The skin was softened in the hot spring pool, and then he was pressed on the edge of the pool for massage. Yan Yan didn't expect that Dr. Zhuang's advantage was this. It was enough to think of what he had just said to tease him. It was all his fault that he couldn't resist his curiosity.
"You'll know when you come."
He came, I believed his lies, and was suppressed until I was almost howling like ghosts.
"I told you to be gentle!"
"Never heard of it? Pain means blockage, and only when it hurts can it heal."
Zhuang Yiyun pressed his powerful fingertips on his cervical vertebrae, pushing all the way up to the lower edge of the occipital bone. The pain and numbness made his whole body go numb, and he uttered a short "hmm" sound uncontrollably.
Almost instantly, Zhuang Yiyun reacted. His wild rose was in his palm, and he was in control of the body's feelings. His strength was so great that fingerprints were left on his white shoulders.
And he wasn't "bullying" him on purpose, it was a normal massage technique, but Yan Yan's style was wild, but his skin was tender, and a single press left marks. He wasn't even under any force, and Zhuang Yiyun didn't even deliberately make him make any shameful sounds, but he was already humming.
"Ah, let go..."
Yan Yan's face flushed red, not sure if it was from the hot spring or the shout just now. He was a bit of a loser, a massage from him sounded like he was begging for sex, so embarrassing!
Zhuang Yiyun let go and asked, "Are you sure? Turn your neck."
His voice was low and hoarse, deeper than the dark winter night, and it drifted in the mist of the hot spring pool, making it difficult to hear clearly.
Yan Yan didn't want to obey, but after being pressed like this, his shoulders, neck and back were trembling slightly, and he turned his body unconsciously to eliminate the trembling feeling.
"Are you feeling uncomfortable, Yanyan?" He was asking a rhetorical question, but his tone was confident, and it was obvious that he was very confident in his method.
Although the professor he studied with during his undergraduate studies was a Western medicine major, he was fascinated by massage in his spare time and experimented with many techniques. The skills he learned from him were no worse than those of professional masseurs, but he had no one to practice with for so many years.
When Yan Yan turned his head, he felt the effect of the blow even more. The numbness spread from his cervical vertebrae to his coccyx, making his scalp numb. His whole body was like a balloon that had just been blown into. Just as it was about to inflate, the breath stopped, and it hung in the air, neither going up nor down. He felt a hunger that could not be satisfied.
"Comfortable..." He could hardly resist this stimulating and comfortable feeling. He was hesitating whether to let go and let Zhuang Yiyun come again, but Zhuang Yiyun's hands had already controlled his head and neck.
This time, he used both hands, pushing the thumbs of both hands across the back of the neck, all the way to the top of the cervical vertebrae. Unexpectedly, Yan Yan was stimulated and cried out. This time it was fast and high-pitched, almost like an orgasm.
Zhuang Yiyun's hand stopped and continued to apply force to the acupuncture points. Yan Yan tilted his head back, as if he wanted to push his hand away, but also as if he was responding.
He pressed the man until he was completely limp, and then Zhuang Yiyun stood up and turned his back to him to go to the cold spring pool next to him. Otherwise, the man lying there defenseless would make him completely out of control, and he was afraid of scaring him away. A qualified hunter must have enough patience, and Yan Yan's attitude towards him was obviously different from his attitude towards Yan Yan.
He never forgot Yan Yan’s “big words”: I just want to sleep with you.