Chapter 23: Acupressure, Leg Cross, Terms

Serving the young lady really wasn't an easy task.
Monica laid on the edge of the bathtub, her cheeks flushed, a satisfied expression on her face. It was evident that she was very comfortable being soaked in hot water. Because of this, she treated Steven...poorly.
The movements became even more picky.
If he was too gentle, she would ask if heshe hadn't eaten, but if he was too rough, she he would scold him for not knowing how to cherish her delicacy. In just a few minutes, Steven had been scorned at least a dozen times.
Luckily, he had a strong ability to learn and gradually found the right amount of strength, as the towel caressed her tender skin, bringing a sense of comfort. Monica relaxed her head, yawned, and suddenly caught a glimpse of something.
She pointed her hand towards his legs, poking him, "What's this? It's gotten hard."
Steven sat on the edge of the bathtub, his waist almost at the same level as her gaze.
He swatted away her intrusive hand, saying, "What do you think?"
After all, he wasn't a saint, and he didn't have any dysfunction, so it would be strange if he didn't get hard in this situation.
Monica understood and hummed, turning her head to the other side, refusing to look at him again.
The sound of water flowing softly in the bathroom, it was a peaceful moment, Steven asked, "Why did you drink so much tonight?"
Monica slurred, "I was accompanying Ying ShuLisa, she wanted to break up with her boyfriend."
As if a switch had been flipped, she continued to babble by the edge of the bathtub,
"She said that men are selfish, they want to grab hold of you once they like you, but they don't consider whether their current situation is suitable or not. In the end, they can only use the name of 'love' to oppress the other person."
"I won't." He suddenly spoke up.
She was puzzled, "Won't what?"
He didn't say anything else, just placed the towel aside and reached out to pull her up, "You're done washing, get up."
Monica refused, "I haven't washed my legs yet!"
Drunk Monica was really stubborn, as if she had made up her mind to wear him out.
Steven lowered his gaze and looked at her, "Are you sure you want me to help you wash?"
"Otherwise, what else?" Monica pulled him, not being polite at all, and continued to boss him around, "Hurry up."
Steven sat back down, grabbing the towel and reached down towards her waist, starting to wipe from the roots of her legs.
He deliberately slowed down his movements, while also applying a bit of pressure. The cotton fabric suddenly brushed across the center of her legs, and Monica trembled, instinctively squeezing her legs together.
"What's wrong?" He asked knowingly.
Monica gasped lightly, grabbing his hand and not letting go, half-dazedly saying, "I still want..."
His voice gradually lowered, "What do you want?"
"Just now... it felt... really good." She didn't know how to describe it, that momentary reaction made her feel like she was on cloud nine, a dream-like feeling.
Instinctively craving for more.
Steven threw the towel aside, his one hand wrapped around her shoulder, letting her rest in his arm. The other hand reached towards her center, gently brushing against the petals, using his fingertips to separate them. In the midst of her quickening breaths, he applied a slight pressure on her clitoris.
Monica moaned.
"Is it here?" He asked.
"Yes..." Pleasure washed over her, making her rationality fade, and even her eyes were covered in a mist, just like the mirror in the bathroom. "Mmm... it feels so good... touch me some more..."
He squeezed onto her clitoris, continuously kneading it. Soon, that sensitive little bud became full and erect.
The sound of all these actions were,
Hidden under the water, all you could see was his arm constantly stirring, creating ripples on the surface.
As he once again pressed against her clitoris and lightly tapped her opening with his palm, the water transformed into a force that violently struck at the center of her legs, causing Monica to uncontrollably cry out.
A large wave of liquid gushed out from her water passage, quickly swallowed up by the overflowing warm water in the bathtub.
She had reached climax.
The moment of pleasure was intense and violent, leaving her breathless and lost in a daze for a while before slowly coming back to her senses.
Steven withdrew his hand, his clothes already soaked from the earlier actions, but he paid no attention to it. He simply looked down at her expression, then asked, "Do you want more?"
"I'm tired... I don't want anymore..." Monica leaned against his chest, clearly feeling exhausted. Climaxing was draining, she fluttered her long lashes, lightly fanned them a couple of times, and ended up falling asleep just like that.
