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

Chapter 592 Bibi Dong: Is your massage legitimate? (3)

Upon seeing this, Dai Chengfeng's lips curled into a smile.

Soon, Bibi Dong felt Dai Chengfeng's fingers deftly loosen the already loose sash around the waist of her silk robe.

The cool fingertips occasionally brushed against her waist, which was becoming increasingly sensitive due to the floral oil, sending a slight shiver through her.

Her eyes were tightly closed, her thick, long eyelashes trembling uneasily like butterfly wings in the wind.

Soon, as the ties loosened, the front of the silk robe naturally slid open slightly to the sides, revealing more of the snow-white skin covered by the warm light and glistening floral oil.

Immediately, she felt a slight chill all over her body, which made her involuntarily take a soft breath.

However, just as the chill swept over her, her vision was suddenly taken away—everything went black.

A soft, smooth, opaque black veil was gently and quickly placed over her eyes, obscuring her vision.

Bibi Dong subconsciously reached out to touch it, but then she heard Dai Chengfeng's smiling voice, his breath almost brushing against her sensitive earlobe:

"Teacher, don't move."

"Dai Chengfeng!"

Bibi Dong's voice carried a hint of embarrassment and annoyance at being suddenly attacked, as well as unease amplified by the obstruction of her view, "What are you doing?"

Dai Chengfeng's fingers gently brushed the stray strands of hair beside her cheek, the movement tender yet carrying an undeniable air of authority.

He chuckled softly as he explained, his voice filled with innocent sincerity: "Naturally, it's so that you, teacher, can relax better and get a proper rest."

“Sometimes vision can be a burden. By covering your eyes, you can focus more on the soothing effect of the flower oil and not be disturbed by external things. Your disciple is thinking of you wholeheartedly.”

"Ah……"

Bibi Dong let out a clear, cold laugh, her red lips curving into a sarcastic smile. "That sounds so high-sounding."

"You rebellious disciple, what are you plotting? Do you think I don't know?"

As she said this, the hand that had been slightly raised, as if to tear off the black veil, slowly returned to her side, her fingertips curling up again.

Seeing that Bibi Dong's words were sharp but her body honestly accepted the arrangement, Dai Chengfeng's smile deepened, and he said no more.

He knew that words were superfluous at this moment.

In complete darkness, Bibi Dong discovered that her body had become unusually sensitive.

Without the guidance and anticipation of vision, every tactile sensation is magnified many times over, becoming so clear it's unsettling.

She could clearly feel the cool air brushing against every inch of her exposed skin, and hear their intertwined, gradually increasing breaths...

He could even feel the tangible heat of Dai Chengfeng's gaze when it fell upon him.

At first, Dai Chengfeng's movements were indeed quite proper.

His warm hands, coated with fragrant rose oil, returned to her shoulders and neck, patiently and slowly massaging along the same path.

The flower oil, warmed by the power of her soul, glided delicately across the hollow of her collarbone, massaging the stiff muscles of her rounded shoulders...

Then, following both sides of the spine, I exerted force, trying to alleviate the deep fatigue.

In the darkness, the sense of touch is amplified infinitely.

Every press of his fingertips, every caress of his palm, carried an unprecedented clarity and impact.

But soon, Dai Chengfeng's actions began to subtly change...

The massage, which was originally focused on relieving fatigue, gradually took on a more intimate and exploratory feel.

His hands were no longer content on her back, but began to wander to the sides, smeared with floral oil, sliding towards her more sensitive sides and even the soft dimples of her waist.

My fingertips lightly brushed along the edge of my ribs, bringing a tingling, itchy sensation.

Bibi Dong couldn't help but shift her waist, trying to avoid the annoying yet alluring touch. However, this subtle movement of avoidance seemed more like a silent invitation.

Dai Chengfeng's breathing became noticeably heavier as he leaned closer, his warm chest almost touching her smooth back.

His lips brushed lightly against the bare skin of the back of her neck, and the burning breath made her body stiffen abruptly.

“Dai Chengfeng…”

She called his name again, but her voice had long lost its initial power, leaving only softness and trembling, sounding more like a whispered murmur when she was moved by love.

Dai Chengfeng did not respond, but his actions provided the answer.

Those wicked hands finally crossed the line completely, slowly circling around from behind to the front...

Sometimes it presses down with a little force, as if weighing or savoring the most precious treasure in the world.

"You... bastard..."

She managed to utter broken curses, but her body responded honestly.

Hearing Bibi Dong's weak rebuke and feeling the trembling and changes in her body under his palm, Dai Chengfeng chuckled softly.

"Teacher... do you think this way the absorption is better?"

“You traitor…you are clearly…!”

Bibi Dong wanted to retort, but was interrupted by his sudden increase in intensity.

Finally, she let out a soft hum and completely gave up on futile resistance.

When Dai Chengfeng saw that Bibi Dong had finally stopped resisting, her perfect, god-like body blossomed into an alluring pink and became even softer under his massage.

His kisses fell like raindrops, tracing her smooth back, down to her sensitive waist, and then to that rounded curve...

I don’t know how long it took.

Bibi Dong lay helplessly on the large desk, her body covered in sticky floral oil and sweat, which shone with a white sheen under the lamplight.

The black veil covering her eyes was already soaked with sweat and clung tightly to her eyelids, but she still didn't reach out to remove it.

Limbs and bones...

They all exuded an extreme sense of fatigue and lethargy.

Dai Chengfeng's breathing gradually stabilized. He looked at the extremely alluring body covered with his marks, a hint of satisfaction flashing in his eyes.

He reached out and carefully untied the knot at the back of her head, gently removing the soaked black veil.

The sudden light made Bibi Dong squint uncomfortably. Her purple eyes shimmered with water, hazy and empty, carrying a languid and somewhat bewildered air.

She glanced at Dai Chengfeng, then quickly looked away, her blush deepening rather than fading.

Dai Chengfeng chuckled softly, picked up a clean, soft cloth from the side, and gently began to wipe her upper body.

Once he had wiped her down, Dai Chengfeng bent down and picked up her sweaty body in his arms.

Bibi Dong instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck.

Dai Chengfeng pulled her into his arms and placed a gentle kiss on her smooth forehead, his voice hoarse and languid afterward:

"Teacher, you feel sticky. Let me carry you to take a bath, and then you can rest well."

Bibi Dong buried her face in the crook of his neck, not refusing, but only giving a very soft "hmm", her voice so soft it was almost inaudible.

Holding Bibi Dong, Dai Chengfeng walked through the softly carpeted corridor and headed towards the bathhouse connected to the back of the bedroom.

(End of this chapter)