Xie Qin's Golden Surrender
Xie Qin had no objection to that. She stepped right down and stood on the electronic scale. Chu Fei didn't even glance at it, just smiled as he waited for her to climb back onto the massage table and lie down on her stomach. Only then did he slowly reach out and place his hand on her shoulder.
Indeed, tense!
Chu Fei gave her shoulder a gentle squeeze, then slid his fingers onto her cervical vertebrae, tracing slowly down her spine. Xie Qin immediately felt a bone-melting, soul-searing suction from his fingertips. Her entire body went limp against her will. She didn't even voice a refusal when his fingers slipped between her thighs, right into the lace panties—the sensation was simply too exquisite. She couldn't bring herself to speak, and she lacked the strength anyway.
That was exactly what Chu Fei wanted: a direct, unmistakable signal that this wasn't some blind masseur's routine. No need for any back-opening pretense. He simply wrapped his hands around her waist—the spot where women carried the most excess fat, but also where so many were exquisitely sensitive. Xie Qin was no exception. As his fingers danced over it like keys on a piano, pressing and kneading lightly, she let out involuntary moans. Chu Fei didn't hesitate; he swung a leg over the table, straddling her and planting himself squarely on her ass...
"Ready? I'm about to start for real."
"Mmm..."
Xie Qin let out a moan that could have meant yes or no. Chu Fei slid his oiled hands up her relatively smooth back in firm strokes. Naturally, he reached her bra next, but he didn't rush to unhook it. After coating his palms with more oil, he kneaded away, soaking the fabric completely.
Xie Qin could only bury her face deep in the pillow beneath her. Everything from here on felt like it was spiraling out of control...
Chu Fei's technique was already masterful, making her feel incredible. But it was those hands of his—like they carried magic. Wherever they touched, ripples of pleasure spread, leaving her craving more. Yet with her status, she couldn't let go, especially not in front of a young man. So she kept her face hidden, desperately trying to stifle the joyful yet terrifying vitality surging through her body.
Luckily, Chu Fei wasn't so depraved as to lust after a nearly forty-year-old woman whose figure had gone seriously to ruin. He kept it professional, treating her like a valued client—one he intended to serve well. And he succeeded: just ten minutes in, Xie Qin hit her first climax. It came when he massaged the root of her thighs, her ultimate weak spot. One press, and she shattered...
Perhaps because she'd already released, Xie Qin finally loosened up. As Chu Fei continued, she started writhing in sync, her ass twisting cooperatively. Even her pillow-muffled face began humming softly. Seeing this, Chu Fei gave her upturned cheeks a playful pat. "Flip over, Qin-jie. Time for the front now... Yeah, I'm taking off your bra?"
Xie Qin's body stiffened at his words. It took her a long moment before she slowly rolled onto her back—but her face stayed buried in the pillow.
Chu Fei ignored it and pressed on. When he reached her lower abdomen, he saw the massive wet stain soaking her panties, practically translucent. No wonder she'd been squirming so restlessly. Without a word, he tugged them off. Xie Qin let out a faint yelp of surprise...
To her disappointment, though, Chu Fei didn't do anything untoward. He just kept massaging until the session wrapped up.
Only when he helped her up and sent her off to rinse did Xie Qin realize why he'd laid a towel on the table beforehand...
That sopping wet patch was glaringly obvious. And don't get her started on her thoroughly drenched panties. Even as she washed, she could feel the depth and heat of the desire in those fluids pouring from her body.
But when she stepped back onto the scale, she froze in utter shock...
She'd just showered, her hair still dripping wet. Yet in this single slimming session, she'd dropped 6 jin straight off!
Now she finally understood why Zhang Lin praised this boy so effusively. His hands truly were golden hands!
Xie Qin's figure had deteriorated badly—verging on seriously overweight. Clothes hid it somewhat, but stripped bare, her round waist, protruding belly, thick arms, and chunky legs screamed fat accumulation. To ensure results, Chu Fei had simply absorbed a bit extra...
No woman would mind that, anyway.
What surprised Chu Fei, though, was how quickly Xie Qin dressed and slipped away without a word. After tidying the room, he headed downstairs to the lobby. Neither she nor Zhang Lin was there anymore.