Chapter 245 - 244: Addicted to Peeping

Their eyes met, and the atmosphere instantly turned intimate.

"Okay."

Yang Xun’s voice was deep as he placed his fingers on Xu Yue’s wrist. A wisp of True Qi traveled along her pulse, slowly probing her meridians.

He had only intended to perform a routine check on her condition, but the moment his True Qi touched the depths of her Dantian, his expression turned grave.

’Something’s wrong!’

The restless, fiery energy in Xu Yue’s body was at least three times more potent than during his last examination, churning and racing through her meridians like ignited kindling.

On the surface, her body appeared perfectly calm, but within, it was as if she were hiding a volcano on the verge of eruption.

"What’s wrong? Is there a problem?"

Xu Yue asked softly, her gentle, beautiful eyes filled with a mixture of anticipation and anxiety.

Yang Xun withdrew his hand, choosing his words carefully. "Your Vaginismus has improved quite a bit since last time, but the agitation of that fiery energy has also intensified."

A faint blush crept up Xu Yue’s cheeks as she lowered her head. "Lately... I’ve felt... even more uncomfortable than before."

Her voice trailed off as her fingertips unconsciously fiddled with the hem of her clothes, her pretty face turning a deep crimson.

"Sometimes, when I’m lying in bed at night, I’m exhausted but I just can’t fall asleep. My whole body gets so hot, it feels like there’s a fire burning inside me."

"I get distracted at work a lot, too. My mind is always... always wandering to things I shouldn’t be thinking about."

Yang Xun fell silent for a moment. He understood.

Although the previous two treatments had helped alleviate some of her symptoms through intense stimulation, they had also activated deeper desires within her.

The twofold torment of her condition—the addiction-like symptoms and the Vaginismus—had thrown her body into a state of extreme contradiction.

Her desire burned ever stronger, yet it was completely blocked by that invisible seal, with no way to be released.

"Let me help you find some relief for today."

Yang Xun’s voice was gentle.

Xu Yue hummed softly in assent, a flicker of anticipation in her eyes.

Yang Xun extended his right hand, pressing his palm against Xu Yue’s lower abdomen.

Through the thin fabric of her clothes, he could feel the scorching heat of her skin, far higher than a normal body temperature.

He activated his Cultivation Technique, channeling a stream of warm True Qi from his palm into her body.

The True Qi flowed slowly through her meridians like a gentle stream, gradually calming the churning, fiery energy wherever it passed.

"Mmm..."

Xu Yue couldn’t help but let out an almost inaudible moan as her body relaxed slightly.

Yang Xun’s palm slid slowly up from her abdomen. His fingertips brushed lightly over her slender waist through her clothes before covering the full, soft contours of her breasts.

This time, he didn’t go step-by-step as he had before. Instead, he immediately used an advanced technique from the Dragon and Phoenix Immortal Hand, kneading forcefully.

"Ah..."

Xu Yue’s body shuddered violently, and a watery mist instantly clouded her beautiful eyes.

She could clearly feel an unprecedented, tingling numbness explode from her chest and spread through her meridians to every corner of her body.

The pleasure was more intense than ever before. Her body suddenly went limp, as if she were melting.

Yang Xun’s fingertips kneaded her through the fabric, his touch heavy, his rhythm alternating between fast and slow.

The True Qi would suppress the fiery energy in Xu Yue’s body, only for his touch to stir it up again. It was a vicious cycle.

"Ngh... faster... I need..."

Xu Yue panted, writhing her hips.

The usually aloof and powerful businesswoman was now like a succubus, begging for a man’s touch.

Yang Xun’s hand slid downwards, caressing her soft skin.

"Ngh... ah... so good... My love, give it to me!"

Xu Yue was so tormented by desire she was on the verge of losing her mind, desperate to be filled.

Yang Xun was also struggling to hold back, fine beads of sweat forming on his forehead.

At the same time, he was keenly aware of one fact: this method was only treating the symptoms, not the root cause.

Xu Yue’s desire was like a tide; every time it receded, it would come roaring back even more fiercely.

With time, she would require increasingly intense stimulation, and this kind of massage would eventually have no effect at all.

If he couldn’t completely cure her Vaginismus soon, her body would eventually be consumed by this fire of lust.

Yang Xun quickened his pace, but his brows were knitted tightly together.

Meanwhile, in the corridor outside, Xiaolin was bent over, leaning against the door, her beautiful eyes wide as saucers.

She had just been passing Xu Yue’s room and heard faint sounds from inside.

She originally thought the two were talking, but when she got closer to listen, she heard Xu Yue’s suppressed, trembling moans.

Through the crack of the slightly ajar door, she saw Yang Xun’s hands roaming over Xu Yue’s body.

Xu Yue was lying on her back, her cheeks flushed and her beautiful eyes glazed over. She was completely limp, as if all the bones had been removed from her body.

The tips of Xiaolin’s ears flushed crimson. She knew she shouldn’t be watching, but her feet felt as if they were nailed to the floor, completely unable to move.

She could hear Xu Yue’s panting grow more ragged, could see her slender fingers gripping the bedsheets so tightly her knuckles turned white.

After what felt like an eternity, Yang Xun finally, slowly, withdrew his hands.

Xu Yue’s body trembled before she let out a long, shuddering sigh.

As if waking from a long dream, her eyes gradually began to focus.

"Much better..."

Her voice was a little hoarse, yet it was laced with a lazy satisfaction.

Yang Xun pulled his hand back and stood up. "Get some rest. I’ll leave you to it."

"Wait!"

Xu Yue hurriedly grabbed him, her eyes fixed on him.

"Yang Xun, you won’t be able to sleep if you go back like this. Let me help you... finish."

As she said this, a blush spread all the way to the tips of her ears.

Although it wasn’t the first time the two of them had done this kind of thing, Xu Yue could never stop herself from blushing.

Yang Xun’s breathing grew ragged, his gaze turning feverish. He suddenly pushed her back onto the bed, capturing her luscious red lips with his own.

Their lips and tongues tangled in a flurry of intimate caresses.

Remembering what Xiaolin had taught her, Xu Yue began to service Yang Xun with great effort.

Half an hour later, Xiaolin’s legs had gone numb. She stood up to stretch.

A man’s muffled groan came from within the room, followed by Yang Xun’s apologetic voice. "I didn’t mean to. Let me wipe that for you."

He took a tissue and helped wipe her face. She didn’t seem to blame him, but as she smelled the scent of his release, she found it strangely familiar.

"You should get some sleep. I’m going to go."

Afraid he had upset Xu Yue, Yang Xun left in a hurry, practically fleeing the room.

But as he pushed the door open, he caught a glimpse of a corner of someone’s clothing disappearing around the hallway corner.

Yang Xun paused for a second before heading straight back to his own room.

He had barely sat down when his door was gently pushed open.

Xiaolin stood in the doorway, a lingering blush still on her delicate face, her expression a little awkward.

"Getting addicted to spying on people, are we?"

Yang Xun asked, amused.