Chapter 34
Chapter 34
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 34
Chapter Title: [Secret Clinic] Boiling Point
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"Hah... ugh...!"
Every time he flicked one of her toes, a stifled moan escaped the woman's lips.
The small, pale foot felt beneath the thin cloth.
As he pressed firmly into the sunken spot on the sole, the Yongcheon acupoint, her toes curled around his hand like they were grasping it.
'She's still on guard.'
Tension radiated from the tips of her toes.
She was enjoying his touch, yet harboring doubts about whether this was okay.
This was where Master Heoseol's teachings came in—the principle of pain and relaxation.
"Your ankle is quite swollen. The blood has pooled downward, blocking circulation, which is why your legs feel heavy and numb."
"Hic... y-yes... Every night, my legs swell up so much..."
"I'll work it all out for you."
He slid his hand from her ankle up toward her calf.
The calf muscle, known as the gastrocnemius—what women fretted over most, where fatigue accumulated the quickest.
The smooth curve of her calf felt perfect even through the cloth.
Gripping her ankle with one hand, he swept his palm from the bottom of her calf upward with the other.
Gently, ticklishly so.
Swoosh.
"Mmm..."
A sigh of relief slipped from her lips.
Now was the moment.
"This is the Seung-san acupoint. Toxins are clumped up here."
He channeled force into his thumb and stabbed vertically into the center of her calf muscle.
Crack.
"Agh!!"
Her upper body jolted up and then flopped back down with a scream.
She tried to yank her leg away, but he held her ankle firm.
"It hurts! I said it hurts! Can't you be gentler?!"
"Stay still. I'm breaking up the stagnant blood clots. The more it hurts, the more it releases."
"Ugh..."
The woman whined about the pain, but his firm tone left her unable to argue.
He gradually eased the pressure from his thumb, spreading the knotted muscle wide with his palm.
A tingling pleasure surged in as the pain faded, blood rushing through.
"Hoo... hoo..."
"How's that? The pain's gone, and your legs feel much lighter, right?"
"...Amazing. Really... it tingles, but it's so refreshing."
The suspicion in her eyes peeled away another layer.
Pain followed by relief built trust—this guy was genuinely treating her.
'Time to move a bit higher.'
His hands traveled past her knee to her thigh.
The forbidden zone hidden beneath the cloth.
The instant his hand climbed above her knee, her thigh muscles tensed rigidly, as expected.
"W-wait a second. Not there..."
"If the inner thigh meridian is blocked, your pelvis twists. That's where your back pain starts, miss."
He reached toward the inside of her thigh.
No plunging straight in—he stopped near the adductor muscles just above her knee.
"See here? The muscle's hard as rock, isn't it?"
Squeeze.
"Hic!"
He pressed a spot with just the right amount of pain to distract her gaze.
While she focused on the ache, his palm inched upward ever so slightly.
Plump thigh flesh that wouldn't fit in one hand.
Its soft, springy texture made his groin throb, but he kept a stern expression.
'Inner thigh's too risky. Instant rejection.'
Warmth seeped through the cloth into his palm.
As he pushed his hand deeper inward, she instinctively clamped her legs, blocking him.
"Eek! S-stop! That's too deep inside!"
Predictable.
Forcing it here would ruin everything.
He released his grip as she wished.
Then, sliding back to her knee, he rubbed around the patella and casually remarked,
"Understood. We'll skip it if it's uncomfortable. Though, if the groin lymph is blocked, waste doesn't drain—skin gets dry, lower belly stays cold... Well, if you really hate it."
"S-skin gets dry?"
"Yes. Toxins rise to the face. Causes blemishes too."
To a woman, skin was life itself.
She bit her lip in conflict, then slowly relaxed her legs.
"...If it's treatment. Get on with it."
"Excuse me."
The moment permission came, he dove back in.
Before she could speak, he knifed his hand straight up the inner thigh to the groin line.
"Hngh!"
"Relax. I need to clear the lymph nodes."
Not poking with fingers—he pushed the inner thigh flesh outward with his whole palm.
His hand edge grazed perilously close to her most private spot in the process.
"Ahh... th-this feels... weird..."
"That's the toxins flushing out."
She twisted her waist, letting out an odd moan.
Sexual stimulation mixed with the cool relief of massage.
Unconsciously, she tensed her thighs again, trying to close her legs.
Instinctive defense.
Time for another distraction.
He halted at the groin, then jabbed hard into the spot just below the iliac crest with his knuckles.
Snap!
"Kyaa!"
"This is the Zuoyangmingwei meridian. Digestion's off, right?"
"Ow, it hurts! Why stab me out of nowhere?!"
"Weak stomach. Clearing this eases your gut."
Tears welled from the pain as she glared, but no doubt lingered in her eyes.
The lewd atmosphere flipped to treatment mode in seconds.
That was key.
Plant the illusion he was hunting real pain points, not groping her.
"Hoo... I can breathe now."
Languor returned as the pain subsided.
He could almost hear her defenses crumbling again.
'Now the upper body.'
Naturally, his hand rose to her abdomen.
Below the navel, the dantian—where the uterus lay.
"Your lower belly's very cold. Full of chill, like I said."
He rubbed his palms to warm them, then placed one on her lower abdomen.
"I'll circle clockwise to soothe your organs."
Round and round around her navel.
Her soft belly flesh rippled under his palm.
Definitely cold and rigid there.
All from pent-up frustration.
"Qi is badly blocked. I'll open it."
Fingers extended, he stabbed deep into her abdomen.
Poke!
"Ugh!"
"This is the Guanwon acupoint. Where vital energy gathers."
He pressed steadily, vibrating.
Not just surface pressure—resonate down to the organs.
Gradually lower, to right above the pubic bone.
