Vol 3 Chapter 1: Getting Used to Physical Contact
Yan Zhen arrived at the Gold and Jade Chamber of Commerce by carriage, then, guided by a servant, made his way to the rear courtyard.
Ji Ya, her twin bodyguards Jin Tong and Yu Nu, and Aunt Mu, who had been lurking in the shadows, were already waiting for him.
Before them lay a sleek, yacht-like vehicle, officially known as a “Sky Skiff.” Its cabin was compact, typically used for small group excursions.
Ji Ya stepped forward, taking his arm, her voice laced with playful reproach. “I thought you weren’t coming, Little Brother Yan Zhen.”
He scratched his head, forcing a smile. “Sorry, I slept in a bit.”
“Poor Little Brother Yan Zhen. Did your cousins drain you dry last night?”
“Well…”
“Save some for Older Sister! I’m counting on your… essence for my treatment~”
“…”
He knew he couldn’t match her teasing. He wisely chose to remain silent.
She, sensing his surrender, led him to the Sky Skiff, guiding him to the back seat.
As he sat down, she gracefully took the seat beside him, her shapely bottom brushing against his thigh. The contact was subtle, almost imperceptible, perfectly calculated.
The twin bodyguards sat in front of them.
Aunt Mu was at the helm. This was the first time he had seen her face, but he didn’t ask any questions.
“Everyone ready? We’re taking off.”
With those words, Aunt Mu activated the Sky Skiff. It slowly rose into the air, then shot forward, disappearing into the distance.
The inertia from the rune-powered propulsion system caused the passengers to sway slightly.
He felt her silky leg brushing against his thigh repeatedly. He knew it wasn’t intentional, but the sensation sent a surge of warmth through him.
“Ahem.”
He discreetly shifted his leg, but she noticed his movement.
“What’s wrong, Little Brother Yan Zhen?”
“N-nothing.”
“Are you… uncomfortable being close to me?” She continued without waiting for his answer. “I understand. We’ve only known each other for a few days, after all. Even though we were… husband and wife in my dreams, that was just a dream. It’s natural to feel awkward in reality.”
He understood the implication.
Despite her seductive appearance, she was actually quite conservative. In the script, during her treatment, she had trembled and blushed whenever he touched any part of her skin besides her hand.
Her deliberate flirtation was partly due to her “cauldron physique” and partly a tactic to disarm people, making them focus on her beauty, overlooking her true capabilities. It was a form of self-protection.
Clearly, she was also uncomfortable being so close to him, but for the sake of her treatment, she was forcing herself to overcome her shyness, engaging in seductive and even submissive behavior.
He had rejected her kindness. Could anything be more hurtful?
He felt a pang of guilt.
“I’m sorry, Sister Ji Ya. I’ll try to get used to it.”
“It’s not your fault, Little Brother Yan Zhen. I was being too hasty.”
She shook her head, then said thoughtfully, “How about this? When we arrive at headquarters, we won’t rush into treatment. We’ll… practice first.”
“Practice?”
“Yes. The treatment requires… intimate dual cultivation. And you need to be in control the entire time. But you’re afraid to even touch me. How can we possibly proceed? You’re already this awkward with clothes on. Imagine what it will be like when we’re both naked! To be honest, I’m also a bit… apprehensive about touching you. My mind tells me it’s fine, but my body instinctively resists. So I was thinking, regardless of whether we develop feelings or not, we should at least get used to physical contact.”
He nodded thoughtfully. “That makes sense, Sister Ji Ya.”
“So, shall we try it now?” She tempted him. “Let’s start with our hands.”
He had no objections.
Hands? Piece of cake! As a transmigrator, I’m not bound by these antiquated customs!
He extended his hand, expecting her to shake it, but she placed her hand on top of his, her slender fingers slowly interlacing with his.
Although he was much younger, men’s hands were naturally larger than women’s, so their palms were similar in size, fitting together perfectly.
He felt her soft, smooth skin against his, even more enticing than a kitten’s paw pads.
She released his hand. “Your turn, Little Brother Yan Zhen.”
He blinked, taking a moment to understand. It was his turn to initiate contact!
He mimicked her earlier action, placing his hand on hers, his fingers interlacing with hers.
Her arm twitched slightly, as if unaccustomed to being held by a man. Her beautiful face showed a hint of discomfort.
“Sister Ji Ya, are you alright? Should I let go?”
She bit her lip, shaking her head. “I’m fine. Let’s stay like this for now. Now, your other hand.”
She reached out with her free hand, her fingers resting on his thigh.
The touch, even through his pants, sent a shiver down his spine.
“Your turn, Little Brother Yan Zhen.”
She lifted the hem of her qipao, revealing her long, silky leg, her gesture shy yet inviting.
He hesitated, then extended his hand.
The moment his fingers brushed against her stocking-clad leg, his mind went blank. He couldn’t resist stroking her smooth, silky skin, the sound of his hand gliding across the fabric filling the air.
She moaned softly, her cheeks flushing crimson, her eyes fixed on him.
He realized he had gone too far.
He tried to withdraw his hand, but she grabbed it, her expression determined.
“Continue. I’ll get used to it.”
“…”
— Damn, she’s going this far? How can I let her down?
He gritted his teeth, steeling himself, his hand slipping beneath the hem of her stocking, exploring the soft skin of her inner thigh.
She gasped, her legs instinctively pressing together, trapping his hand.
— I underestimated this… This feels amazing! If I continue, I might… lose control in front of him!
“Little Brother Yan Zhen, maybe… another spot? Please?”
“O-okay.”
She released a sigh of relief as he withdrew his hand. “How about this, Little Brother Yan Zhen? We’ll hug each other’s waists until we reach our destination. Whoever breaks first is a puppy. Deal?”
— A hugging contest? As a modern transmigrator, I have nothing to fear! She’s doomed!
He reached around her, his arm slipping between her back and the seat, his hand settling on her slender waist.
She smiled inwardly, leaning against him, her arm also wrapping around his waist.
They sat together, their embrace intimate, like a loving couple.
— It took Instructor Yu Xuan months to achieve this level of closeness, yet Ji Ya managed it in just a few days.
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