"Is this all toxins flowing out?"
"So embarrassing..."
Sun Xiaowen still naively thought it was all part of the treatment process.
To quickly expel the embarrassing toxins, she had no choice but to comply with a flushed face.
Her fair, slender legs gradually parted, releasing an aroma of youthful innocence.
The scent was so intoxicating that it instantly put all of Zhao Tienan's nerves on high alert.
"Be good, to ensure a thorough treatment, I'll take off your panties first..."
Watching the trembling delicate skin on her inner thighs, Zhao Tienan found himself in an extremely exhilarating state.
He eagerly removed the muddy cartoon panties and immediately started an intense treatment with his fingers.
"Um, no, I can't take it, Nan, don't rush, okay? Please pause for a bit..."
Sun Xiaowen panted heavily from the unprecedented stimulation, her voice filled with pleading.
After all, she was still an undeveloped girl, unable to withstand it.
"How can that be?"
"The toxins are invading too quickly, if time isn't taken for treatment, there could be complications."
Zhao Tienan not only did not slow down, he became even more vigorous.
He was like a speeding car, his desires racing forward, how could he simply stop?
"Complications? No, that won't do, Nan, it's better not to pause, but, but..."
The innocent Sun Xiaowen was terrified at the mention of complications, vehemently shaking her head.
She could only bite her tender lower lip tightly, letting Zhao Tienan's fingers freely roam.
But her body betrayed her.
In just five minutes, she soared four times, her entire body enveloped in a charming blush.
"Too slippery, this is simply a treasure of the world!"
Slumped in the chair, Sun Xiaowen was a fatal temptation in every sense—visual, tactile, and olfactory.
Zhao Tienan felt he might explode at any moment, his rationality already evaporated.
The next second, his treatment intensified rapidly, his other hand boldly ventured to a higher peak, wantonly teasing and playing.
"Nan, what are you doing? Don't squeeze me, focus on the treatment..."
Sun Xiaowen, already unable to resist, was taken to a second battlefield, slipping into an unspeakable daze.
"Didn't you say your chest was hurting? I must press on it, or it might harden."
Zhao Tienan panted heavily.
He wasn't content with a superficial touch, he brazenly reached into Sun Xiaowen's neckline, under the guise of treatment, teasing that small, pink nub.
"It's happening again..."
Sun Xiaowen's defenses crumbled once more, her body shaking intensely.
Even the chair creaked under the high-frequency vibrations.
"Nan..."
"I've expelled so many toxins already, why is it still itching down there?"
Sun Xiaowen took several minutes to catch her breath, her innocent eyes fixed on Zhao Tienan, overflowing with desire.
"Sigh, the situation is much worse than I anticipated."
"My fingers are too short; I'll have to use something longer to help you detox."
Zhao Tienan licked his lips, stood up, and unfastened his belt.