Steven lifted her out of the water, grabbed a towel to dry her body, and then picked up a bathrobe to completely cover her exquisite curves. Taking quick steps, he swiftly tucked her into the sheets.
Although it was a perfect opportunity, Steven had no intention of taking advantage of her in this situation.
Her peaceful sleeping face was quite beautiful, with flushed cheeks from the steam just moments ago. He looked at her for a while, unable to resist touching her lips.
Originally, he had only wanted to lightly taste and kiss for a moment, but the soft sensation of her lips only heightened his intense arousal.
He had no choice but to restrain himself, he stood up, and reached out to pinch her cheek, threatening in a low voice, "You better wait for me."
Monica rolled over without feeling his agony.
Steven got up and walked towards the bathroom, having to take care of the desire that she had aroused, himself.
The long night was upon him.
In the morning, Monica, guided by her biological clock, woke up right on time from her sleeping state. Her consciousness gradually focused, but she didn't open her eyes and instinctively rolled over, as if bumping into a wall.
It felt hard, yet when she touched it, it was soft and warm. When palm met the surface, she could still feel the rhythmic pulsing beneath the fabric.
It was strange.
Still not completely awake, she thought it was just her large teddy bear on her bed. So, she lifted her leg and pressed herself against it, burying her face into the other's embrace.
But before she could finish her movement, she heard a clear and cold voice from above her, "How much longer do you want to touch?"
Monica was startled, unable to comprehend the situation. Her head was then lifted by someone, and immediately after, a kiss pressed down.
Overwhelming and unexpected.
"Mmm..." She was still a little confused about the situation, and her right to speak was stripped away. Lips and tongues intimately intertwined, making wet "tsk tsk" sounds in between breaths.
Steven kissed her, rolled over, and trapped her underneath him, pressing her down while his fingertips explored her loose bathrobe.
Monica felt like she was in a dream.
Surrounded by darkness, unable to distinguish between day and night, the sensation on her body was real, but the pleasure felt surreal and hazy, enticing her to descend into oblivion.
His morning erection was tightly pressed against her thigh, hot and hard, while his wandering fingers shamelessly caressed her skin. And she still couldn't quite understand what was happening, being led by the nose in a daze.
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Even though Steven endured the night last night, he couldn't resist the temptation in the morning when she touched him all over without any hesitation. His desire had been burning for a while and he was unwilling to let her go again.
He held onto her, pressing her body tightly against his own, while lifting her waist and releasing his manhood. It seemed as if he couldn't wait any longer as he pressed it against the smooth and delicate flesh of her thighs, thrusting it into the gap between her legs.
Only then did Monica remember to struggle, but it was too late. Steven was relentless, giving her no chance to resist. Her protests were swallowed by his lips and tongue, turning into weak moans and panting. Steven's fingers reached her chest, squeezing and kneading the two mounds of flesh forcefully, while holding her legs together, repeatedly thrusting and squeezing into her.
His rough and hot manhood scraped against the tender and slippery flesh of her thighs, hard and hot, with each movement being particularly intense, almost fully entering her with each thrust, the testicles slapping against her thighs, inexplicably tickling her a bit.
Monica's head felt hot, and she reached down to pinch the two sacs, wanting to keep them away from her.
In that instant, she heard Steven's breathing pause for a moment, followed by heavier gasps. He grabbed her hand and continued his movements, saying, "Don't stop, keep going, baby."
He lay down on his side, holding her legs tightly, keeping their bodies close, while his fingers kneaded her buttocks and forcibly thrust into the gap between her legs.
Whether intentionally or unintentionally, the angle of his penis entering changed several times, with the glans pressing diagonally upwards to the center of her legs, sinking into the two labia.
The tingling sensation made Monica moan uncontrollably, unconsciously reaching out to hold his back, her body trembling as if electrically charged, unexpectedly experiencing an indescribable pleasure.
Her center grew warm, she was wet. The penis pressing against her center, the glans occasionally hitting her clitoris, pleasure after pleasure, but without any regularity.
Monica didn't know when he would thrust in again, the unknown keeping her on edge. Just when she thought it would come, it didn't, and in the disappointed next moment, the genitals would penetrate straight in, rubbing against the entrance, eliciting intense pleasure.
