Chapter 284: A Steamy Massage? Slandering the Senior Sister!
Liu Ruyan naturally knew what kind of personality Yang Luoluo, her Junior Sister, had.
Although the girl was a martial arts fanatic, solely immersed in the Martial Dao with a childlike innocence, often appearing to be an energetic, naive, and easily deceived sweet girl, the reality was far more nuanced.
Yang Luoluo possessed an instinct sharper than a wild beast; if an outsider harbored even a sliver of ill intentions or malice, she would surely detect it instantly. It was a sixth sense honed by pure intuition, unclouded by worldly distractions.
Liu Ruyan wasn't too worried about Yang Luoluo being deceived by Shen Anyu's sweet words, but she was deeply concerned about Shen Anyu taking advantage of her by force. With Shen Anyu's terrifying strength—strength that had easily suppressed Liu Ruyan herself—he could certainly do whatever he pleased.
But the scene unfolding before her eyes in the presidential suite completely shattered her expectations. It clearly showed Yang Luoluo not resisting at all.
How was this possible?
Could it be that in just one day, her pure and innocent Junior Sister had been completely conquered by Shen Anyu?
Inside the luxurious room, the atmosphere was thick with ambiguity and heat. In fact, Yang Luoluo's face was flushed at this moment, burning with a shade of crimson that spread all the way to the tips of her ears. She felt extremely shy and embarrassed, her heart pounding against her ribs like a trapped bird.
But she did not refuse.
Because her previous suspicion of Shen Anyu filled her with an overwhelming sense of self-reproach and guilt.
Her Master Brother was so good to her. He was a figure of absolute perfection. He had helped her break through the bottleneck that had plagued her for months, guiding her to the Martial Arts Grandmaster realm with ease. He had personally cooked for her, serving her delicacies that contained spiritual energy, and now, he had come late at night, not to rest, but to help her regulate her body and stabilize her chaotic cultivation base.
It was truly inappropriate for her to doubt such a good Master Brother just because of Second Senior Sister Liu Ruyan's provocative words.
So, when Shen Anyu suggested a massage to help absorb the medicinal efficacy, Yang Luoluo did not refuse.
She also felt that her Master Brother would certainly not do anything bad to her. His eyes were clear, his demeanor noble. If she didn't agree, it would surely make her Master Brother sad, making him think she didn't trust him enough. She couldn't bear the thought of seeing disappointment in Shen Anyu's eyes.
"Relax, Luo Luo. This is the Nine Cycles Golden Body Paste. It burns a little at first, but it is excellent for refining the skin and meridians," Shen Anyu's voice was low and magnetic, soothing her tense nerves.
Moreover, as the medicinal paste was applied, Shen Anyu's large, warm hands began to massage her skin. Yang Luoluo felt a strange, electric tingling sensation that started from the point of contact and rushed through her entire body. It was very comfortable; the muscle strain and slight discomfort in her Meridians from the daytime's intense breakthrough rapidly improved.
The paste felt cool upon application, smelling faintly of mint and rare, ancient herbs, but under the friction of Shen Anyu's palms, it transformed into a comforting heat that seeped into her bones.
Even the Martial Dao True Essence within her body began to grow stronger, circulating smoothly under Shen Anyu's guidance.
'This medicinal paste must be a good thing, of inestimable value, yet Master Brother is willing to use it on me...'
Yang Luoluo's beautiful eyes were filled with emotion, shimmering with a layer of mist. Lying prone on the bed, her chin resting on her crossed arms, she bit her lower lip to suppress the soft whimpers of comfort threatening to escape her throat.
As the most beloved little princess of the Yang Family of Jiangnan, she had seen many good things. Her family's treasury was filled with ginseng and lingzhi mushrooms, but she had never seen such a miraculous medicinal paste. She wondered in her heart just how precious it was—likely priceless, something that money couldn't even buy.
And Shen Anyu was able to use it on her without reservation, and even expended such effort to help her absorb it.
This made Yang Luoluo trust Shen Anyu even more, and her favorability soared.
