Thirsting for the Grandmaster

Stripped bare without remorse, Chi Cheng suffered an unforgettable shameful experience while Han Xuelian's hands thoroughly roamed every inch of his body.

Not a single area had been spared.

He didn't detest the feel of Han Xuelian's touch, nor was he enslaved to fear due to his past traumatic encounters with demons, however, he was too conscious of the Grandmaster's mischievous gaze.

After being pampered with a soothing wash down by Han Xuelian, Chi Cheng was carried off back to the hot springs.

"Why would you wash down there?" Chi Cheng buried his face in his hands, attempting to maintain whatever dignity of his that remained. "I could do it myself…"