Chapter 163 | Damn Vixen

Chapter 163: 163 | Damn Vixen

Shirt off. Skirt off. Sports bra and cotton briefs remaining. Face down on the mattress.

He pulled on the Massage Glove, applied the upgraded Massage Oil to his hands, and began. He started with her shoulders, using the same technique as shown in the 108 Body Massage Sutra.

He set the glove to its lowest vibration and worked the muscles along her spine, channeling mana through his fingertips into the damaged nerve pathways.

Everything was fine.

Feeling a tough muscle in her spine, he increased the vibration as he hands slowly massaged her back, moving lower against her smooth shiny skin.

Eventually, he reached her and massaged her back dimples.

The glove hummed as it he imbued his mana deep into her muscle tissue, stimulating and rejuvenating it, pressing and rolling at the same time.

Suddenly, Dexter felt Mira’s body tremble. He frowned slightly.

’Was I hallucinating?’

Mira was fully paralyzed, there was no way her body shook. He noticed the slight redness of her ears blinked his eyes and proceed to ignore it.

He moved to down her legs, her toes, then moved upwards her thighs as the glove continued its steady, deep vibration against her skin.

Mira’s face, which was turned to one side against the pillow, moved slightly as her breathing started ri change.

Noticing this, Dexter frowned slightly. ’Is she in pain?’

But he shook his head, the pain was serenely transferred to him so she isn’t supposed to feel pain.

He moved to her upper thighs. The glove hummed against the thick muscle tissue there, vibrating deep into the connective fibers below as he moved upwards, reaching the peak of her thighs, close to the small gap between her thighs.

At that moment, Mira’s muscles involuntarily spasmed lightly against his skin as Mira’s ears went from red to crimson.

Dexter’s eyes widened slightly as realization crashed into his mind like an explosion.

’Vibrations, girls... I’m a fool.’

When it came to girls, vibration only meant one different things but against a specific part of their bodies, it meant another thing.

’And I’ve been doing it for the past two days!’

Dexter almost slapped himself. Ehich groen man wouldn’t have understood? And yet it flew over his head like his dad did when choosing a son.

Throughout his time dealing with Mira, he had always cleared his mind by meditating because no man in their right mind wouldn’t be aroused thinking of touching such a beauty everyday not to mention the fact that Dexter takes care of her everyday.

The technique has worked perfectly well until now. Seeing Mira’s muscles involuntarily tremble and her ears flushed red, he couldn’t help but swallow hard as his thoughts ran rapid and wild.

’Chaos in order, order in chaos. The primordial universe was birthed by...’

He immediately inhaled deeply and started to recite the mantra of Limitless Grand Cosmos Scripture because right now, his thoughts were beginning to have multiple scenes with various occupations involved.

’This is going to be hard.’

After several seconds, Dexter managed to tame his mind. He clenched his jaws and exhaled. Then after calming down considerably, he continued the massage but his movements had became noticeably stiffer.

Mira had noticed Dexter’s rigid movements. She suddenly shifted her neck to left side, facing Dexter.

Seeing his flushed face, she smirked, realizing he was finally putting two and two together. In an innocent and perfectly misleading tone, she asked, "Dexter, is something wrong?"

Dexter blinked and cleared his throat. "Nothing. Nothing is wrong. Stop speaking, let me focus on the massage."

Mira’s smirk widened. "Are you sure nothing is wrong? Your face is awfully red."

Dexter remained silent as he tried focusing on his massage.

Mira’s smile grew wider.

"If you’re sick, I can ask Lyra or Selene to buy medicine for you."

She paused dramatically before adding.

"Or if it’s a fever, I can perhaps make you some medicinal pepper soup. It might calm your internal organs and make you less hot."

She said it in a mocking tone, and Dexter’s gaze immediately flew towards her face and he saw a faint smirk at the corner of her lips and finally realized it.

She was teasing him.

He looked down at her, stunned.

"...You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?"

Mira blinked innocently.

"I have no idea what you’re talking about."

Dexter’s face flushed even more as he glared down at Mira, who was lying on the bed. "You are quite evil, you know that?"

Mira chuckled. "I simply caring about your well-being. How’s that being evil? I must admit, seeing you embarrassed is a novelty."

Dexter forced his face to be expressionless as he feigned indifference.

"Please... I was only feeling a little embarrassed."

Mira chuckled softly. "Took you this long to notice."

Dexter almost face palmed himself before he stopped halfway. The glove was covered in massage oil.

Mira’s brows rose as she glanced at Dexter’s gloved hands near his face. "So, touching me isn’t enough?"

Dexter rolled his eyes. "Behave, otherwise I will leave without completing the massage?"

"Tch! No one likes a ’quick’ tempered husband."

Mira’s snorted jokingly, placing emphasis on ’quick’ as she turned her face to the other side.

However, her shoulders trembled ever so slightly as she laughed. Seeing her like that made Dexter shake his head helplessly.

’Damn vixen.’

He managed to keep his composure long enough to roughly finish the massage, hitting the required pressure points and meridian pathways as fast as the technique allowed without actually skipping anything important.

When the last stroke was done, he cleaned the oil off of Mira’s skin.

Usually he would have taken her to bath, but at this moment, it was basically a bad idea.

Afterwhich, he dropped her on the bed and then called Selene and Lyra to the room to go sleep while he rushed into his room.

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On the bed, Mira looked up at the ceiling, smiling in satisfaction.

The great, calm, mysterious Dexter Ashford, she had finally made him flustered.

’Finally, i was really worried he might not like women.’

She tilted her head back and blinked.

’Or maybe I should really be worried now...’

She chuckled.

For three years, she had been trapped in this broken body, unable to feel much.

But the massage had changed that.