[Ding! Detected Destined Heroine Yang Luoluo's favorability +3.]
[Ding! Plundered 9,000 Destiny Value.]
[Ding! Detected Destined Heroine Yang Luoluo's total favorability 82.]
[Ding! Extra plunder +30,000 Destiny Value.]
...
A hint of a smile flashed in Shen Anyu's eyes, imperceptible to the girl beneath him. His peripheral vision swept over the dark silhouette of Liu Ruyan at the edge of the balcony outside the window. The curtains were slightly drawn, leaving just enough of a gap for the "audience" to see.
'Liu Ruyan, you've given me a good assist,' Shen Anyu thought, his amusement deepening.
In reality, Shen Anyu had no ill intentions towards Yang Luoluo in the traditional sense of harming her; on the contrary, he only gave her benefits. So even if Yang Luoluo, with her childlike innocence, was extremely sensitive to malice, she wouldn't detect it. Because there was no malice—only calculation.
What bad intentions could Shen Anyu have?
He was such a kind, gentle, and incredibly good Master Brother.
This medicinal paste was indeed a top-tier conditioning prescription included in the [Nine Cycles Divine Needle] inheritance, which greatly benefited martial artists. The material cost alone was tens of millions per gram, synthesized from rare spiritual herbs available in the System Shop.
Not to mention Shen Anyu personally taking action to help with the conditioning using his own True Qi to catalyze the absorption.
Others shouldn't even dream of it. If this service were auctioned in the Hidden World, ancient patriarchs would bankrupt their families for it.
Shen Anyu, investing so much, didn't need much in return.
He only needed Yang Luoluo's complete body and mind, and her Destiny Value. That was all. A fair trade in his eyes.
When it came to conquering Destined Heroines, Shen Anyu was always willing to invest heavily. He was not a stingy villain.
A certain top magnate in Hong Kong, known as a 'star sniper,' would casually give away Villas worth tens of millions and jewelry worth tens of millions to court actresses. Shen Anyu operated on the same principle, but with higher stakes.
You can't catch a wolf without sacrificing a cub; Destiny Value is even more precious. But once he harvested her, the cashback would earn him back both principal and interest, multiplied several times over.
Liu Ruyan secretly peeking from the balcony window only made Shen Anyu feel more stimulated. It added a layer of voyeuristic thrill to the conquest.
His hands moved rhythmically over Yang Luoluo's back. Generally speaking, martial artists tend to have rough skin due to constant training, sandbag striking, and weapon handling. Their feet might be slightly deformed, and calluses were common. In short, they didn't usually look very good in a refined sense.
Unless their cultivation Realm reaches the level of returning to simplicity, a complete transformation to the Celestial Being (Heavenly Human) level where the body is reborn.
But the Destined Heroine was an exception. The heavens clearly played favorites.
Even though Yang Luoluo had practiced martial arts for many years, her skin was not rough at all; it remained fair and smooth as congealed fat. Under the warm, amber light of the bedside lamp, her skin glowed with a pearlescent luster. Her thighs were firm yet yielding, her calves slender and shapely, and her beautiful feet were exquisitely clear, like the finest warm jade carved by a master sculptor.
Shen Anyu murmured to himself, if there truly was a Creator God in this world, then the Creator God must be a pervert, otherwise why would he bestow so much affection upon the Destined Heroine?
It could be said that every inch of her was flawless.
Shen Anyu carefully felt the texture under his palms, his expression serious, as if he were doing something very important—like a doctor performing a critical surgery—without any hint of frivolity or anything that would make one think otherwise.
"Here? Is the meridian blocked here?" Shen Anyu asked softly, pressing his thumb into a pressure point on her lower back.
"Nnnh... M-Master Brother... it feels... hot..." Yang Luoluo let out a soft, unintentional moan, her voice trembling.
Yang Luoluo's pretty and cute doll-like face gradually flushed deeper, resembling a ripe peach ready to be plucked. But with just a slight glance back over her shoulder, seeing her Master Brother's serious expression, furrowed brows, and the fine beads of sweat on his forehead, she naturally had no complaints.
