(Fair warning, this chapter is... intense. And this is coming from me, the one who wrote it.)
Laz was in heaven, a heaven he didn't know existed. With four sets of hands massaging every inch of his body, Laz couldn't be more relaxed.
He laid back in the water on a shallow stone stool and felt like he was floating while the four girls went to work on his body. Their hands felt like a combination of silk and iron, one that could not only work the muscles but also soft and gentle to the touch. Laz's body was naturally much stronger than an average person and even several times stronger than a regular foundation realm cultivator. Although the girls had experience massaging their mistress, rubbing Laz was like rubbing a hard stone.
They made progress, but what was suppose to be a deep tissue massage ended up being more like gentle pats. Still, as far as Laz was concerned, it truly was relaxing.
"Master, your body is like iron."
"And soo vigorous."
"Truly, a work of art master."
