Chapter 260 - 259: Tricking a Naive Young Girl

"Dr. Yang, it... it’s back!" her voice trembled, carrying a suppressed fear.

Yang Xun whipped his head around. The corner of the room was completely empty, with only the curtains fluttering slightly in the night breeze. He could feel that the cold, eerie aura in the air had grown somewhat thicker than before, as if something was standing in the corner, watching them.

"Don’t be afraid. It can’t hurt you," Yang Xun said, withdrawing his gaze. He looked down at Zhao Linglong’s small face, which was written all over with fear, and reached out to gently stroke her cheek. "Close your eyes. Don’t think about anything. I’ll give you a massage to help you relax."

Hearing this, Zhao Linglong nodded obediently. Yang Xun sat beside her, gently placing his palm over the acupoints on the crown of her head, and began to massage her using the Dragon and Phoenix Immortal Hand.

Zhao Linglong’s eyelashes fluttered slightly. She could feel a warm current slowly spreading downward from the top of her head. Wherever it passed, her tense muscles relaxed bit by bit.

"Mmm... that feels so good..." She couldn’t help but let out an incredibly soft sigh. Her entire body felt as if it were enveloped in warm water, languid and completely relaxed.

Soon, Yang Xun’s palms slid down along her cheeks to her neck and shoulders. Even through the thin fabric of her pajamas, his fingertips could clearly sense the temperature of her skin and its delicate texture. His strength was perfectly controlled—neither too light to tickle her, nor too heavy to cause discomfort.

"Mmm~~" A faint moan escaped Zhao Linglong’s nose, and she subconsciously shifted her body to find a more comfortable position.

Under the nourishment of the True Qi, her body grew softer and softer, making her resemble a flower slowly blooming in warm water. Her breathing gradually quickened, carrying a subtle change that even she hadn’t noticed.

Yang Xun moved his fingertips from her arm and gently rested his palm against her lower abdomen. Through the thin material, the warmth of his palm transferred to her skin. Zhao Linglong’s body gave a slight tremble, as if something deep within had been gently plucked.

She let out a much more pronounced, soft moan, arching her back involuntarily as if responding to some primal call. Under the warm yellow light, a faint blush colored her cheeks, spreading to the roots of her ears and down her neck, as though she had been dusted with a thin layer of rouge.

"Dr. Yang..." Her voice was somewhat husky and hazy, as though she had just awoken from a dream, or was deeply immersed in some bizarre sensation.

"What’s wrong? Are you uncomfortable?" Yang Xun’s voice remained calm and gentle, even as his fingertips continued to ignite sparks across her delicate frame.

"No." Zhao Linglong’s cheeks burned. The truth was, she wasn’t uncomfortable at all—it felt entirely too good.

Her body writhed slightly, seemingly dissatisfied with this teasing, superficial touch. She wanted more, yet didn’t know how to express it. She moaned again, the sound even lighter and softer than before, like melting cotton candy.

"I think something is wrong with me..." Her voice carried a trace of panic and confusion, and a misty veil formed over her beautiful eyes.

Yang Xun lessened the pressure of his hands slightly and asked in a low voice, "What’s wrong?" He felt as if his words were coaxing an ignorant young girl, yet the girl in question remained entirely oblivious.

Zhao Linglong’s voice was urgent and helpless. "It’s just that my body feels really hot, and itchy, I..." Her cheeks grew even redder. She averted her gaze, afraid to look Yang Xun in the eye, acting as if she had done something wrong. "Dr. Yang, am... am I sick again?"

Yang Xun looked into those panicked, bewildered eyes and gently shook his head. "No, you’re not sick. That’s just a normal physiological response."

"A physiological response?" Zhao Linglong repeated the phrase, as if chewing over its meaning.

Yang Xun tried his best to make his tone sound calm and objective. "When my True Qi helps clear your meridians, it stimulates the circulation of blood and energy in your body. This stimulation can sometimes trigger some... instinctual reactions. It is perfectly normal."

Zhao Linglong fell silent for a few seconds as she digested these words. However, the flush on her face didn’t fade; instead, it deepened considerably.

"Then... when will this reaction go away?" Her voice carried a pleading note, as if she were enduring some unspeakable torment.

Yang Xun’s own breathing grew a little heavy. He whispered, "Close your eyes, take a deep breath, and relax your body."

Zhao Linglong obediently closed her eyes, but her breathing didn’t calm down in the slightest. Instead, it adopted an even more frantic rhythm. She squirmed slightly, tossing about restlessly, driven by desire like a trapped little beast in a cage.

"I’ve never felt this uncomfortable before. I can’t control myself." Her voice quivered, verging on a complete loss of control.

Watching her flushed, dazed face, Yang Xun stayed silent for a long moment before finally speaking. "If it’s truly unbearable, I can help you relieve it."

Zhao Linglong suddenly opened her eyes, her amber irises filled with anticipation and nervousness. "How?"

"With hands. But not mine—yours. I can teach you what to do." Yang Xun’s gaze slowly drifted downward.

Zhao Linglong seemed to understand, the blush spreading all the way behind her ears. Yet, she didn’t refuse. Instead, she let out a soft, trembling murmur of agreement.

Yang Xun grasped her hand, guiding it under the covers and showing her exactly what to do step by step.

Zhao Linglong jolted as if she had been electrocuted, letting out a short gasp. "This is such a strange feeling..."

"Keep going," Yang Xun said, his gaze peaceful and his tone steady. "There’s no need to rush. Just follow the feeling."

Zhao Linglong closed her eyes, her breaths coming in even faster gasps. The blush on her cheeks ebbed and flowed like a tide. Her body arched, drawn taut to its absolute limit like a pulled bowstring, as she seemingly breached a territory she had never set foot in before.

"Ah..." She let out an irrepressible moan and her body jerked sharply. A moment later, she went completely limp, as if all her strength had been siphoned away.

PANT PANT PANT.

Zhao Linglong gasped for breath. The lingering flush of the afterglow painted her beautiful face, and her stunning eyes brimmed with a sultry allure.

Seeing the young woman bloom like a delicate flower bud, Yang Xun felt he was at his absolute breaking point. He prepared to get up and take a cold shower. However, just as he was about to get out of bed, a dense wave of Primordial Yin Qi wafted out from Zhao Linglong’s body, resembling the morning mist in the mountains.

Yang Xun paused in surprise. He immediately circulated the Yin Yang Dragon and Phoenix Technique, drawing the endless stream of Primordial Yin Qi entirely into his Dantian.

The warm True Qi flowed through his meridians like a river nourished by spring waters. But the very second the Primordial Yin Qi surged into his Dantian, Yang Xun suddenly sensed a strange, anomalous aura.