Mo Seyoung's Naked Massage
Her white hair, like fresh snow fallen on a winter plain, and her matching fair skin stood out strikingly among the people of the Central Plains.
Mo Seyoung, whose beauty rivaled even Dan Yuha's, was a stunning woman befitting the prestige of the Fairy Sword Sect. Wherever she went, she effortlessly drew everyone's gaze—and she knew it well.
The Fairy Sword Sect wasn't known for raising beauties, but its disciples had a reputation for their looks. If you asked anyone from the Central Plains to picture a Fairy Sword Sect member, they'd imagine a delicate beauty whose refined features seemed utterly mismatched with a sword.
The current sect leader was like that, and so was Baek Seolhwa—better known as Snowflake Seolrin. For the record, both Mo Seyoung and Seolrin were among the famed Four Flowers of the Martial World, the four most beautiful women in the jianghu.
The title "Four Flowers of the Martial World" was limited to the righteous sects, and sure, there were other beauties in the story who rivaled them without the label—but Mo Seyoung's allure was author-certified. She had a face and figure you could stare at forever without tiring.
She dragged me straight into her room. There was no hesitation in Mo Seyoung's actions.
The Fairy Sword Sect wasn't on the level of the Nine Great Sects or Eight Great Clans, but it carried similar renown. Perhaps that's why she'd taken up residence at Mansu Inn. As the sect's eldest disciple, she had every right to such luxuries.
Her room was exceedingly luxurious. Every piece of furniture looked handcrafted by master artisans, and a vase of fresh, fragrant flowers sat on a small desk.
The ink painting on the wall exuded the artist's bold spirit, a fine decoration. And there was even a private privy attached—something standard in modern hotels but rare even in high-end inns in the wuxia world.
Mo Seyoung plopped me down in a chair without ceremony. Her pursed lips, forming an inverted triangle, seemed to wordlessly express her displeasure. She sat across from me, her slightly upturned eyes narrowing as she spoke.
"Just how the hell did you make it all the way here?"
Her voice was sharp as a blade. Even without knowing her well, anyone could tell she was in a foul mood.
"Various circumstances led me here. Did you come to Henan for the Tiger-Dragon Supremacy Tournament, Eldest Senior Sister?"
"Yeah! It'd be weirder if I, the eldest disciple of the Fairy Sword Sect, skipped it, right?"
She had a point. The Tiger-Dragon Supremacy Tournament was the righteous sects' grand festival. All the promising young talents from major sects participated.
To them, it wasn't just a competition—it was a networking event to build connections and a battle of pride for their sects.
"How have you been?"
Instead of answering her question right away, I first asked about her well-being.
"After that bastard Heavenly Tower Lewd Demon Chu Pawo vanished without a trace, we never found him. The sect leader chewed me out for it! Good thing the jianghu's been too chaotic lately for the Martial Alliance to care much about him."
The Heavenly Tower Lewd Demon Chu Pawo was a lecher we'd imprisoned in the Fairy Sword Sect. I'd busted him out, inherited his martial arts—and killed him myself, for the record.
"A while back, some mystery lecher showed up in Anhui, so I thought maybe it was Chu Pawo and sent Rin out to check. But that creep vanished too. Rin's been chasing him down and couldn't even make it to this tournament."
Rin meant Seolrin, Mo Seyoung's junior sister—Snowflake, the other half of the Four Flowers duo.
And that mystery lecher in Anhui? That was me.
I almost ran into Seolrin.
She's on the list someday, but we've got a long way to go.
"Sounds like you've had it rough."
"Yeah. It hasn't been easy. Master's even doubting my ability to lead the sect someday. So this tournament's my chance to make up for past screw-ups."
A strong showing here would win the sect leader's favor. Climbing high in a gathering of all the righteous sects' young geniuses would elevate the Fairy Sword Sect's name.
Mo Seyoung had her own desperate stakes.
"Tch! I've been blabbering on about myself. Anyway, what about you? How've you been? That old hag didn't give you too much hell, did she?"
The "old hag" was Dan Yuha. She'd probably slap me if she overheard.
I'd started as a Fairy Sword Sect servant, but after losing a bet to Dan Yuha, I'd gone over to her side.
During the Chu Pawo jailbreak mess, Mo Seyoung had suspected Dan Yuha, but Dan proved her innocence.
"Lady Yuha is merciful. I didn't suffer."
"Really? Seeing you wandering alone like this, looks like you escaped that rakshasa witch's clutches."
Mo Seyoung leaned in slyly, her voice laced with subtle hope.
