girl, that was an extraordinarily shameful thing.

Yet Wu Xiaoyu had suggested it directly, and Qin Rong hadn't refused.

Wang Dahai could only stay silent, grabbed her waistband, and slowly started to pull her pants down.

Qin Rong cooperated by lifting her hips, and it was only after the pants were off that she belatedly realized this maybe wasn't quite appropriate.

But, the pants were already off, and it had been her own initiative to request it.

Moreover, Wu Xiaoyu was still there.

Thinking this, she relaxed again.

Wang Dahai cleared his throat and got back on the sofa, this time with his back to her, sitting on her waist.

He dripped safflower oil on her thighs, and with each push from her thigh toward her calf, Qin Rong's honeyed thighs magnified infinitely before his eyes, almost touching his nose.

This close distance allowed him to clearly see the fine skin on her thighs.

So beautiful!

And her thighs were really so sensitive.

Fleshy, yet firm.

These were truly honeyed thighs!

When both thighs were pressed together, there was not even a single gap in between.

Wang Dahai couldn't restrain himself from thinking, if he were squeezed by those thighs, that sensation must feel incredibly comforting.

Engaged in such wild thoughts, when he bent down again, he suddenly felt that something below him had touched something else.

He hurriedly looked down and broke out into a cold sweat.

His strongly reacting member was now pressing against her buttocks.

He quickly sucked in his stomach and bent forward, managing to barely lift it slightly.

He wondered if Qin Rong had felt it.

Qin Rong did feel it.

However, at first, she didn't think of it in that way, only finding it strange and perplexing.

It wasn't until the second contact that she realized what it was.

That was Wang Dahai's brother...

Qin Rong pursed her lips, guessing how intense Wang Dahai's reaction was at that moment.

In fact, as Wang Dahai massaged her thighs, she had her own reactions too.

Every woman's sensitive areas vary.

One of her sensitive spots included her thighs.

Sometimes at night when she slept, she would rub her thighs together.

By the time she woke up the next morning, her underwear was sticky.

And with Wang Dahai's intimate and broad strokes over her thighs, her below had long been overflowing.

But she had been strongly holding herself back.

Wang Dahai tried to keep his distance as much as possible, even propping his body up on his knees to hover above her, keeping a safe distance from her buttocks.

That way, there wouldn't be any contact.

Qin Rong felt his movements and let out a sigh of relief inside.

At the same time, she felt an increased fondness for Wang Dahai.

Even if Wang Dahai continued like this, she wouldn't say anything and was able to understand.

After all, in such a position, contact was inevitable, and it was not intentional.

But Wang Dahai adjusted his position proactively.

This made Qin Rong feel respected.

A physiological response was unavoidable and couldn't be controlled, but the body could be.

Not every man could be like him, exercising such self-restraint.

Wang Dahai's heart was beating fast because he saw the fabric beneath Qin Rong's buttocks crease was wet!

Every time he bent over, he could smell a faint fragrance emanating from that dark place.

He fantasized about holding her buttocks and savoring them attentively.

After massaging for more than ten minutes, Wang Dahai said, "That's enough."

He showed not the slightest reluctance and immediately jumped off the sofa.

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