Zhang Yang came up to Chen Yun's side, rubbed his hands together, then boldly pulled down her shoulder straps.
His hands rhythmically kneaded her pristine, smooth shoulders.
"Mmm, Zhang Yang, your technique is really amazing, no wonder Xiao Man always praises how good you are."
"Hehe, as long as Aunt Yun likes it. Wait a moment, I'll massage your back first, then check your waist."
Chen Yun had also relaxed quite a bit and let out a light "Mmm" in response.
Zhang Yang grew even more enthusiastic, "Aunt Yun, I'm going to slip your skirt down a bit, it'll make it easier."
"Okay," Chen Yun thought, now that she was lying on the bed with only her back exposed, it wasn't a big deal.
Being familiar with the massage spas at the beauty parlour, she naturally understood this.
But Chen Yun had forgotten just how ample her figure was; even lying there, one could see a mass of soft flesh being pushed and deformed, particularly eye-catching.
And as Zhang Yang's hands slid from her back to the side, they inevitably brushed against the protruding, soft fullness.
Indeed, so soft, the feeling was really incredible.
The thought that she was his girlfriend's stepmother, his future mother-in-law, and yet he could manipulate this enticing peak without hindrance, brought an intense thrill that was simply irresistible.
At the same time, Zhang Yang's desire grew even stronger.
Meanwhile, Chen Yun voiced her comfort with a murmuring sound, "That feels so good. Aunt Zhang Yang really often suffers from backache, but the masseuses at the shop are nowhere near as good as you."
"Oh, yeah, right there, you could press a bit harder, yeah just like that…"
Gradually, Chen Yun's reactions grew stronger, and she hummed softly from her throat, looking very comfortable.
To Zhang Yang's surprise, he wasn't sure if Chen Yun was truly immersed in the sensation or if she hadn't noticed.
That his hand, sliding from her back to the side, was no longer content with just that little bit, often creeping a little further under her body.
Without hyperbole, Zhang Yang felt he was about to touch those sensitive pink grapes.
But Chen Yun did not stop him; instead, it seemed like she even slightly lifted her body to allow Zhang Yang's hand easier access.
Then, Zhang Yang began to be even bolder, even going so far as to play with those enormous peaks.
Occasionally teasing those already stiff grapes, he relished the sensation internally.
And with each of Zhang Yang's teases, Chen Yun's body would tremble lightly.
What Zhang Yang couldn't see was Chen Yun with her eyes tightly closed, her long eyelashes trembling, lightly biting her red lips, as if suppressing the sounds in her throat.
Seeing this, Zhang Yang did not continue further and withdrew his hands, starting to knead Chen Yun's slender waist.
Chen Yun's waist might not have been as tight and slender as Xia Xue's, and was even a bit fleshy, but it had its own unique charm and felt incredibly nice to the touch.
This was probably what men would call the pinnacle of a slightly plump physique: graceful with plenty of allure, it was simply irresistible.
Moreover, Chen Yun's waist seemed very sensitive; as Zhang Yang massaged her, she kept twisting about.
Her full, perky buttocks also moved up and down enticingly.
It was evident that Chen Yun was comfortable, but she couldn't completely relax; she was clearly suppressing herself.
Zhang Yang didn't say anything on purpose; he understood that while Chen Yun felt shame inside, she also appeared to be playing coy, such a strong contrast further inflamed Zhang Yang's desire.
When he saw Chen Yun lift her hips again, Zhang Yang finally couldn't help but caress them with both hands.
He then lifted the sleeping gown that was covering her, and now, Chen Yun's entire gown was rolled up around her waist. Her fair and delicate body, along with her bountiful figure, was made even more alluring by the gown bunching at her waist.
Chen Yun seemed to be unaware that she was now left with only a pair of panties stretched tight over her ample buttocks.
But when Zhang Yang grabbed a handful of that beautiful behind, Chen Yun suddenly cried out in alarm.
"Ah!!"
This cry was not out of shame but because the long-term suppression and loneliness had made her body extremely sensitive.
At the age of thirty-five, she was at the age where a woman is most charming, as well as the age when her body craved it the most.
And yet, her own man was inadequate, a bitterness that only those who have experienced it could understand the torment of enduring day and night.
Zhang Yang could not fail to notice Chen Yun's bodily reactions and understood what was going on.
He felt some sympathy for her, such a beautiful woman, yet she had no sexual bliss to speak of.
Thinking this, a daring and crazy idea suddenly surged in Zhang Yang's heart—he wanted to help Chen Yun release, just once.
Long-term suppression has a significant impact on the body.
It could even be said that Chen Yun's backaches and pains were caused by this.
Zhang Yang's hand slid down along the full buttocks, directly touching that mysterious place.
As expected, her panties were already wet and sticky.
But at that moment, Chen Yun shivered, then quickly spoke up, "Zhang Yang, stop... this really isn't okay."
Chen Yun's voice was trembling, her whole body tense.
But as her legs tightened together, they also trapped Zhang Yang's hand between them.
This made Zhang Yang's hand inevitably press firmly against that secret place, and the pressure felt like an electric current running through Chen Yun's body.
The sensitivity caused Chen Yun's buttocks to quiver nonstop.
The more sensitive she became, the more agitated she got, the more embarrassed, the more tense, and the tenser, the more sensitive...
Now, Zhang Yang hadn't really done anything, but Chen Yun was close to losing control on her own.
Zhang Yang felt a mix of amusement and distress and quickly reassured her, "Aunt Yun, don't be nervous, just relax. I'm only helping you massage the acupoints here to promote blood circulation, adjust your estrogen levels, and regulate your endocrine system. It's beneficial for your health, and it can help relieve your back pain."
"Really?" Chen Yun was somewhat skeptical.
She owned a beauty salon and naturally knew that some massage techniques are beneficial for the body, but even her salon didn't massage the intimate female area directly—after all, hers was a legitimate beauty salon.
Seeing her reaction, Zhang Yang immediately promised, "Aunt Yun, I swear on my professional career and the honor of my family's generations of traditional Chinese medicine, I'm absolutely not deceiving you."
"Then… then let's try," Chen Yun was almost dying of shame and quickly buried her head down.
But soon, when Chen Yun realized that Zhang Yang was only circling the edges of her sensitive area, an irresistible desire suddenly sprang up within her.
A strong longing and a long-missed sensation suddenly swept over her.
But as if intentionally teasing her, Zhang Yang would press and then stop, eventually making Chen Yun urge him anxiously.
"Zhang Yang, hurry up, you can press harder, please!"
Zhang Yang looked at Chen Yun's face flushed with red and those desirous eyes, her yearning appearance, and he suddenly found it hard to hold back.