"Teacher, didn't you say we should enhance the strength of the hands? Why are we massaging the feet as well?"
"This explanation is somewhat complex. You understand that the meridians of the body are interconnected, don't you?"
"The so-called experts may be hard for you to comprehend; just remember that hands and feet are inseparable."
"Let's take an example: every part of the body corresponds to a specific reflex zone on the soles of the feet. Whenever you feel discomfort, massaging that reflex zone can alleviate the pain in the corresponding area of your body. It's akin to my goal of strengthening your hands while massaging your feet."
"However, teacher, you mentioned my feet, yet now your hands have moved up to my thighs..."
"I'm so sorry... I got distracted while speaking to you just now; let's start over." Xiang Ri wiped the drool from the corner of his mouth with his arm, reluctantly retracting his hand from the sumptuous thigh of his disciple, concealed by her skirt. Yet, the exquisite sensation of touching her smooth skin lingered in his mind, utterly irresistible. The disciple's skin, a testament to her rigorous training, was remarkably resilient; when pressed, it felt as if it contained springs that instantly bounced back, leaving him with an overwhelming rush of delight in his palm.
"Ah, Xiaoqing. I am about to begin the upper massage; might I suggest... please don't misunderstand, I simply mean to ask if you could raise your skirt slightly. In your current position, I find it challenging to pinpoint the acupressure points accurately, which could lead to errors. If that happens, not only may I fail to enhance your strength, but it could also hinder your progress." The rogue leader, already unsatisfied with his disciple's delicate feet, yearned for more.
"However..."
"Don't you desire to pierce through the wooden board with your finger, just like the teacher?" Xiang Ri said with utmost temptation.
Shi Qing furrowed his brow, contemplating for a moment. Ultimately, the allure of the power to penetrate the board overwhelmed the faint remnants of his sense of safety. Biting his lip, he made his decision: "Very well! But, teacher, to what extent must I pull back to achieve this?"
"Above the knee—oh, just at the knee will suffice." In his excitement, Xiang Ri nearly revealed his true intentions, but thankfully corrected himself just in time to avoid embarrassment. He reminded himself to take it slow; the milk and bread would come, and he would eventually see his apprentice's thighs.
"Is this... acceptable, teacher?" Shi Qing tugged the skirt down to her knee, her expression a mix of embarrassment and unease as she gazed at him.
"Yes, yes..." Xiang Ri swallowed hard as he beheld the exposed skin of his apprentice, its snow-white and delicate surface as smooth as that of a newborn, luminous and flawless like jade. He had never imagined that a person's calf could possess such an astonishing beauty. If the calf was already如此 exquisite, how breathtaking would the thigh be?
"Teacher, what's wrong? Do you think it looks unsightly?" Shi Qing, noticing his prolonged silence as he stared at her legs, felt a surge of anxiety and asked nervously.
"No—it's incredibly beautiful, truly exquisite!" Xiang Ri exclaimed, his eyes suddenly sparkling with excitement. "Xiao Qing, are you ready? I'm about to begin."
"Ah? Oh, very well!" Shi Qing replied softly, her heart brimming with panic and shyness, alongside a flicker of curiosity and anticipation.
As he gently caressed his apprentice's soft and remarkably supple calf, Xiang Ri felt a surge of exhilaration. With each gradual "massage" upward, he would soon reach that long-desired place...
"Teacher, this feels rather strange," Shi Qing suddenly spoke up.
"What's strange about it?" Xiang Ri exclaimed, startled, fearing he might have been discovered.
"The areas you've touched feel so warm."
"Oh, that's a normal reaction; you'll adjust in no time."
"Well... alright, teacher, I understand."
...
Having finally managed to pacify his wife, Shi Zhong stormed off in a fury to confront the culprit who had nearly condemned him to a night of solitary slumber. As he reached the door of his daughter's bedroom, he overheard soft voices inside, which darkened his expression and quelled his violent urge to burst in.
"Teacher, could you go a bit slower?" That was his daughter's voice.
"Of course! Xiao Qing, doesn't it feel wonderful?" That was that scoundrel's voice, Shi Zhong thought, gritting his teeth in anger.
