Bandaging Each Other

Three minutes later, Rebecca looked at Morty, who had a palm print on his face, looking aggrieved. She asked in confusion, "So, we're safe. Were you applying medicine on me just now?"

"This is ridiculous." Morty rolled his eyes at her and whispered, "You're obviously injured, but you're still quite strong. Sh*t-"

Rebecca blushed and apologized in embarrassment, "I'm sorry. I didn't know."

"Alright, alright." Morty waved his hand and stood up. "Since you're awake, apply the medicine yourself. I'll go out first."

With that, he turned around and was about to leave.

"Don't." Rebecca quickly stopped him. Seeing that Morty was looking at her in confusion, she bit her lip and whispered, "Can… Can you help me? I can't do it myself."

Morty was stunned, then shook his head and chuckled.

So this girl was afraid of pain.

Rebecca's face turned even redder as she pouted. "What are you laughing at? You're so annoying."

"Nothing, nothing." Morty coughed dryly, sat by the bed, picked up the potion, and continued to treat her wound.

Looking at his serious and undistracted eyes, Rebecca was a little dazed.

It seemed that this pervert was quite charming when he was serious.

"Does it hurt?" Morty asked without looking up.

Rebecca came back to her senses and quickly replied, "No, it doesn't hurt. It's okay."

Morty looked at her strangely, not knowing what she was nervous about.

Rebecca felt a little guilty under his gaze. She coughed dryly and changed the topic. "Um, you just said that those peas repelled the zombie army and saved us?"

"Yes." Morty nodded. There was nothing to hide.

"Why would peas fire?" Rebecca was interested.

"How would I know?" Morty shrugged, and her large hands slowly massaged Rebecca's long and straight legs. Then, he moved a little and began to treat the wounds on her feet.

"Aiya!"

The moment he touched it, Rebecca screamed and pulled her fair foot back.

"What's wrong? Does it hurt?" Morty was shocked and asked with concern.

"No." Rebecca frowned. "I'm ticklish."

Morty was stunned for a moment and glared at her helplessly. He reached out and pulled her little foot over to his armpit.

"Hey, hey, hey, what are you doing…" Rebecca still wanted to struggle, but the next moment, she felt a cold sensation from the soles of her feet. It was ticklish, and she couldn't help but giggle. Her fair and round toes tensed and then relaxed, and her body twisted uneasily.

Morty was both angry and amused. After applying the potion a few times, he let go of her and said angrily, "The other one."

Rebecca came back to her senses and quickly hugged her feet as she shook her head. "I can do the other one myself."

"Alright then." Morty didn't force her and got up to leave.

However, Rebecca refused to let him go.

"There are still many wounds on your back. It's not easy for you to treat them yourself. Let me help you."

Morty thought for a moment and felt that it was right. He sat back on the bed.

"Then I'll have to trouble you."

"Yes!"

Rebecca took the potion and copied his movement. She poured it on her palm and applied it evenly on his back.

Upon contact, Morty couldn't help but gasp, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

"You, are you okay?" Rebecca was so frightened that she quickly stopped and asked carefully.

"It's fine. Let's continue." Morty waved his hand, indicating for her to continue.

Rebecca nodded and sat cross-legged behind him. Then, she began to slowly apply the potion on him.

Rebecca's fingers were very slender. When she applied the potion, Morty could clearly feel the cold and soft touch.

As the two of them were very close to each other, Morty quickly smelled Rebecca's faint body fragrance, and his heart couldn't help but waver.

At this moment, there was a rustling sound behind him. Then, Morty felt two plump and soft round objects gently touch his back.

"Don't move." Rebecca's voice came from behind.

Morty resisted the urge to turn around, but the two soft touches on his back made him unable to resist the urge, and his body reacted.

Rebecca seemed to have felt it too. Not only was she getting closer to him, but the two astonishing softness was also teasing him, intentionally or unintentionally. Morty's lower body was as hard as iron, and he even forgot the pain for a moment.

"Alright, turn around. Let me see if there are any wounds in front of you."

He heard Rebecca's voice say. Morty turned around and saw that the girl's pretty face was completely red. He couldn't help but mutter to himself, "Did this girl do it on purpose?

Looking down, Rebecca was still completely naked. Two bright red spots protruded from her breasts like ripe cherries.

Morty knew that this was a sign of emotion.

Perhaps she was a little embarrassed by the stare, Rebecca lowered her head and pulled the blanket over her body, muttering unhappily, "Hooligan."

Morty came back to his senses and said awkwardly, "Thank you for helping me apply the medicine. I'll leave first. Have a good rest."

He could have a physical reaction to his savior, but his mental attitude had to be correct.

"Wait a minute." Rebecca raised her head and grabbed his arm, her pretty face blushing even more.

"You… Didn't you hurt your leg? Let me see."

Morty was stunned and shook his head. "No need. I've already dealt with it."

"Cut the crap!" Rebecca glared at him and said angrily, "Take off your pants!"

"Ah?" Morty was dumbfounded, but before he could react, Rebecca had already stepped forward and ripped off his pants that had been torn by the zombies.

The wound on his thigh had been bandaged, but there was still a little blood seeping out. Other than that, there were some scratches on his calf, but it was not a big deal.

However, Morty was extremely embarrassed, because at this moment, his lower body was still erect, and his underwear was propped up high, which was very eye-catching.

Rebecca only took a glance, and her face became even redder. She quickly shifted her gaze and pointed at the bandage that Morty had wrapped. "Take those off. Zombies' attacks are poisonous. Simple bandages won't work."

"Poisonous?"

Morty didn't dare to be negligent when he heard that. He quickly removed the bandages and looked down. He couldn't help but be shocked.

"This is…"

It had only been a few minutes, but the edges of his wound had already turned black. What was even stranger was that he did not feel anything. If Rebecca had not told him anything, there would have been a huge problem.

"Don't move." Rebecca's eyes became serious. She took a deep breath and reached out her hand to gently cover Morty's wound. She closed her eyes slightly and mumbled something.

"Great Michelle, grant me the power to purify filth-"

As soon as she finished speaking, Morty noticed that her hand covering his wound began to emit a gentle glow. Then, a warm and gentle feeling came from his thigh and enveloped his entire body, making him feel like he was floating. He couldn't help but moan.

"So nice…"

This feeling didn't last long before the light dissipated. Morty looked down and saw that the black color at the edge of the wound had completely dissipated as if it had never been there.

"How magical."

Morty sighed softly, but Rebecca's face turned even redder. She stared at Morty's lower body which was getting thicker and said in embarrassment, "You hooligan, I'm treating your wound. What are you thinking about?"

"You can't blame me for this," Morty said innocently. "It was too nice just now. It reacted naturally."

"Humph!"

Rebecca snorted and cast a sideways glance. She suddenly said something that shocked Morty. "Take it off. Let me see if you're injured inside."