Shawn Young spread his palms flat, chanting a spell: "Celestial Lord of Treasures, bring comfort to the body. Disciple’s soul and spirit, five organs of the mysterious abyss, heart and mind elixir, let me connect with truth. Refine the fluid of thought, let Dao energy always remain, by my command—release!"
"Whoosh—whoosh—" Two soft sounds rang out, and both of Shawn’s palms suddenly glimmered with a faint, misty light, swirling like clouds and fog in his hands, making the scene look mysterious and uncanny.
Vivian Fang happened to tilt her head and saw it, exclaiming in surprise, "Wow—that’s amazing, Shawn! Where did you learn this stuff? You’re so young and already this talented, that’s really impressive!"
"Oh! Uh, it’s a family secret passed down from my ancestors—haha—it’s really just a small trick," Shawn replied with a smile.
"Haha—you’re too modest! Sigh—I used to think I’d seen it all, but these past few days have totally turned my worldview upside down! I never imagined people like you actually exist!" Vivian said, marveling.
"Haha—there are plenty of people out there cultivating strange powers and mystical arts. I’m just one of the ordinary ones, really. Um, I can’t get distracted for too long while channeling energy, so let’s get started, Aunt Fang—are you ready?" Shawn asked Vivian.
"Oh! I’m ready, uh—is this going to hurt a lot?" Vivian asked, a bit worried.
"A little, since forcing out the Soul-Leech hidden deep in your bone marrow and organs will require some extra energy. But just grit your teeth and it’ll be over soon," Shawn reassured her.
"Mm-hmm—if I could handle the pain when giving birth to Yvonne, I can definitely survive this!" Vivian said.
"Aunt Fang, you’re worrying too much—it won’t be that dramatic. Okay, now turn over, I’m about to start!" Shawn said.
"Okay—" Vivian flipped over at his words. Her round, perky peaks stood tall and proud, especially the two rosy-purple tips, glistening and perfect—nothing like the big, dark circles you’d expect from a married woman. It made you want to just lick them. Shawn gulped, feeling his throat go dry again.
He forced down his wild, racing thoughts, reached out with trembling hands, and slowly placed them on her lower belly. Instantly, he felt her skin—tight and smooth, as well-kept as a young girl’s, springy under his touch. Shawn’s hands began to move, massaging outward from her belly, while the soft white glow in his palms pulsed into Vivian’s body, wave after wave. That glow carried Shawn’s own Triple Spirit Flame, radiating a burning heat.
"Mmm—so hot—" Vivian couldn’t help but moan softly. It had been over a year since any man had touched her like this, and now, under Shawn’s burning hands, she felt that long-lost sensation ripple through her again, making her heart flutter. She bit her lip, trying to hold it in.
As Shawn’s hands moved up to her chest, the white glow seeped in, and suddenly, a sharp pain shot through her heart—a stabbing, bone-deep agony that pierced right through her!
"Ow—ow, it hurts!" she cried out, her pretty face turning pale in an instant as cold sweat broke out on her forehead.
"Hang in there—it’ll be over soon—" Shawn urged, channeling more energy. He could already see, at the sides of her once flawless, snowy peaks, two patches of skin turning dark blue, with something wriggling underneath. No doubt—those were the deeply hidden Soul-Leeches!
"Reveal—!" Shawn shouted, pouring in even more energy as he grabbed and yanked with both hands!
"Ah—" Vivian felt a wave of intense pain and a sudden, powerful stimulation at the same time.
Just then, the two white glows in Shawn’s hands turned dark red and black, looking downright eerie. He pressed his palms toward a cup of clear water on the floor and gave it a shake—"whoosh—" the water instantly turned pitch black, and countless little snake-like Soul-Leeches squirmed around inside, draining the cup dry in seconds.
Shawn quickly grabbed a bottle of tung oil he’d prepared, poured it over the cup, and flicked his lighter. The Soul-Leeches squirmed desperately as they were burned to blackened ash.
"Whew—that takes care of some of them! The rest will take a bit more time. Aunt Fang, how are you feeling now?" Shawn asked, wiping the sweat from his brow.
"Well, my chest still feels tight, and my belly and legs are all weak. I don’t think I can stand up right now!" Vivian said.
"Uh—maybe my energy was a bit too intense just now, causing some discomfort. Let me massage you a bit! That should get rid of the side effects—" Shawn said.
"Okay—" Vivian glanced at Shawn shyly.
Shawn stepped forward, shook out his hands, and said softly, "This time I’ll just use a little bit of energy—it should be just right! I’ll start with your legs—"
He placed his hands on Vivian’s injured knee, channeling just a bit of energy. But Shawn didn’t realize that even that small amount contained the pure yang essence of the Scarlet Viper!
As his hands moved, Vivian felt like his touch was magical—wherever he slid over her skin, it was like being zapped, all tingly, soft, and ticklish. Inside, a voice kept tempting her—urging her to cry out, to shout her deepest desires! But her shame, her feminine restraint, her rational mind—were all fighting desperately to hold her back, refusing to let her do anything so embarrassing!
The pleasure in her body was like endless waves at sea, crashing against the gates of her heart. The restraint and rational defenses she’d held just moments ago were gradually drowned by the overwhelming tide of bliss flooding her entire being.
"Ahh... oh—oh—ohhh—" Vivian started to lose herself. With Shawn’s massage and the Scarlet Viper’s energy, the pleasure built up like a tidal wave, and she couldn’t help but moan, her cries rising from soft to loud, slow to urgent.
Those sounds were just too embarrassing—like a dam breaking on the Yangtze River. If the dam’s solid, no flood can break through, but if there’s even the tiniest crack, the torrent will rush in and sweep everything away. Right now, Vivian’s heart was like that broken dam—the crack grew bigger, and all her restraint and reason vanished in an instant.
"Hsss... mmm... oh—ah—"
With her restraint gone, Vivian just let herself feel everything—the pleasure pouring in like a galaxy flooding the earth, wild and unstoppable.
As Shawn’s hands pressed and channeled energy into her inner thighs, a long, trembling, heart-tugging moan escaped Vivian’s lips. Suddenly, Shawn felt his hands get wet—a stream of liquid spraying onto him, flowing endlessly, slick and slippery between his fingers.
"Uh—what... what is this?" Shawn blurted out, caught off guard.
But Vivian, lying on the bed, was mortified. She never imagined she’d react so strongly—a tidal wave most women never experience, and it happened to her!