"Yes, although it was a bit painful at first, it's much better now."
"That's good to hear. Since you've adjusted, I'll begin to apply more pressure now."
"Alright, teacher."
"Smack, smack, smack..." A succession of fleshly impacts resonated, interspersed with low moans and heavy gasps.
Shi Zhong was beside himself with rage; that little brat dared to be in a room with his daughter in broad daylight... Damn it! I must see him executed.
Although he couldn't storm in directly, he felt it would be too lenient on that scoundrel. So, he curled his middle finger and struck the door forcefully, even maliciously wondering if this sudden knock would leave a lasting shadow in the boy's heart.
Although he couldn't burst in directly, Shi Zhongzheng felt it was utterly unfair to let that scoundrel off the hook. Thus, he curled his middle finger and rapped sharply on the door, even maliciously speculating whether this startling knock would leave a lasting shadow in the young man's heart.
"Who is it?" Xiang Ri roared. "It's me, Qingqing!" Hearing the disgruntled words from the young rascal brought Shi Zhongzheng a sense of vengeful pleasure.
"You old fool, are you ever going to quit?" Inside the room, Xiang Ri grumbled with heavy resentment. If it weren't for his apprentice being right there, he would have stormed out to give that old man a sound thrashing.
"Master!" Shi Qing scolded playfully, then called out loudly, "Dad, is something the matter?" She then rose to open the door.
"Oh, it's nothing. I just wanted to see if you were in your room." As he saw his daughter open the door, Shi Zhongzheng hastily swallowed the unfinished nonsense. Though he already knew "what was going on," witnessing his daughter in a somewhat disheveled state made him wish he could carve that little brat into pieces.
Xiang Ri remained oblivious to the somewhat perilous gaze of the old man, still somewhat entranced by his adorable apprentice's pouting expression.
"Hey, you, surnamed Xiang, come out here!" Shi Zhongzheng, unable to tolerate being ignored, shouted.
"Why are you yelling so loudly? I know you have a booming voice, but there's no need to flaunt it!" Xiang Ri dug into his ears and got out of bed. "Just tell me what you want. I don't have time for you; I have important matters to attend to."
"Come out; I have questions for you!" Shi Zhongzheng reached out to grab him.
"If you just say 'come out,' then I lose face. Besides, this is my apprentice's room; she hasn't asked me to leave, so why should I listen to you?" Xiang Ri brazenly waved away his hand, blatantly ignoring his status as an outsider.
"Dad, Teacher, could you both speak civilly?" Shi Qing, on the verge of tears, pleaded, only to provoke her father's wrath. "Don't call me 'Dad.' I don't have a daughter like you!"
Shi Zhongzheng's anger was not unfounded; while it was reasonable for his daughter to date without informing him, the fact that she was engaging in such activities at home during the day exceeded his tolerance.
"Ugh," Shi Qing covered her mouth in disbelief, gazing at her father. Having never endured such humiliation, tears streamed uncontrollably down her cheeks.
"Hey, old man, what do you mean by that? She is my apprentice," Xiang Ri interjected, unable to stand by. If one were to teach a lesson, they ought to consider the target, especially when it concerned his beautiful and obedient disciple. Sensing her distress, he pulled her into an embrace. "Xiao Qing, don't cry. With your teacher here, no one can harm you!"
"Teacher!" Shi Qing cried out, her voice choked with emotion, burying her head deep into his broad chest.
"It's all right; with me around, I will protect you." Seizing the moment perfectly, Xiang Ri gently patted her back.
"Hmph!" Observing the two of them wrapped in each other's arms, Shi Zhongzheng vented his extreme dissatisfaction through flared nostrils. Perhaps unable to bear the sight of his daughter's heartache, or fearing his wife would discover that he had caused her tears, he left the room with heavy steps, deciding against further confrontation.
Once the old man had departed, Xiang Ri quickly shut the door and locked it, glancing down to see his apprentice's tear-streaked face, her pitifully enchanting expression stirring something within him. In a moment of impulse, he blurted out, "Xiao Qing, how about we lie down and indulge in some... naughty activities?"