Suppressing the burning desire within, after completing a simple minor circulation, the most challenging part began: the injury was at the waist and the connected buttocks, making it particularly difficult. The waist is a part of the human body that is extremely prone to injury and hard to heal, naturally making the treatment even more challenging. The buttocks weren't as serious, just severely bruised from the fall, completely numbed, and would naturally recover after a few days of rest. Of course, these words would never be spoken to Xiao Xueyi.
Ye Dong swallowed hard, gazing at the voluptuous and naturally high-arching beautiful buttocks before him, clad in a black dress even while lying down, silently marveling that their size could rival Qin Lan's exceptional large white moon-like derriere. Ye Dong quietly steadied himself, starting to exert force from the waist, employing various techniques such as kneading, pinching, flicking, squeezing, hooking, pressing, and flicking to stimulate the relevant major acupoints. After more than half an hour of massage, he gradually shifted from the waist to the irresistibly tempting, exceptionally beautiful buttocks.
Xiao Xueyi's heart was filled with astonishment, joy, and shyness. Initially, she hadn't placed much confidence in Ye Dong, treating it as a last resort without much hope. Who would have thought that this young, promising, and handsome Ye Dong actually had some real skill. At first, she only faintly felt that the massage was quite comfortable, more enjoyable than any high-end massage parlor she had ever visited. Then, she gradually began to sense that her originally numb and senseless waist was being kneaded into a tingling numbness by him. Ye Dong's rough hands seemed magical, warm, sending shivers down her spine, and she could actually feel the pain! But her joy was short-lived as she soon became bashful again when Ye Dong's hands vigorously kneaded her full and plump buttocks.
After finishing the waist, Ye Dong began to have his way with the incredibly alluring, large buttocks. Half serious and half indulgent, Ye Dong vigorously kneaded the beautiful Xiao Xueyi's buttocks, which were firm, plump, extremely elastic, and indescribably soft. Even through the dress and underwear, the touch was incredibly fine, soft, smooth, and as fluffy as a large cotton ball, yet not at all loose. Instead, it was as slippery as a peeled hard-boiled egg, offering an excellent tactile sensation.
Under the vigorous kneading and squeezing, the large, plump buttocks wrapped in the skirt were molded into various shapes, showcasing their incredible elasticity. Xiao Xueyi only felt a warm sensation on her buttocks, the rough hands of her old lover's son kneading her flesh felt so comfortable that she had the urge to moan. Her previously numb lower body gradually regained sensation under the intense massage, but aside from the tingling pleasure, the wound began to ache slightly. Xiao Xueyi, afraid of disturbing Ye Dong, gritted her teeth and endured it, yet a huge weight was lifted from her heart: feeling pain was a good sign.
"Alright, Xiao Dong, let your auntie rest for a while!"
Xiao Xueyi let out a soft pant and murmured, afraid she might lose control and moan out loud, which would be utterly embarrassing.
"Auntie Xueyi, lie down here and rest for a bit. I'll come back later to massage you and stimulate your blood circulation."
The stunning beauty Xiao Xueyi was very happy today. Having been alone for so many years, working hard every day, she rarely had leisure time to relax, leading a very monotonous life. She often felt stifled and longed for someone to relieve her boredom.
And Ye Dong knew how to amuse women, occasionally spouting sweet nothings that made Xiao Xueyi blush and her heart race for half the day.
"Xiao Dong, it's about time. Could you massage me again?"
Although Xiao Xueyi was still holding her waist and limping, she could manage to walk now, her spirits visibly better than before, radiant and charming.
"Your hands are magical. After you massaged me, my waist felt soft and warm. Just a short while later, who would have thought I could walk by holding onto the wall..."
The mature beauty excitedly reported her progress, her tone unable to conceal a hint of pride.
"It's my pleasure, it's my pleasure, Auntie Xueyi. Let's continue."
Ye Dong found it hard to resist; her gaze was too seductive and soul-stirring. If she were his wife, he would surely make love to her three times a day, three hours each time... Oh, what a sin, what a sin!
Xiao Xueyi lay lazily on the bed with a smile, continuing the earlier story. Ye Dong's technique became even more refined. A full-body massage first made Xiao Xueyi feel incredibly satisfied, with every muscle and joint being handled so skillfully that even without any injuries, such a session could relieve fatigue. If she could have a massage like this every day after work, what fatigue would there be to speak of?
"Xiao Dong, where did you learn your massage technique?"
"Xiao Dong, why are your hands so hot? It feels like there's a warm, tingling current flowing into me."
"What? Your master taught you? You have a master? That's amazing, it's just like in those martial arts movies."
"In your world, are there really things like martial arts manuals and the Star-absorbing Technique?"
"Huh? You say all those are fake? How boring. Then, is this technique of yours considered qigong? Can you release energy waves like the Turtle Hermit when you master it?"
"Hehe, Xiao Dong, be honest, you've used this to pick up quite a few girls, haven't you?"...
Ye Dong was drenched in sweat, not from exhaustion but from sheer frustration. Who would have thought that Xiao Xueyi, an internationally top-tier flight attendant, mature, charming, and stunningly beautiful, would turn out to be such a curious child in private? Where did all these bizarre questions come from? The more she asked, the more outrageous they became, leaving Ye Dong utterly bewildered.
