Level Up in Martial World

"So, where should I press next?" Jui Luli asked, her voice tight, barely masking the seething rage simmering beneath her calm demeanor.

"Lower," Lu Zhen replied in a soft whisper, completely unfazed.

"Alright." Her slender fingers began trailing further down his spine, sending an odd sensation rippling through Lu Zhen's heart. Before he realized it, her hands had reached the base of his back, hovering near his hips.

"Here?" she asked, her disgust visibly creeping onto her face, her tone laced with mockery.

"Yeah, right there," Lu Zhen said, his eyes still closed but his smirk betraying his amusement. He could perfectly picture the irritation painted on her face.

Without another word, Jui Luli began pressing firmly, her hands kneading his backside in a steady rhythm. She applied a surprising amount of strength, her fingers digging into the muscle with deliberate intensity.

Lu Zhen's expression shifted awkwardly. What he had initially expected to be a pleasant sensation quickly turned into an uncomfortable ordeal.

"Hey, go lower," He said lazily.

"Oh no, no, young master," Jui Luli replied with a saccharine smile, one that was bright and charming on the surface but, to Lu Zhen, radiated thinly veiled malice. "Let me massage your ass a little more. It seems to be in need of extra care."

"Hey, woman, leave my ass alone," Lu Zhen retorted, his patience thinning as he firmly grasped her slender wrist with the back of his hand, halting her movements.

"How could I do that, young master? I'm just a lowly slave who must follow your orders to the very end," she replied mockingly, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

With that, Jui Luli doubled down, pressing harder, even channeling her Mental Power to strengthen her grip and increase the pressure. However, against Lu Zhen's steel-like body, her efforts were futile. Despite her best attempts, she couldn't even budge him a fraction, her strength and Mental Power proving utterly ineffective.

Lu Zhen raised an eyebrow, his smirk widening. "Is that all you've got?" he teased, clearly unfazed.

Jui Luli glared at him, the flames of frustration dancing in her eyes as she continued her fruitless struggle.

Lu Zhen slowly lifted her hand off him and stood up, his towering frame casting a shadow over her smaller figure. His presence, calm yet imposing, seemed to engulf the room.

"Chill out, will you?" he said, placing his strong, calloused hands gently on her shoulders. His tone softened as he added, "I apologize for being rude. Now, how about giving me a proper body massage? Or should we consider our deal void?"

Jui Luli's gaze locked onto his: her emerald-green pupils, meeting the striking blend of gold and crimson in his eyes.

The air grew heavy, tension thickening between them as if they were on the brink of an explosive clash. It felt as though a single spark could ignite a confrontation at any second.

"Fine," Jui Luli muttered, a sigh escaping her lips as she gave in.

"Alright," Lu Zhen responded, promptly lying back on the bed, face down, his body sinking into the plush surface as if it belonged there.

Jui Luli wasted no time and began to work on his legs, her hands moving with a practiced nimbleness yet employing all the strength she could muster. Lu Zhen closed his eyes, letting the soothing sensation wash over him, his body completely relaxed.

An hour passed, and fatigue began to set in for Jui Luli. Her hands felt sore, the ache traveling through her arms, and eventually, her fingers started to go numb. Despite her efforts, Lu Zhen remained as steady as a mountain, not even flinching.

"Is it done?" she finally asked, her voice strained.

"Hmm." Lu Zhen opened his eyes slowly, his gaze meeting hers with an expression of profound disappointment. "I thought you had more in you than this," he whispered in disappointment.

Jui Luli's brows twitched, but before she could retort, Lu Zhen stood up without a word, his towering figure once again filling the room. With deliberate slowness, he turned and lay back down on the bed, this time facing the ceiling, his arms crossed behind his head.

Jui Luli looked at the utterly disappointed expression on Lu Zhen's face and felt her left eyes twitch involuntarily: "Does this guy find fun, while harassing me?" her mood already annoyed felt like it was going to erupt like a volcano eruption.

"What are you doing standing there? Now massage my front," Lu Zhen said casually, giving her a questioning look.

"Huh? Wait, what?" Jui Luli froze, her voice rising in disbelief.

"It's a full body massage, remember?" Lu Zhen rolled his eyes, his tone dripping with impatience as though this was the most natural thing in the world.

Jui Luli, flustered, found her gaze inadvertently trailing over his chiseled physique. Her eyes traveled from his broad shoulders down to his sculpted abs and lower still, where a particular shape beneath the towel caught her attention. Even in its dormant state, the sheer size was undeniable, making her swallow hard and avert her gaze.

With a resigned sigh, she shook her head and extended her slender hands. Slowly, she began to knead the powerful muscles of his chest, her movements deliberate and precise. Her touch, though firm, carried an elegance that accentuated her natural charm.

"Why is he so ridiculously muscular?" Jui Luli cursed inwardly, her frustration mounting. The hardness of his physique was unyielding, and her fingers, already sore and reddened from the earlier effort, were beginning to throb with fresh discomfort.

Being a First-stage Martial Artist, it was even more embarrassing for her.

Slowly but surely, she pressed on, even going out on a limb to use her Mental Energy intricately to continue.

After a long time, Lu Zhen finally spoke:

"Move down."

"Eh, where?"

"Where do you think it is?" Lu Zhen chuckled, his eyes still closed.

Jui Luli bit her cherry lips and slowly moved her fingers down his perfectly sculpted abs, over his front hips, and then downwards...

At this moment, her eyes stared directly at his shaft, slumbering yet long enough to reach her entire face.

"What should I do?" she wondered in her heart, her expression hesitant and curious.

"Is he telling me to suck it?"

Although Jui Luli wasn't experienced in this sort of thing, she was a strong-hearted woman who had always focused on training and becoming stronger. However, she wasn't without knowledge—her upbringing had been solid.

"Sigh."

The more she thought about it, the more tentative she became.

In the end, she slowly closed her eyes, parted her cherry lips, and leaned slightly forward.

Lu Zhen, who had been relaxing with his eyes closed, suddenly snapped them open.

"What are you doing, woman?"

"Eh!?" Jui Luli looked up at Lu Zhen, tilting her head.

"I said to give me a massage, not to violate me," he said sternly, a frown on his face.

"You..." Jui Luli stared at him, her anger and rage shimmering with every passing moment.

"What do you want from me?"

"To annoy you," Lu Zhen said earnestly. "You see, I feel like you haven't been punished enough for glimpsing at my secret. Should I even allow you to live?"

Immediately, his body radiated murderous intent as his cold eyes locked onto Jui Luli.

The more he learned about the outside world, the more she understood the implications of his bloodline.

Especially his own, which was the ancestor of a bloodline. If this were to get out, not only would he be hunted by every First-stage Martial Artist in the world, but he might also attract the envy of that Separation and Union Master.

The implications of this were simply terrifying!