Chapter 223: The Ice Empress's Massage, Part 2
Inside the room, Ye Chen lay on his stomach atop the bed, chin resting on a pillow, looking completely at ease.
"Hurry up, I can't wait any longer~"
He grinned as he urged the Ice Empress, his gaze fixed unapologetically on her small, silk-covered feet.
The Ice Empress folded her arms over her chest and puffed out her cheeks. "Hmph! What kind of master makes his soul spirit do something like this!"
But even as she feigned indignation, she lifted a leg and knelt at the edge of the bed.
"Training is exhausting, my whole body aches. Come on, massage my back for me~" Ye Chen said, smiling lazily.
She huffed but climbed onto the bed and knelt atop his thighs.
Peering down at his broad back, she hesitated only a second before gently pressing her white-silk-wrapped foot onto him.
"Mmm~"
Ye Chen let out a sigh of utter contentment.
Her feet were small, delicate, and soft. Even through the stockings, every step was bliss.
It reminded him of Xiaoxiao, but as a soul spirit, the Ice Empress's form was nearly flawless—utter perfection.
Not much difference, but just… better.
"Pervert… don't make weird noises!" she said, blushing as she applied a bit more pressure.
Ye Chen felt her small feet pressing and exploring his back, sometimes with her sole, sometimes her toes.
Though her words were tart, her movements were careful and focused, every press falling precisely where his muscles needed relief.
"A little to the left… that's it, right there…"
Ye Chen closed his eyes in satisfaction, directing her.
"Hmph, so demanding…" she muttered but adjusted as he instructed.
The massage continued until, suddenly, her left foot tangled with her right—
"Aiya!"
She yelped and toppled over, landing butt-first on Ye Chen's back.
He felt the soft weight pressing on his lower back.
"What are you doing?" he asked, glancing back at her.
The Ice Empress's IQ really did lag sometimes—she'd managed to trip herself up.
"It's your fault for moving… that's why I fell!" she said, pouting as she straddled his waist with a sulky wriggle.
Trying to get up, she instead found herself flipped over, pinned to the mattress by Ye Chen.
"Wh-what are you doing…" she squeaked, clutching her chest protectively.
"If you don't want to massage me, then let me rub your feet instead," he said, scooping up her soft little foot to toy with it.
"Who asked for that? Let go…" she turned away, cheeks burning red.
Ye Chen gently lifted her legs to his chest.
They were so light, almost weightless.
Beneath the sheer stockings, her calves were graceful, and her feet were charmingly petite, the pink sole faintly visible.
"Stay still—let me check if you hurt yourself."
He pressed his thumb to the sole, feeling its softness through the silk.
He kneaded from the heel to the toes, slow and gentle.
"I'm not that fragile…" she protested, toes curling involuntarily.
Yet she was secretly warmed by his care—this kindness was addictive.
"Silly girl, tripping over your own feet." He teased, continuing to rub from sole to ankle.
Though her skin was cool, it became warm under his touch.
"You're the silly one—I'm only clumsy because you made me a soul spirit! If I had my old body, this wouldn't happen!"
"Sure, sure—my Ice Empress is the cleverest."
He grinned and deliberately pressed the most sensitive spot of her sole.
"Ah!"
She yelped, legs jerking, but he caught her by the ankle.
"Relax. The tighter you are, the more it'll hurt," he assured her, easing his grip.
With a deep breath, she melted and allowed him to continue.
His massage technique was skilled, soothing every muscle from her feet up her calves.
His large hands could envelop her slender legs completely.
"Do you give massages often?" she asked quietly.
"Nope, you're the first."
He replied without hesitation.
She huffed. "Liar—what about the other two girls in Tang Sect? Or the one at Seven Treasures?"
With a pout, she pressed her foot to his face.
She might not have been released physically during the trip, but as Ye Chen's soul spirit, she had sensed the moment he summoned his soul rings and seen the truth of his bonds.
Ye Chen just smiled and lowered his head to kiss her foot.
"What are you doing…" she flinched, trying to pull away, but he held tight.
"I worked so hard on this massage—I deserve a little reward, don't I?"
"No reward for you!"
But her glare had softened.
Ye Chen switched to kneading with his fingers, working up the slender muscle.
Her legs were thin, smooth, and pleasingly firm.
He massaged her for nearly half an hour, her resistance fading into enjoyment, and eventually to drowsiness.
Seeing her dazed and sleepy, he gently set her legs down.
"Tired now?" he asked softly.
"Mmm…"
She rubbed her eyes and pulled the blanket over herself. "That was too comfy…"
Ye Chen tucked her in and promised, "Sleep well. Tomorrow we'll get something good to eat."
"Don't leave—sleep with me tonight," she said, clutching his pants leg.
"Fine, let me shower at least."
He shrugged, heading to the bathroom.
Soon, the sound of running water echoed.
He finished quickly, dried off, and slipped into bed in just shorts.
As soon as he settled in, a smooth, warm body climbed onto him.
"Wait—where are your clothes?"
"None of your business. Don't you dare try anything…"
She clung to him, breathing in his scent, and drifted swiftly into sleep.
Whatever she dreamed… it must have been sweet—she even drooled a little.
(END CHAPTER)
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