Wang Dahai brought out all his skills, making her massage comfortably soothing.

Ning Mei moaned and felt every inch of her muscles thoroughly massaged.

Wang Dahai's technique was truly superb.

When massaging her thighs, Ning Mei pinched her panties, lifted her butt, and slowly rubbed them down: "Dahai, quickly massage me here."

Wang Dahai swallowed hard.

Ning Mei, moistened by the essential oil, had a greasy sheen on her skin.

Wang Dahai pulled her panties down to her knees and looked back at the door leading to the next room.

He hesitated, then sat on Ning Mei's thighs.

Then, he brought out his member, rubbing it against her slippery groin.

Then he aimed, and with a deep thrust, entered Ning Mei's warm place.

"Ah~"

Ning Mei cried out tremulously, her voice barely contained.

Wang Dahai was startled; the sound was a bit loud.

He wondered if Jiang Yiren in the next room could hear it.

Jiang Yiren did hear it.

She found it strange, wasn't Wang Dahai supposed to be massaging her? Why would such a sound occur?

That sound sounded like…

Jiang Yiren shook her head repeatedly, convinced she was overthinking.

From their interactions, they were just friends.

Plus, Ning Mei was married; how could she do such a thing with him.

It must be because the massage was too pleasurable.

Yes, that must be it.

But soon, Ning Mei's moans rose again.

Jiang Yiren's heart quivered, her mind wandering uncontrollably.

She hesitated, then walked to the wall and eavesdropped with her ear against it.

"Ah, ah~"

"So comfortable."

Ning Mei's vague voice, through the wall, entered her ears.

Listening made Jiang Yiren's cheeks flush and her heart race.

What exactly were they doing next door?

Jiang Yiren felt uneasy.

Logic told her they couldn't be doing that sort of thing.

But those sounds made it so easy to misconstrue.

After a good half hour, the sound finally stopped.

Jiang Yiren became more certain, they were just massaging.

After all, it had been more than half an hour.

She was a doctor and knew quite well that the male's aspect usually only lasts a few minutes, ten minutes was considered long.

How could it be more than half an hour?

She sat back on the tatami mat, unable to stop thinking about when Ning Mei groped her in the hot springs pool.

Though both women, she had never allowed anyone to touch her like that before.

Moreover, Ning Mei even entered her there…

Just thinking about it was embarrassing.

Luckily, there were rose petals floating on the water surface at that time, or she wouldn't know how to face Wang Dahai if he had seen.

However, Ning Mei's touch was truly comfortable.

Especially when entering that place…

Thinking over, she inadvertently thought of her fall into Wang Dahai's arms, that brief contact.

That contact made her heart flutter and hard to contain.

Thinking of it, her thighs unconsciously clenched, only then realizing her physiological response.

Jiang Yiren stealthily touched herself below, feeling the wetness her cheeks instantly reddened.

She indeed had a reaction.

Next door.

Ning Mei had already collapsed on the tatami while Wang Dahai walked into the hot spring to clean himself.

Soon, Ning Mei also got up and soaked into the hot spring.

She nestled in Wang Dahai's arms and said, "I really want to stay here with you forever."

Wang Dahai said, "Next time Sister Ning has time, we'll stay here overnight."

"Why wait until next time? We can do it tonight."

"Tonight?"

Wang Dahai was stunned, and Ning Mei smiled, "Yes, tonight."

Her fingertips slid across Wang Dahai's chest, saying, "Tonight, the three of us."

Three!

Wang Dahai's heart began to beat violently uncontrollably.

Was this the opportunity that Sister Ning mentioned she would create?

But would Jiang Yiren agree?

A pure young lady, how could she possibly accept spending the night with a strange man.

Even if there was also Ning Mei.

He felt the likelihood was not great.

"It's about time," Ning Mei said. "Go give her a massage, I'll make some preparations."

"Oh."

Wang Dahai was curious, what kind of preparations was she making?

After getting out of the pool and drying off, Wang Dahai pushed open the door and walked over.

Jiang Yiren was still sitting on the tatami because her thigh muscles were strained, making it problematic for her to move around.

She was making a phone call, and it was unclear who she was talking to. Her tone was cold and her expression indifferent.

Upon seeing Wang Dahai arrive, she nodded at him.

The room was very quiet, although Wang Dahai did not intentionally eavesdrop, he still heard that the person on the other end was a man.

Apparently, it was her boyfriend.

The phone call soon ended.

Wang Dahai, holding a bottle of essential oil, said, "Miss Jiang, let me give you a massage."

Jiang Yiren initially resisted a bit, but Wang Dahai behaved very properly, which didn't raise too many concerns for her.

"Uh, thank you."

Jiang Yiren stretched out her crossed legs.

Wang Dahai brought over a towel, laid it on the floor, and said, "Lie down."

Jiang Yiren lay on the towel, slightly nervous.

Her already tight abdomen caved in further under her nervous breathing.

She was very slim, yet not like those purely thin girls.

Some girls, when they inhale, their ribcage shows clearly.

This kind of figure, in Wang Dahai's view, wasn't much, merely thin, and excessively so.

Jiang Yiren was also very thin, but her slimness was very proportionate.

Even as her stomach sucked in, it didn't make her ribcage very prominent.

A faint layer of fat gave her a contradictory sense of being both delicate and full.

Wang Dahai sat down beside her, grabbed her right leg, and slightly parted it.

Jiang Yiren became even more nervous, her body tensing up.

"Miss Jiang, relax."

"Okay."

But Wang Dahai noticed that she was still tense, making it difficult for him to massage her muscles.

Wang Dahai chuckled ruefully, "Miss Jiang, your body is too tense. Like this, it's hard to work on you."

Jiang Yiren felt a bit embarrassed: "Maybe we should just forget it."

"No worries," Wang Dahai shook his head and said, "Let's do this: I'll massage you a bit first to help you relax."

"When we get to the thigh, I'll deal with the strained muscles as well."

Without waiting for Jiang Yiren to refuse, he had already opened the essential oil and dripped it onto her stomach.

The cool essential oil made her entire body break out in goosebumps.

Wang Dahai warmed his hands and placed them directly on her lower abdomen.

The physical contact made Jiang Yiren's body tense even more.

Her small fists were clenched involuntarily.

Wang Dahai kept his massage strictly professional since he knew she was nervous, and any inappropriate move would only backfire.

After massaging her stomach for a while and seeing her still struggling to relax, Wang Dahai felt somewhat helpless.

This woman, probably hadn't had such contact with a man before.

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