Customer Is God
“I knew you were smart!” Zhang Lin covered her mouth and chuckled softly. “If the final result satisfies your big sis, she'll be your top client from here on out—even introduce a bunch of friends. You'll be swamped!”
“You got it... Thanks in advance, Zhang-jie! Just sit back and wait for the results. I guarantee you'll be a stunning beauty when I'm done!” Chu Fei waved confidently.
“That's exactly what I wanted to hear!” Zhang Lin laughed again, her smile radiant.
Back in the private room, Zhang Lin showed none of yesterday's shyness or nerves. When she saw Lin Juan spreading fresh towels over a brand-new massage bed, she nodded approvingly. People are easily touched by little details—a new bed didn't cost much, but it showed Chu Fei and his team took her seriously.
So she boldly stripped off all her clothes right there, took a quick rinse in the shower, then wrapped a towel around herself and climbed onto the bed face-down. Lin Juan had already prepped everything and stepped out.
“Xiao Fei, you can start now!” Zhang Lin unwrapped the towel, baring her naked body.
The next hour needs no describing. Sweating buckets, Chu Fei finally stepped back.
“Look at you, all worn out...” Zhang Lin's face was flushed, her body still twitching faintly with aftershocks. Her raised ass collapsed limply onto the bed, but she reached out and tugged at Chu Fei. “Take off your clothes too. Otherwise, won't you ruin a set every session? Besides, you've seen all of sis—don't I get a look back?”
“That doesn't seem right...” Chu Fei hesitated. Stripping down would turn this into something erotic, wouldn't it?
“I'm not bothered—what's your problem? I'm lying here naked, and you're all buttoned up. It makes me uncomfortable! Off with them!” Zhang Lin feigned anger and let go of his hand.
“Uh, fine.”
The customer is God. It was her request, after all. Chu Fei peeled off his damp, sticky clothes, standing before her in just his underwear. His chiseled physique made Zhang Lin's cheeks burn and her heart race.
“Now for the perky breasts treatment.”
Chu Fei positioned himself at her head and cupped the huge, soft mounds on her chest.
“Relax, Zhang-jie... It might feel a little tingly.”
For breast enhancement, he couldn't just devour—he had to do the opposite and release some energy...
Of course, he'd accepted the job with confidence. After discovering he could control the intensity of his devouring, he'd experimented with other tricks. If he overdid it somewhere, he could regurgitate a bit to patch things up. He'd tested it, and it worked.
He'd even tried it on Lin Juan. Her scars were deep pits that needed flesh to fill them, so during her check-up, he'd directed his strange inner power to feed energy back into those spots. It worked...
Just very slowly.
Zhang Lin was only thirty, though. Her sagging breasts stemmed from post-lactation physiology.
After weaning, hormone drops cause the milk ducts, glands, and fat to shrink, while skin and support tissues don't. Plus, during late pregnancy and nursing, the fibrous connective tissue stretches from milk fill. When nursing stops, it doesn't fully contract, leaving breasts loose and droopy.
Chu Fei's plan: devour the excess connective tissue and skin, then inject a bit of fat...
Zhang Lin felt her breasts enveloped from base to tip in a warm, soft hand, with constant tingles of acid-sweet numbness. It was the sensation from her youth, when her husband first touched her—the fresh thrill of first love. Gone after marriage and kids. Her eyes glazed over, lost in nostalgic youth...
With Chu Fei bent over her head for the chest massage, she could see his ripped torso. Unable to resist, she reached up and touched him.
Chu Fei glanced down but didn't protest. He could tell she was fully aroused now—and that was perfect. The more hooked she got, the more she'd crave him...
And the more often she'd come back, right?