Chapter 61: she pats the space between her legs

JUNJIE

"You heard me." She presses me down onto the bed with surprising strength. Holy hell! She's going to massage me, but the sensations coursing through my body…well, they're less than innocent. She can't just go around ordering me like this and think I'll keep my cool.

I bite the pillow just in case. If her hands glide any lower, I might combust right here in my pants. I just pray I don't make any embarrassing sounds.

Nostalgia hits me when the room fills with the sharp, herbal scent. It's her mother's homemade medicated oil, taking me back to high school rugby games, when her mom would patch up every bump and bruise with this same herbal remedy. I feel the coolness of the oil on my back as Yiren spreads it gently, then starts to knead my sore muscles, her thumbs expertly pressing into knots I didn't know I had. "ARGHHH-" I bite down harder, groaning as the pain and relief blend into something almost unbearable.