Chapter 8: Pleasuring You with My Mouth

"What are you calling him for?"

Song Yun looked at her bestie calling Tang Feng over, puzzled.

"I just finished working out. I want him to help me relax my muscles, or else I'll be sore to death tomorrow!"

Her bestie said.

Song Yun nodded in understanding, turned her head towards Tang Feng with a suggestive smile, and said, "Go for it, naughty little brother. She's way wilder than Sister Song!"

"I'm going to take a shower. You two take your time relaxing!"

After speaking, Song Yun turned and went back to her room.

In the living room, Tang Feng looked at the woman before him, somewhat taken aback, "Um... Sister, what do you need help with?"

With a sly smile, the woman adjusted her hair, sized Tang Feng up and down, patted Tang Feng's chest, and then said, "Not bad, handsome. You've got some chest muscles and you're quite handsome. You're exactly the type of fresh meat I like!"

"My name is Wang Xiaomi. You can just call me Sister Xiaomi. What's your name?"

Listening, Tang Feng replied, "I'm Tang Feng!"

Wang Xiaomi nodded, "You're one of Song Yun's employees, right?"

Tang Feng nodded.

"Why are you still working so late, and why did you lock the door? What were you two doing in there?"

Wang Xiaomi looked at Tang Feng with a smile full of innuendo.

Tang Feng's face turned red instantly, "We... we didn't do anything?"

"Really?"

Wang Xiaomi didn't believe it, "Song Yun, that woman, is quite randy. You two really didn't do anything?"

"No, Sister Song and I are very pure!"

Tang Feng declared without hesitation, though inwardly lamenting, 'I wish, but she changed her mind.'

Wang Xiaomi eyed Tang Feng, who didn't seem to be lying, and then said, "Well, I can't be bothered to ask anymore. Come help your sister out, and there'll be a reward later!"

With that, Wang Xiaomi took out a long backpack from behind her, pulled out a yoga mat from inside, and laid it on the floor.

She then took out a thirty-centimeter long black stick and handed it to Tang Feng.

Clutching the stick, Tang Feng was bewildered, not knowing what it was for.

He then saw Xiaomi sitting on the yoga mat with her legs straight out, body leaning back, hands propped behind her, and saying to Tang Feng, "Come on, Tang Feng, use the rod in your hand to roll out my thighs!"

"Like you're rolling dough, you know?"

Tang Feng nodded, "I can do that!"

After saying that, Tang Feng squatted down beside Xiaomi, ready to start.

"Don't stand to the side, it's not convenient. Sit on my calves with your legs apart. That way, it's easier for you to help me!"

Tang Feng nodded again, then spread his legs and knelt on Xiaomi's calves.

As soon as he sat down, Xiaomi's calves suddenly twitched slightly, rubbing right in between Tang Feng's legs.

Tang Feng was particularly sensitive there; a brush from Xiaomi and he immediately reacted, his face turning red.

He looked up quickly at Xiaomi and saw that she was smirking at him.

Instantly, Tang Feng's face flushed with embarrassment.

"You seem very sensitive."

Wang Xiaomi looked at Tang Feng teasingly and asked, "You're not still a virgin, are you?"

Tang Feng nodded awkwardly.

Her eyes brightening, Wang Xiaomi said, "No wonder you reacted so quickly!"

As she spoke, Xiaomi once again began to lightly twitch her calves, rubbing against Tang Feng's sensitive area.

Instantly, a tickling and immensely comfortable sensation spread, making Tang Feng sigh in pleasure.

"Ah..."

Unable to help himself, Tang Feng cried out, his face revealing his enjoyment.

"Pfft!"

Watching him, Xiaomi couldn't suppress her laughter, "You really are a virgin, getting overwhelmed so easily!"

"If Sister used her foot, would you lose control instantly?"

Tang Feng, feeling very embarrassed, didn't know what to say and just lowered his head, saying, "Sister Xiaomi... let me help you relax your thighs."

"Sure, come on!"

Wang Xiaomi nodded, her calves stopped moving, "Put some strength into it!"

Tang Feng nodded, took a deep breath, and, gripping the stick, pressed it against Xiaomi's firm and full thighs, bending over and rolling it up with force.

Xiaomi had muscular thighs due to regular workouts, offering a lot of elasticity. As Tang Feng rolled the stick over them, he could feel that resilience distinctly.

The sensation was incredibly comfortable, with a strangely thrilling aspect as well.

As the stick reached the top of Xiaomi's thighs, near the groin area, Tang Feng's hand also reached the region of Xiaomi's private area.

That area was either soaked with sweat or something else and had already become damp, making the yoga pants somewhat translucent.

Dark shades could be vaguely seen.

A faint, distinct scent wafted out from there and entered Tang Feng's nostrils.

It was quite arousing, causing an even stronger reaction in Tang Feng's body.

"You little rascal, where are you looking?"

Wang Xiaomi caught Tang Feng staring at her private area and coyly scolded him with a teasing look, "Put some strength into it; you're too gentle!"

Embarrassed, Tang Feng nodded and pressed down harder.

"Ah..."

With that added force, Xiaomi immediately began to moan softly, "Yeah... that's the strength I need, feels so good, keep going!"

As Tang Feng carried on, Xiaomi continued to call out, "Mmm... mmm... ah... "

"Oh yeah... little brother, you're doing it so well, you're making your sister feel good... mmm..."

Xiaomi spoke with a face full of pleasure, calling out sensually as if engaged in something else.

Hearing her, Tang Feng's heart raced, and his body reacted intensely, further encouraging his effort. Because he was working so hard, his hands occasionally unintentionally brushed against Xiaomi's private area.

It felt soft and was quite stimulating. Tang Feng also started touching it deliberately, almost subconsciously.

After a little while, Tang Feng noticed that Xiaomi's private area seemed to have become even more moist.

Looking up, he saw Xiaomi's flushed face, her eyes sultry as she watched him, a playful smile on her lips...