Douluo: Martial Soul White Tiger, I am the White Emperor of Heaven

Chapter 591 Bibi Dong: Is your massage legitimate? (2)

"It's a highly refined rose oil. The seller says it can soothe the nerves, calm the nerves, and moisturize the skin."

"I bought it because it smelled good."

"I was thinking of... finding an opportunity to give it to you."

He spoke casually, but Bibi Dong inwardly rolled her eyes slightly.

You even gave it to yourself? I bet you planned this all along...you little rascal...

While Bibi Dong was pondering, Dai Chengfeng had already poured a few drops of crystal-clear rose oil with a light pink luster into his palm, clasped his hands together, and gently rubbed them together.

He channeled his soul power, and the temperature of his palm slowly rose, warming the flower oil.

Soon, an even richer and more captivating warm rose fragrance rose up.

"It might be a little cold, please bear with it, teacher."

As Dai Chengfeng spoke, he gently placed his hands, which were warmed with flower oil, on Bibi Dong's delicate collarbone and shoulders exposed to the air.

"Um……"

After the slightly cool touch, there is a rapid warm and smooth sensation.

The flower oil, carrying his body heat and spiritual energy, penetrates the skin, making people relax involuntarily.

Bibi Dong couldn't help but let out another soft moan, her body trembling slightly.

Dai Chengfeng's hands started from her collarbone and shoulders, making circles as he slowly spread the fragrant floral oil evenly.

His movements were slow, his fingertips tracing every inch of her smooth skin, feeling the shape of her collarbone and the roundness of her shoulders.

Under the light, the flower oil shimmered on her snow-white skin, adding an alluring glow.

After applying the ointment to her shoulders and neck, his hands slid down along the edge of the open neckline of her silk robe.

Inevitably, the palm brushed against the soft edge of the bathrobe's fabric, and also touched the even softer, fuller curves beneath the fabric.

The sensation was breathtaking.

Bibi Dong shuddered and suddenly opened her eyes. Her purple eyes were filled with tears as she glared at him, her hand instinctively rising as if to grab his mischievous wrist.

"Dai Chengfeng!"

"Teacher, I'm applying the flower oil to you. Make sure it's even so it can be absorbed well."

Dai Chengfeng looked innocent, but he didn't stop moving. However, seeing that Bibi Dong was still wary, he moved slightly away from the most sensitive and dangerous area.

He slowly and firmly stroked down her slender waist along both sides of her ribs with his palm.

His palms were hot and slippery with the scent of floral oil, lingering and caressing her delicate skin at the waist.

Bibi Dong felt as if tiny flames had ignited where Dai Chengfeng had touched her. The flames were not burning, but rather had a tingling, warm sensation that quickly spread to her limbs and bones, making her weak all over and unable to muster any strength to stop him.

The warning hand ultimately rested limply at his side, its fingertips slightly curled.

"You...you are clearly..."

She bit her lower lip, wanting to accuse him of taking advantage of her, but the comfort and relaxation that spread throughout her body made her words catch in her throat.

The accusations seem powerless.

Finally, she closed her eyes again, her thick, long eyelashes casting a faint shadow under her eyelids, as if she had given up some kind of resistance.

Dai Chengfeng received the tacit approval signal, and a smile appeared on his lips.

He was no longer satisfied with just applying the oil to her waist. His palms, now smooth and warm from the rose oil, began to roam more slowly and meticulously along the curves of her body.

From his slender, soft waist to his flat, firm abdomen, he pressed and circled with his fingertips.

The fragrance of the flower oil intertwines with the warmth of the skin, fermenting in the air to create a captivating and enchanting aroma.

His movements were full of patience, as if he were handling a priceless treasure or slowly unwrapping a carefully wrapped gift.

Every inch of skin touched trembled slightly under his palm, turning a faint pink hue. Bibi Dong's breathing gradually lost its usual rhythm, becoming shallow and rapid, her upper body rising and falling slightly with each breath, her alluring silhouette faintly visible beneath her purple silk nightgown.

Fine beads of sweat appeared on Dai Chengfeng's forehead.

He wasn't completely unaffected; on the contrary, every smooth and elastic sensation from her fingertips, the cool fragrance and sweet scent of rose oil lingering around his nose, and the unparalleled visual impact all challenged his self-control.

His hands finally reached her legs.

First, he touched her slender ankles, pressing a certain acupoint with his thumb and gently rotating and pressing it.

"Um……"

Bibi Dong's toes curled involuntarily, and a very soft, charming sound, which she herself was unaware of, rang out.

Dai Chengfeng's Adam's apple bobbed as he grasped her delicate ankle, his palm pressed against her smooth skin, and began to slowly move upwards.

He measured the shapely lines of his calves with his palm.

The essential oil made his palms glide incredibly smoothly, and each touch brought a subtle, electric-like sensation.

With his movements, the hem of his robe was pushed up even higher, almost reaching mid-thigh.

That expanse of snow-white skin was dazzling; under the light and the nourishment of the floral oil, it resembled the finest mutton-fat jade, radiating a warm and alluring glow.

Dai Chengfeng paused almost imperceptibly, and his breathing became a few degrees heavier.

But he didn't stop or overstep his bounds; his hands continued upwards, beginning to massage her thighs.

Bibi Dong's cheeks, neck, and even large expanses of exposed skin were tinged with a captivating blush, more delicate than the most vibrant rose petals.

The hand that was originally resting at her side had unconsciously gripped the edge of the cold table beneath her, her fingertips turning slightly white from the force, as if grasping at the last remaining trace of clarity.

Dai Chengfeng's massage started from the legs, returned to the waist, and then slowly moved upwards.

This time, his hands followed along the sides of her body, along the edge of her nightgown, his fingertips lightly brushing the smooth surface of the silk robe, finally stopping at the loosely tied sash around her waist.

Dai Chengfeng leaned forward slightly, his warm breath almost brushing against her reddened earlobe:

"Teacher, this silk robe... is getting in the way."

"How about... I help you take off your outer robe first?"

Bibi Dong suddenly opened her eyes, her purple eyes glistening with tears, a mixture of embarrassment and anger with a hint of "I knew it," as she glared fiercely at the handsome face so close to hers.

"Ah……"

Her red lips parted slightly, her breath was a little unsteady, but her voice was deliberately suppressed, carrying a hint of cold laughter.

"After going through all this trouble, this is your ultimate goal, isn't it, Dai Chengfeng?"

"I knew it! You traitorous disciple wouldn't be so kind!"

Upon hearing this, Dai Chengfeng was not alarmed at all; instead, he chuckled softly.

He stepped back slightly, allowing her to see more clearly the helpless yet sincere expression on his face, as he shrugged his hands, which were still covered in glistening flower oil.

"Teacher, you've really wronged me."

He blinked. "Your disciple only wants to relieve your fatigue and make you more comfortable."

"This flower oil is precious. Wouldn't it be a pity to waste it or have its effects diminished?"

"Ah!"

Bibi Dong glared at Dai Chengfeng, who calmly returned her gaze, his eyes conveying the unwavering focus that "everything is for the teacher's good."

After a while, Bibi Dong suddenly looked away, closed her eyes again, and her long eyelashes trembled violently like butterfly wings.

She didn't say "okay," but the hand that had been gripping the edge of the table so tightly that her knuckles turned white gradually and subtly loosened its grip, eventually lying completely flat on the cold tabletop.

(End of this chapter)