She only felt gratitude in her heart.
'Master Brother is working so hard for me...' she thought guiltily.
Someone as powerful as her Master Brother looked so tired; he must have expended too much effort in massaging and conditioning her meridians. He was using his own internal energy to heal her fatigue.
Little did she know, Shen Anyu could now completely control the secretion of sweat and every subtle change in his expression. The [God-Level Acting Skill] was not for show. The sweat was merely a prop to induce guilt and affection.
At this moment, the Master and disciple presented a harmonious picture: one with a serious, dedicated expression, the other with a flushed little face filled with trust. The atmosphere was unexpectedly warm, yet undeniably charged with eros.
And outside the balcony window, Liu Ruyan, watching this scene, was seething with anger.
Her grip on the marble railing tightened until the stone groaned under the pressure. Her gaze towards Shen Anyu was almost spitting fire. She gritted her teeth, her chest heaving with suppressed rage.
"That scoundrel Shen Anyu!" she screamed internally. "What kind of mesmerizing potion did he give the Junior Sister? How dare he take such advantage! His hands... where is he touching?! Damn it, no, I must stop him! He is clearly eating her tofu, and that silly girl is thanking him!"
The sight of Shen Anyu's hands gliding over Yang Luoluo's defenseless back, sliding dangerously close to sensitive areas under the guise of "medical treatment," made Liu Ruyan's blood boil. She felt a protective urge mixed with a strange, inexplicable frustration.
Just as Liu Ruyan was about to break through the window, shattering the glass to rescue her Junior Sister from the wolf's den.
"Liu Ruyan..."
Shen Anyu's voice suddenly rang out. It wasn't loud, but it was clear, cutting through the glass and the wind like a sharp blade.
It caused Liu Ruyan's body to tremble instantly.
She froze. The memory of the bathroom incident, the overwhelming suppression, and the fear she had felt earlier flooded back. She quickly shrank back outside the balcony, hiding in the shadows, as if recalling the previous incident where she was utterly helpless against him. It made her somewhat flustered, even wanting to flee in disarray.
Did he see her? Was he mocking her?
"Luo Luo, what kind of person is your Second Senior Sister, Liu Ruyan?"
A hint of a smile flashed in Shen Anyu's eyes; he glanced meaningfully at the window outside the balcony, seeing the shadow retreat. He then asked the prostrate Yang Luoluo gently, his tone casual as he continued the rhythmic massage.
"Eh? Second Senior Sister?"
Hearing Shen Anyu's sudden, inexplicable question, Yang Luoluo was a little surprised. She blinked her large, watery eyes, trying to focus through the haze of pleasure and relaxation.
However, Yang Luoluo was a good girl, honest to a fault, so she immediately responded truthfully:
"Sister Ruyan? She's a very good person. Although she can be a bit strict, she's especially good to me and cares for me a lot. She always brings me snacks and helps me with my stances."
Shen Anyu suddenly spoke up, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, tinged with hesitation:
"Luo Luo, there's something I don't know if I should say? I don't want to gossip, but..."
"Eh? Master Brother, just say whatever you want; Luo Luo doesn't need to be treated as an outsider."
Yang Luoluo curiously turned her head to look at Shen Anyu, wondering what words made her usually decisive Master Brother hesitate. She tried to push herself up, but she was quickly, yet gently, pressed down by Shen Anyu to lie prostrate again.
"Lie still. The energy circulation isn't finished," he commanded softly.
Liu Ruyan, outside the balcony window, also pricked up her ears, her heart racing. What did Shen Anyu want to say about her? Was he going to expose her spying?
While massaging, Shen Anyu's lips curved upwards into a devilish smirk that Yang Luoluo couldn't see, as he said meaningfully:
"I also know Liu Ruyan; she actually has some special preferences, she likes women. Luo Luo, you need to be careful, don't let her deceive you..."
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