52: Chapter 52 Auspicious Opening

The door was tightly closed, but the soundproofing was only so-so.

Inside the room, the atmosphere was just right.

Su Muxue knelt by the bedside, a fine layer of sweat beads seeping from her forehead.

This massage was hard labor, especially if one wanted to hit the right spots; every finger press required a clever use of force.

She let out a soft breath and adjusted her breathing rhythm.

Looking at Huang Mao lying on the bed with a face full of enjoyment, her heart was filled with an indescribable sense of satisfaction.

It was like working hard to cook a whole table of food and then watching the diner feast with gusto.

This feeling of 'being needed' was truly addictive to her.

The muscle groups in his back were mostly relaxed now.

Su Muxue straightened her back, rubbed her somewhat aching wrists, and spoke with a voice as soft and warm as a ball of cotton.

“Master, the back has been cleared.”

“Next, I need to press the acupoints on the front. Please turn over.”

At this moment, Huang Mao was so comfortable that his soul was drifting out of his body.

The tense string in his mind had long since snapped; his whole body was as soft as a puddle of mud.

Hearing those words, he only gave a subconscious hum.

“Mmh... okay.”

He dizzily rolled over and lay face-up on the bed.

Because he was in his own home and it was late at night, he was only wearing a pair of loose boxers.

This turn of his body left him in a quite defenseless posture.

Su Muxue's eyes were clear, completely devoid of any stray thoughts.

In her eyes, the current Huang Mao was a piece of precision machinery that needed careful maintenance.

She readjusted her kneeling position and placed her hands on the inner side of Huang Mao's thighs.

There were several acupoints here that were particularly effective for relieving fatigue, though the pain would be quite noticeable.

“It might be a bit sore, Master. Please bear with it.”

She gave a soft reminder, then her thumb pressed precisely onto an acupoint, slowly applying force.

“Hiss—!”

In that instant, a sour-tingling sensation shot straight to the top of his skull and exploded.

It was like an electric current following the nerve endings, sparking and lightning its way up to his forehead.

Huang Mao had originally been a bit dazed, but this immediately jolted him awake with pleasure.

But he couldn't hold it in.

This interwoven sensation of soreness and pleasure caused an incredibly soul-stirring sigh to escape uncontrollably from his throat.

“Mm... right there... yes, harder...”

The voice was low, raspy, and carried a hint of a tremor.

In this silent dead of night, it was practically more explosive than a clap of thunder.

...

Outside the door.

The two people who had been having a final internal struggle completely fell apart.

That cry of “right there” was like a heavy hammer, smashing ruthlessly into their fragile nerves.

Reason, reserve, tactical alliances—all of it.

At this moment, everything vanished into thin air.

Leng Qingxuan had been leaning against the wall, clutching that bag of potato chips tightly.

Hearing this commotion, it was as if someone had pressed her shutdown button.

Her pupils dilated instantly and then lost focus.

It felt as if ten thousand marmots were screaming in her cerebral cortex.

It's over.

Everything is over.

As a veteran theorist, the library of material in her head exploded instantly.

These lines, this tone, this atmosphere.

This was undoubtedly a hidden CG playing out!

Her CPU fried directly; her whole body was as stiff as a freshly unearthed terracotta warrior.

Aside from her eye corner twitching slightly, not a single muscle in her body would obey her.

An Ran, beside her, had a completely different reaction.

If Leng Qingxuan was a system crash, then An Ran was an overload self-destruction.

In that instant, she felt like smoke was coming out of the top of her head.

A surge of nameless fire shot straight to her forehead, burning away all her reason.

This was clearly blatant, undisguised pornographic waste!

If this can be endured, what cannot!

This was her childhood sweetheart! The pig she had watched grow up since they were little!

He was actually being uprooted by a cabbage that had popped out of nowhere, right under her nose?

And in such an incredibly arrogant and shameless manner!

At this moment, the jar of vinegar in An Ran's heart didn't just tip over; it exploded.

The sourness mixed with the smell of gunpowder, completely drowning her IQ.

Forget “knocking to test the waters,” forget “finding an excuse to play games.”

To hell with all that!

She had only one thought now—catching them in the act!

She had to catch this adulterous couple red-handed!

An Ran didn't think at all; her body reacted faster than her brain.

Her explosive power as a Sports Student was displayed to its fullest at this moment.

She took a sudden step forward, grabbed the door handle with her right hand, and pressed down hard.

It wasn't locked!

The door wasn't even locked!

What arrogance! What fearlessness!

“Huang Mao! What are you doing?!!!”

Accompanied by a deafening roar, An Ran used all her strength to shove the door open.

“Bang—!”

The solid wood door panel slammed heavily against the anti-collision pad on the wall, letting out a loud crash.

The commotion was practically louder than a demolition crew smashing a wall; the entire room seemed to shake three times.