"I haven't cleaned out your room yet. Come back. You're a Fairy Sword Sect guy from the start. Hanging with a demonic bigshot? Doesn't make sense."
Oh ho.
Mo Seyoung was actively recruiting me back. Never thought I'd hear that from her.
She was on my conquest list, but I hadn't planted many flags with her. For her to come at me this aggressively...
"Ahem! You suck at most things, but your massages? Even the pros in town can't touch you."
Her eyes darted playfully as she said it. Right— I'd once used a massage to melt her mind. Not my real skill, mind you; it was the item.
◈ Cotton gloves that enable fantastical massages when worn. Relaxes pain through massage alone, cures status ailments, and delivers pleasure.
◈ Possesses the power to heal body and mind.
Mo Seyoung loved massages. No one could resist the gloves' magic, but as a martial artist skilled in body control, she especially adored that languid bliss.
Play this right, and I could close the distance with her.
Even the infamous "Ebony Ass-Beater" among the servants was fawning over a lowly servant like me because she couldn't forget my massages. Push a little further with them, and I'd find the key to bedding her.
"Come to think of it, you really loved my massages, Eldest Senior Sister. We've got time—how about one now?"
I jabbed like a needle at a vital point. She flinched in surprise but nodded without much hesitation.
"Y-yeah. If that rakshasa witch dulled your skills, it'd be a disaster. Let's test it."
Her tsundere march to the bed screamed classic novel heroine.
Without me even asking, she stripped off her outer robes and lay on the bed in thin undergarments.
Her snow-white skin stirred lust I didn't even have. I pulled the Massage Gloves from my inventory and slipped them on.
Could I push further here?
Stripping to undies without hesitation—maybe I could ask for more?
I didn't know her favorability score exactly, so it was a gamble. Overstep, and I'd tank all the goodwill I'd built. Needed to be careful.
Just a little nudge... Yeah, trust my instincts!
I swallowed hard. Tense moment.
Slowly, I spoke.
"Eldest Senior Sister. Could you... take off your undergarments too?"
Her face soured instantly. Wrinkles creased her lovely brow. Shit, too far?
She stared daggers into my eyes before speaking slowly. Thankfully, her voice wasn't furious.
"Even the underwear?"
Her tone dipped low, questioning me. Not angry, but teetering on the edge.
This was the crossroads.
Charge ahead blindly?
Or pull back?
No long debate. I chose to advance.
Retreat, and who knows when another shot like this comes.
"Yes. It's been so long since I massaged— I need to visually check your muscles first."
"Do I really need to strip that far?"
Her skeptical retort. I answered coolly.
"If it's too much, don't. I can't guarantee quality, but I'll do my best."
I moved my hands without waiting. She sat up and spoke.
"...Fine. I'll do it. Turn around."
Easier than expected. I barely contained my cheer and turned.
Rustle, rustle.
The sound of her stripping teased my ears. I pictured it vividly, waiting for her to finish.
"You can turn now."
I whipped around. There she lay, stomach-down on the bed—her flawless nude body on full display. I drank it in silently, swallowing quietly.
She'd stripped, but clearly embarrassed, she buried her face in the pillow and mumbled.
"I've gone this far, so you better do it right. If I'm not satisfied..."
"If you're not...?"
I swallowed and prompted. A bit irreverent, but in this moment, even she seemed to forget our status gap.
"Just go die outside! Hurry up and start."
As ordered, I began slowly. With the gloves, she'd feel top-tier no matter what.
I craved her moon-like ass first, but that'd backfire. I started properly at her shoulders.
"Hngh~!"
Just touching her shoulders drew a soft moan. They were rock-hard.
"Pretty tense. Regular prep stretches are key to loosening muscles in advance..."
"Shut up and massage."
She cut me off mid-sentence. Trying to mask her nude embarrassment with bravado, probably. I focused.
Just kneading her shoulders relaxed the tension. Then I massaged deeper.
Light pressure at first, building stronger. As intensity rose, so did her moans.
"Haah~! Haah~! Haaah~! Hnngh~!"
Hard to tell if this was a massage or foreplay. Gloves' magic, no doubt.
She accepted my hands on her shoulders.
About 15 minutes in, I gauged her reactions. Sweat-drenched, flushed face—satisfaction outweighed shame.
"Hnnngh...! You bastard. You're fucking amazing at this...!"
Her crude praise marked the shift. I slid downward—to her back.
"Hnnnngh~!"
No objections as I moved. She seemed to love the systematic progression.
Shoulders to back to waist. Solid 15 minutes on the waist, then I reached lower.
"W-wait!"
Just as my hands neared her ass, she barked sharply.
"What's wrong?"
"Th-that area's fine!"