The heel of his palm bore down on the pubic mound.
Firm bone texture through the soft skin.
"Hnnngh...!"
Her moans grew louder.
Worlds apart from plain belly rubbing, naturally.
Pressing right above the uterus sent vibrations deep inside.
"Feel it warming up?"
"Mmm... inside my belly... it's hot..."
"Proof the qi is circulating."
Actually, just lust boiling over.
"Haa... hoo... haa..."
Her breathing quickened, chest heaving dramatically.
What a sight.
Now, the grand finale: her breasts.
Grabbing them outright would earn a slap, obviously.
'Flank it.'
Shifting from her belly to the solar plexus, he worked between the ribs, into the intercostals.
"How's it feel?"
"Ticklish... and painful..."
"Tight intercostals make breathing hard. Loosening here expands your lungs."
Fingering between ribs like prying them apart, he edged toward her chest.
Found the Yunmun acupoint below the clavicle.
Squeeze.
"Ugh!"
Pressing hard under the collarbone, his palm naturally covered her upper breast.
Fingers on the clavicle, palm pressing the upper chest.
His palm was on her breast now, undetected.
"Haa... my chest feels... stuffy..."
"Stagnant qi. Anger bottled up, hardened like stone."
"Stagnant qi...?"
"Yes. Can't speak your mind, can't do what you want—just endure, and it clogs here."
Plausible excuse as he pressed his palm firmer.
Pectoralis major.
Under the guise of relaxing chest muscles, he kneaded the upper breast heavily.
Squish.
Overwhelming bounce through the cloth nearly flung his hand away.
'Insane. For real.'
So damn soft.
First real breast he'd touched—his groin tightened hard.
He wanted to cup them fully right then, but too soon.
Just rubbing the clavicle line with his thumb.
"Clear this, and the anger vents."
Seizing the chance, a subtle flick.
Lower palm nudged the breast proper.
"Hic!"
As she startled, he withdrew naturally.
Casually rubbing the central solar plexus with his knuckles.
The spot that tormented those with pent-up rage.
"This might hurt. Scream if you need to."
"What...?"
Crack. Crunch.
"Aaagh! It hurts! Stop!"
"Endure it! Spit out that anger or it'll rot inside! Let it out! Scream!"
"Hwaaang! Uhk, hic..."
After prolonged pressure, he released— she collapsed, drained.
Tears brimmed her eyes.
"Hoo..."
"Better? Chest feels wide open, right?"
Cool relief flooded the pain's wake.
Like heartburn dissolving—a release.
"...Yeah. Really... easier to breathe."
"But residue lingers. Anger spread to the breasts, forming lumps."
Naturally spreading his hand to cover her upper chest below the clavicle.
Pectoralis major again.
Gently massaging, soothing the prior pain tenderly.
Now pressing upper breasts drew no reaction.
Tension fully eased again.
"Loosening here shapes the chest nicely, adds bounce."
"Really?"
Her eyes sparkled at "bounce." Adorable.
Beauty bait worked any era.
"Of course. Now, opening the axillary lymph nodes."
Plunging deep into her armpit, he gripped a handful of the pendulous axillary flesh.
"This is the trash bin. Gotta squeeze and dump."
Squeeze, knead.
Kneading armpit fat, his hand edge naturally brushed her side breast.
Heavy, soft texture.
"Hahmm..."
She twitched but didn't pull away.
Not fully accepting yet, but "armpit massage" justified it.
From armpit to side breast, side to underbreast—expanding range while explaining.
"Relaxing the pectoralis minor, which supports the chest."
Cupping and lifting the breast underside, its heavy weight settled fully in his palm.
'Whoa, seriously huge.'
Volume overflowing one hand.
Lifting, lowering to savor the heft.
"Correcting to prevent sagging."
Knead, knead.
Fingers gained strength.
Not just supporting—gripping and kneading the whole breast tissue.
Body heat and softness through cloth.
Her breathing quickened again.
Too overt for "treatment."
But her mental walls had crumbled.
No protest when he'd first touched upper chest—game over then.
"Finally, clearing the Heart meridian, Xinbao."
"Wh-where's that...?"
"Chest center. The nipple."
"N-no, not there... mmph!"
"Just pressing the point. Don't think weird. Direct stimulation strengthens the heart. Tingling as it clears is normal."
"W-wait! That's too... hic!"
Her nipple had hardened ages ago.
Thumb and index pressed the areola border around the erect nipple, rubbing, circling.
Narrowing the encirclement gradually.
Pretending accident, fingertip flicked the nipple—moan burst out.
"Aahn!"
"Severely blocked qi. Feel how hard it is?"
"Th-that..."
Next, thumb and index pinched the stiff nipple, twirling.
Enough bite to sting, but her primed body fired only pleasure signals.
"Hnnngh! Mmm! Hurts, no, feels weird...!"
"Endure. Tingling? Heart responding."
"Aaahn! Haaht! No, not there...!"
"Deep breaths. Hoo, exhale."
Each finger twitch through cloth made her jerk like electrocuted.
Arms flailed, then clutched his forearm tight.
Not pushing away—begging for harder, stronger.
She was done.
"Hic... hiit..."
"Hnnngh! Doctor... I-I feel strange..."
"Normal. Treatment's going perfectly."
Chest done.
Pulling the nipple-pinching fingers long.
"Haaat... hiiiii─!"
Sharp scream, torso arched and collapsed, lower body twitching visibly.
Beneath the cloth, between her legs—visibly soaked.
She'd come lightly.
"Hah... hah... hoo..."
"How's that? Chest feel open now?"
He withdrew, asking—but she just panted wordlessly.
Breasts heaved wildly, hot breaths spilling from her lips.
"On to the next treatment."