Since words failed him, he decided to let his hands do the talking. Increasing the intensity of his hidden force, he grabbed the plump, slippery, cotton-like flesh of her buttocks through her skirt and began kneading vigorously. Xiao Xueyi immediately fell silent, her face flushing red as she closed her eyes and let out soft, contented moans, as faint as the buzz of a mosquito or the sound of a flute.
The sensation was simply too good—so smooth and soft, as if boneless. He started by drawing circles from the outside in, then pressed firmly on the high, full peaks of her buttocks. Next, he used both thumbs to perform a rubbing motion along the deep, sensitive crevice, concentrating all his hidden force there. Streams of warmth flowed downward, leaving the beauty beneath him with dazed eyes and trembling eyelashes, her sexy bottom involuntarily arching slightly to allow her lover's rough thumbs to delve deeper.
Xiao Xueyi was actually dying of embarrassment inside, having such a sensitive spot touched. But now that someone was helping her heal, she shouldn't be letting her mind wander. Thinking back to the miraculously effective results earlier, it was truly amazing.
Moreover, Xiao Xueyi had almost never experienced such warmth and consideration in her entire life. Even for Ye Hongsheng, she had shed countless tears in the dead of night when no one was around, yet had to maintain an image of intelligence, perfection, and strength in front of others. This endless cycle had left her physically and mentally exhausted, so very tired. Finally able to relax a bit, she thought, let me rest well for a while. This feeling, though so embarrassing, was truly comfortable.
Layer upon layer, wave after wave of warm surges engulfed Xiao Xueyi, from her feet over her head, then like quicksand in a swamp, gradually sinking her deeper. But strangely, she didn't want to struggle at all. Sink then, at least let her relax and enjoy this moment properly.
Ye Dong, completely focused on the massage, was entirely unaware of the growing bulge beneath his hips, his movements becoming increasingly wild and unrestrained, exuding a savage aura. The air was thick with the scent of masculine hormones as his hands, moving clockwise, each grasped an impossibly large cheek of her buttocks, rotating them, occasionally brushing past her rosebud with his knuckles intentionally or not, eliciting shivers from beneath. Not daring to touch her lower region, he compensated by focusing on her thighs and the surface of her groin, teasing and kneading them.
Although Xiao Xueyi was in her thirties, she was a genuine, untouched maiden. How could she withstand such skillful teasing? Her gaze grew increasingly hazy, no longer inclined to speak. A fire gradually rose from her lower abdomen, burning up her spine to her brain—so hot, so numb, so tingly, so unbearable. Her bottom, massaged by Ye Dong, was feeling stranger by the minute. Now, Xiao Xueyi was a bit scared, suddenly entertaining the lewd thought in her mind that only if Ye Dong kneaded her large buttocks vigorously would the itch be completely relieved. How disgusting, yet deep down, she faintly hoped that if he pressed harder, maybe it wouldn't itch so much. Perhaps it would let the fire in her heart burn to its fiercest, consuming everything before extinguishing.
Her full, round hips swayed restlessly, betraying her unsettled mood. Ye Dong pressed down firmly, yet they remained as soft as if boneless. The perfect blend of roughness and skill left Xiao Xueyi both physically and emotionally intoxicated. Her body grew hotter, her lower abdomen warmer, and her underwear slightly damp. She felt as if his hands were magical, making it hard for her to control herself. In her heart, she cried out for more pressure, more force. Only this could fully release the complex mix of inexplicable restlessness and tranquility.
"Alright, Aunt Xueyi, let's stop here for now. Rest and recuperate for five minutes. I'll wash my hands and then continue with the final part of the massage!"
"What, already... Oh, five minutes, right? I understand, Xiao Dong. Thank you, auntie!"
Xiao Xueyi was initially startled and blurted out her response, only realizing after two words that she had lost her usual composure and wisdom, mumbling the rest.
Watching Ye Dong's back as he walked into the bathroom, Xiao Xueyi bit a strand of her hair with a complex expression, her eyes misty and cheeks flushed. Lost in thought, the fire in her lower abdomen only grew hotter, refusing to cool down. Beads of sweat formed on her forehead as she twisted impatiently on the bed.
"This feeling is so wonderful, so comfortable, I wish it could last forever... This little Dong is so annoying... Still have to wait five minutes..."
Bored, Xiao Xueyi lay on the bed. The sudden stop of Ye Dong's massage left her feeling lonely. The fire ignited by her lover's son had made her suffer, leaving her with mixed feelings of resentment and anticipation. She longed for the five minutes to pass quickly so she could once again enjoy the soul-stirring pleasure. How wonderful life would be if she could have such a massage every day.
In the bathroom, Ye Dong felt somewhat conflicted. While massaging Xiao Xueyi, he had been suppressing his desires, but in front of such a stunning beauty, who could resist?
Upon reaching the bathroom, Ye Dong was surprised to find that he had become as hard as steel below the waist, tenting his pants conspicuously.
And what was even more troubling was that he still had to return to give Xiao Xueyi, this mature and beautiful woman, her healing massage.