Inside the room.

Su Muxue, who was fully concentrated on finding the acupoints, was completely caught off guard.

She was currently kneeling at the edge of the bed, her upper body leaning forward, her center of gravity already unstable.

All her attention was focused on controlling the strength in her hands.

This sudden loud bang, coupled with An Ran's murderous shout, directly stunned her with fear.

“Ah—!”

Su Muxue gave an instinctive cry, her body jerking like a startled little rabbit.

That jerk was the problem; the supporting force in her hands vanished instantly.

The delicate balance she had been maintaining collapsed completely at this moment.

Furthermore, to make it easier to apply force, her body had been in a forward-leaning posture.

Having lost her balance, she fell forward uncontrollably.

It was like a slow-motion replay in a movie.

Her smooth long hair drew a graceful arc in the air.

Then.

A precision strike.

Without deviating in the slightest.

Her entire person slammed straight and solidly onto Huang Mao, who was lying face-up.

As for Huang Mao, having just finished that moment of pleasure, he was in the afterglow of 'sage time'.

Hearing the loud noise, he was just about to look up and see which unruly subject wanted to harm the emperor.

As a result, before his eyes could even open, he felt his vision go black.

Following that.

A warm, soft, behemoth with a faint milky scent descended from the heavens.

“Mmph—!”

Huang Mao didn't even have time to let out a scream before he was physically silenced.

At this moment, time seemed to stand still.

The legendary 'milk cleanser' finishing move had been launched without any warning.

And it was a critical hit version.

The black lace nightgown Su Muxue was wearing already had pitifully little fabric.

With this fall, there was absolutely no barrier left.

That heart-stoppingly soft sensation instantly filled all of Huang Mao's senses.

His face was buried seamlessly into a land of tenderness.

His nasal cavity was filled with the unique scent of her body wash, mixed with the faint body fragrance of a young girl.

In that instant, Huang Mao's mind went blank.

Breathing?

No longer needed.

Thinking?

That was redundant.

He only felt as if he had fallen into a giant marshmallow, or as if he were drowning in a bottomless sea of gentleness.

Even his instinct to struggle was sealed away by this ultimate softness.

Is this the so-called “suffocating love”?

If it were a way to die, this could probably rank in the top three of “men's dream deaths.”

...

At the door.

An Ran, maintaining her door-shoving, roaring posture, was completely petrified.

Her mouth was wide open, and the second insult she had prepared was stuck directly in her throat.

The scene before her was simply too impactful.

So much so that it exceeded her range of comprehension.

She had originally thought she would see the two of them disheveled and hugging, or doing something indescribable.

But she never expected...

it to be this kind of... this kind of visually shocking scene!

Su Muxue was sprawled entirely over Huang Mao.

That posture, that angle.

Especially the image of Huang Mao's face being completely submerged.

It was practically slapping the words “licentious and depraved” directly onto her face.

An Ran felt as if she had been struck by lightning; her whole body was stiff and she couldn't move.

Only one thought remained in her head, looping infinitely:

What are they doing?

What on earth are they doing?!

Could this be the legendary... kind of play?

Is this a special kink of rich young ladies?

I want to... Bah! What am I thinking!

And at this time.

Leng Qingxuan, who had barely managed to reboot from her “404 Crash” state, finally came back to her senses.

She turned her head mechanically, her gaze crossing An Ran's shoulder to look into the room.

Then.

The light that had just appeared in her eyes went out instantly.

The brain that had been spinning rapidly once again emitted the “sizzle” of an overload.

If just hearing the sounds earlier had sparked her imagination.

Then now, this was a high-definition, uncensored live broadcast!

That black lace.

Those overlapping figures.

That heart-pounding area of contact.

Leng Qingxuan felt a surge of hot blood rush to her forehead; it seemed like something was about to flow out of her nose.

As a theoretical master who had only seen such scenes in various strange works.

The impact of the real world was clearly ten thousand times stronger than 2D characters.

She felt her worldview collapsing, restructuring, and then collapsing again.

Is this... the world of adults?

Is this... the love of 'normies'?

Too... too stimulating!

The room fell into a deathly silence.

Only the wall clock continued its “tick-tock, tick-tock” rhythm.

But every tick sounded like a death knell striking the hearts of everyone present.

Huang Mao was sealed in the land of tenderness, his fate unknown.

Su Muxue maintained her forward-fallen posture, her whole being still dazed, completely forgetting to get up.

An Ran and Leng Qingxuan stood at the door like two guardian gods, one consumed with rage, the other with an overloaded brain.

This scene was like a world-famous painting titled “The Descent of the Shura Field.”

Frozen in this destined-to-be-unsettled late night.

And in this dead silence.

Only Huang Mao's faint, muffled breathing could be heard indistinctly.

...

“Help, I... I can't make it...”