She couldn't bear this treatment for long, and after just a few movements, she was overwhelmed by pleasure, reaching climax. The bedroom was pitch dark, and as a result, her hearing seemed particularly sensitive.
Monica could clearly hear Steven's gasping breaths near her ears, mixing with her own, carrying a lustful haze, echoing in the quiet room.
Since it was already morning and they didn't have much time, Steven didn't trouble her much and was ready to finish. He pulled down a corner of her bathrobe to cover the tip of his penis, gasping as he ejaculated all over her clothes.
Thus, the lascivious affair in the bed came to an end. Monica gasped as she stared at the ceiling, only then did she realize, with disbelief, that it wasn't just a dream. She hesitated and asked, "How did you end up in my bed?"
Steven's voice, with a lazy hoarseness after ejaculation, replied, "Do you want to take a closer look and see whose bed this actually is?"
The curtains were tightly closed, and the room was in complete darkness. Monica reached out to turn on the bedside lamp, squinting her eyes to adjust to the light, and only then did she realize that it was indeed an unfamiliar room.
"St..."
Monica's voice was trembling as she spoke, "How...how did we...I wasn't...last night..."
He sat up, amused by her panicked state. "So what?"
Monica grabbed a pillow and threw it at him. "How dare you!"
She couldn't believe that she had ended up sleeping in the same bed as Steven.
Did they...last night...
But she didn't feel any discomfort in her body, which contradicted her previous knowledge.
She was both shocked and confused, when she heard Steven speak slowly, "You drank too much at the bar last night. If I hadn't come to pick you up, where do you think you would have woken up today?"
Monica felt a tinge of regret. "I didn't expect..."
"But thanks to this, now I know that you become even more troublesome when you're drunk."
"What do you mean?" Monica was reluctant to ask.
"Nothing," Steven said casually. "You just insisted that I give you a bath."
He changed the subject, "I put in the effort, so all that just now was my well-deserved reward."
Hearing what happened just now, Monica was both embarrassed and angry. However, there was no pillow by her side, so she could only pull the blanket and cover his head with it. Steven easily blocked it.
"I was Afraid that you wouldn’t n't believe me, so ? I even left evidence."
He took out his phone from the bedside table, tapped a few times, and handed it to her. To Monica's surprise, it was a short video that lasted only a few seconds. In the video, she tightly held onto Steven's hand and refused to let go. He tried to pull it out a few times but was unsuccessful, making it seem like she was holding on desperately.
It was so embarrassing! How could she have done such a thing to Steven!
Monica panicked and tried to snatch the phone to delete it. Steven lifted the phone high up. "What are you afraid of? It's just a normal drunk video."
The video indeed had no issues, but she couldn't accept the content. She wanted to scold Steven for everything, but ended up doing something so embarrassing when she was drunk.
This would definitely become his leverage against her in the future. How could she hold her head up high in front of him?
Monica clenched the bedsheet. "How much money do you want?"
"What's the use of money to me? I don't need it."
"Then..."Monica pushed.
"Do you want me to delete it?" He raised an eyebrow. "Sure, but you have to promise me something."
She knew this person definitely had ulterior motives, but she had no choice but to lower her head and hesitantly ask, "What is it?"
"There's a gathering this weekend, and you have to accompany me." Steven stated his terms.
Monica didn't expect this. She was at a loss for words for a moment. "Just that?"
"Why do I sense a bit of disappointment in your voice?" Steven laughed and put his phone down. "Just that."
Monica gritted her teeth and agreed, "No problem. But you have to promise me, preferably in writing, that you will delete this video immediately after the gathering, and you won't use this incident to mock me in the future."
"Alright, I'm a man of my word."
Fuming, Monica got out of bed, feeling like she had been played. She was extremely unwilling and glared at him before asking, "What kind of gathering is it, and why do you want me to go?"
Steven reached over and pressed down on the window.
Curtain button, the heavy curtain slowly opened s to both sides, and the warm sunlight rushed s in, sprinkling a shimmering layer of broken gold on the floor.
And he, with his back to the window, against the light, slowly curled s up his lips:
"Of course, because you are the only suitable candidate."
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