Chapter 45: The Fox’s Little Revenge

“Take off a little more? Little Ling’er, do you know that talking like that is dangerous?”

Originally, she was lying on the bed, waiting for the cute loli-like girl beside her to offer a massage that could soothe her fatigue…

But hearing those words that somehow felt oddly familiar…

After holding back for the entire afternoon, her heart, which was already restless and barely able to resist the urge to tease, had successfully won the resurrection match.

“Mm… Like this? Using her elbows to support herself on the bed, the already very loose spaghetti strap nightgown was slowly slid down to her waist with the girl’s somewhat seductive movements.”

On her fair skin, a faint pink blush spread, leaving the girl who had originally intended to argue about her own ambiguous words stunned in place.

The hand that was hovering in mid-air didn’t know whether it should fall or not.

“Already~ taken it off~ yo? Yin Xiaomeng pressed her body back onto the bed, feeling the slight chill as her skin met the cool air of the room.”

She turned her head mischievously, looking at the girl who had suddenly stopped talking.

Although her face was still pure…

At this moment it revealed a fox-like charm.

The corner of her lips lifted gently, as if the redness climbing onto the face of the stunned girl made her mood quite pleasant?

She bent one of her straightened legs and teasingly poked the girl’s kneeling calf with her knee.

Her body inevitably leaned back, revealing a small glimpse of skin.

Gulp Situ Ling felt that her face must be red enough to rival a steamed crab.

If it weren’t red, why would her cheeks feel so hot that they were burning?

‘This, is this… A bit too exciting?’

She tried hard to control her gaze from secretly glancing at the perfectly textured cotton candy, but when her eyes fell on the girl’s back, which was no longer covered and shone pale white under the light, it jerked away as if electrocuted.

Oh my god.

I was just joking…

How did she actually take it off?

She had never anticipated the possibility of such a scene happening.

According to the girl’s expectation, her good friend should have teased her a few times after hearing such an excessive request, then conveniently given her an out and glossed over the massage.

Why did it turn out like this?

Did she have her eye on me?

Was she planning to eat me too? No, no, that can’t be…

If Yin Xiaomeng really had her eye on me, then she wouldn’t have the chance to sit here so quietly brainstorming.

After all, compared to the other, she was so weak physically that she could be dealt with with a single finger.

If she wanted to pin her down, it would be easier than opening a drink bottle.

“Then what is it— Hm? Little Ling’er? Aren’t you supposed to massage me? Why aren’t you com~ing to rub~?”

That mischievous girl suddenly spoke, interrupting Situ Ling’s brainstorm, and very considerately added a follow-up attack.

As if afraid that her teasing hadn’t made a strong enough impression on the other’s innocent heart…

You could say this was very lowbrow.

… Hmm…

Lying on the bed, enjoying the massage service.

Although she couldn’t understand why her good friend actually knew how to massage…

But after seeing that cute expression on the other’s face, Yin Xiaomeng felt that her life at this moment was fulfilled and elevated.

‘So cute… Too bad she’s not a lesbian. Nor a married woman.’

“… She pounded the bed. Damn, why does it have to be this…”

The girl regretted deeply.

Obviously, during the time they spent together, she should have turned the other into a shape that liked girls, and then found her a girlfriend!

What a slip!

But it wasn’t entirely without benefits.

Although being able to see such deliciousness without appetite was somewhat tormenting, at least she had a true friend who could confide in.

Not entirely unacceptable.

“Sigh… Easy, easy…”

A dull pain came from her waist, accompanied by a crisp sound.

The girl who had been idly thinking suddenly buried her head in the pillow, as if doing so could relieve the soreness from the pressing.

“Kidney deficiency. Situ Ling looked at the girl who suddenly buried her head in the pillow, without reducing the pressure of her hands at all.”

Instead, she replied with a highly offensive jab.

After all, that jerk had just teased her with the words she blurted out in a moment of brain freeze…

It was only right to make her suffer a bit now.

Who told her to laugh so happily then?

“Who has kidney deficiency? You, don’t talk nonsense… okay?”

The girl’s voice from the pillow sounded muffled, but her defense of ‘women’s dignity’ still seeped through the pillow—

“Until Situ Ling increased the pressure. Sigh—ow, ow ow ow!”

“Little Ling’er! Babe! Good babe! Go easy!”

She really didn’t know how a person who, even when meeting a girl, would only use her hands at most and rarely actually ‘do it herself’, could feel pain from just a massage…

Could it be that she usually sits too long?

The girl’s eyes uncontrollably looked toward the hem of the other’s nightgown…

She was inexplicably curious whether Yin Xiaomeng was still a virgin.

‘She should… still be, right?’

Her heart resisted accepting the ‘guess’ that the other’s first time had already been taken by another girl.

She bit her lip, recalling in her mind all the ‘fish’ stories Yin Xiaomeng had told her over time.

She tried to convince herself that, at least for now, the girl she liked was still…

Intact?

Calling an experienced veteran an intact virgin—

Seemed a bit far-fetched…

“Tsk. She lightened the pressure on her hands.”

Originally just copying the moves from those little movies, after massaging for a while, relying on the increased familiarity with ‘playing with’ Yin Xiaomeng’s body, she could now pretend to be very professional by kneading here and pressing there.

Though she didn’t know if it was actually effective.

“… It should, be effective, right?”

She stretched her numb foot she had been sitting on, and sighed deeply.

She regretted why she had said she could give a massage…

But she had to admit.

This smooth feel, this soft, bouncy texture…

How did she maintain it?

Why did it feel so nice to touch?

Even when they showered together, she hadn’t seen her use any secret formula that she herself hadn’t used?

Could it be, really, just a natural talent?

“… Alright! I’m done massaging! Get up!”

She mercilessly slapped the perky butt, producing a crisp ‘smack’.