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Lin Feng's hand rested lightly on the soft silk of Concubine Hua's robe, just above her stomach. Beneath the fabric, he could feel the gentle curve of her abdomen and the subtle rise and fall of her breath. The warmth emanating from her skin was faint but present, a gentle hum that resonated with that initial potent burst of energy he had felt before.
When his fingers inadvertently brushed against the delicate indentation of her navel, Concubine Hua's reaction was immediate and surprising. A visible tremor ran through her slender body, her eyelids fluttering slightly. Her breath hitched, and a faint gasp escaped her lips, a sound that spoke of unexpected sensation rather than pain.
Lin Feng froze, his heart skipping a beat. He had intended the touch to be a gesture of care, a prelude to the suggested gentle massage. He had not anticipated such a pronounced reaction to such an innocuous touch. He quickly withdrew his hand, his expression a mixture of concern and apprehension. "Your Ladyship? Are you alright? Did I cause you further discomfort?"
Concubine Hua remained silent for a moment, her eyes still closed, her brow slightly furrowed as if she were trying to decipher a strange sensation. Then, she slowly opened her eyes, her gaze meeting Lin Feng's with a newfound intensity. There was a subtle shift in her expression, a flicker of something beyond the polite gratitude she had shown before. A delicate blush, almost imperceptible, bloomed on her cheeks.
"No… no, young Feng," she murmured, her voice softer than before, almost a whisper. "It was not… discomfort. It was merely… unexpected." Her gaze flickered down to where his hand had been resting, then back to his face, a hint of intrigue now coloring her eyes.
Lin Feng, ever the opportunist, sensed a shift in the atmosphere. The initial tension of the situation seemed to have eased, replaced by a subtle undercurrent of… something else. After suggesting the massage, he recalled the system's notification about the favorability increase. Perhaps this unexpected reaction was another sign of a burgeoning connection, another step towards the energy source he so desired. He must tread carefully, respecting the delicate balance of palace protocols while subtly exploring this newfound dynamic.
"Your Ladyship," Lin Feng said, his voice low and soothing, "if you would permit, I could try the gentle pressing I mentioned. It might help ease the knots in your stomach." He kept his movements slow and deliberate, seeking her consent with every gesture.
Concubine Hua nodded, a silent invitation in her eyes. Lin Feng carefully placed his hands on her stomach, his palms flat against the silk of her robe. He began with gentle, circular motions, his fingers pressing lightly, following the contours of her abdomen. He focused on the area she had indicated was causing her pain, his touch respectful yet firm enough to offer some relief.
As he continued the massage, his hands gradually moved slightly lower, his fingertips occasionally brushing the lower curve of her breasts. Concubine Hua's breath hitched almost imperceptibly at these near touches, a subtle heat radiating from her body that Lin Feng could sense even through the fabric of her robe. He continued his ministrations, his movements fluid and seemingly focused on alleviating her discomfort, yet with an underlying awareness of the sensitive areas he was near.
He then shifted his focus to the lower part of her abdomen, his fingers tracing a path closer to the juncture of her thighs. With each pass, his knuckles would lightly graze the soft silk near her groin. Concubine Hua's breathing grew shallower, and a faint tremor ran through her body. He could feel the subtle clenching of muscles beneath the robe, a clear indication that his seemingly innocent massage was eliciting more than just pain relief.
Emboldened by her lack of protest and the subtle signs of her body's response, Lin Feng's touch became a fraction more deliberate. As he massaged her lower abdomen, his fingers would occasionally stray to the very edge of where her thighs met, the tips lightly brushing the warmth emanating from beneath her robe. A soft moan, barely audible, escaped Concubine Hua's lips. Her hands, which had been resting by her sides, now clutched at the silk of the divan, her knuckles white. Her head turned slightly, her eyes, though still closed, now held a hint of a different kind of tension, one that spoke of building pleasure rather than lingering pain. Her body began to writhe subtly beneath his touch, a silent testament to the unexpected sensations Lin Feng's massage was now igniting within her.
As Lin Feng's fingers continued their gentle exploration, Concubine Hua's body responded with increasing fervor. Even through the silken layers of her robe, he could feel the unmistakable hardening of her nipples, pressing against the fabric like eager buds yearning for the sun. Her breathing grew more rapid and shallow, punctuated by soft gasps that hinted at a pleasure she was trying to suppress.
The area beneath his fingertips near her groin grew increasingly warm and moist. He could sense the undeniable slickness blooming beneath the silk, a clear sign of her burgeoning arousal. Her thighs, initially still, began to shift restlessly, rubbing together with a subtle friction that mirrored the increasing tension in the air.
Encouraged by these involuntary reactions, Lin Feng's touch became a fraction more intimate. As his fingers traced a path along her lower abdomen, he subtly exerted a light pressure, his fingertips gently pressing against the damp silk near her entrance. Concubine Hua's back arched slightly off the divan, a soft moan escaping her lips, no longer even attempting to mask her pleasure.
At that moment, as his fingers made contact with the most sensitive area beneath the wet silk, Lin Feng felt a strange sensation. A subtle energy seemed to flow from his fingertips into Concubine Hua's body, a warm, tingling current that amplified her pleasure. Her writhing intensified, her moans growing louder, filled with a raw, unrestrained delight that echoed in the intimate stillness of the inner chamber. Her thighs squeezed together convulsively, her body completely consumed by the waves of sensation that Lin Feng's touch was now so expertly igniting
The subtle energy flowing from Lin Feng's fingers intensified, reaching a fever pitch. Concubine Hua's moans escalated into a series of sharp, high-pitched cries. Her body convulsed, arching off the divan in the throes of a powerful climax. Waves of pleasure washed over her, her inner muscles clenching and releasing with an incredible intensity, leaving her breathless and weak.
Slowly, her body relaxed, her limbs feeling heavy and languid. She lay back against the silken cushions, her face flushed, her chest heaving with each shallow breath. A contented sigh escaped her lips, her eyes fluttering open to gaze at the ceiling, a dazed expression in their depths.
Just then, the familiar shimmer appeared in Lin Feng's vision:
[Concubine Hua - Favorability: +15 (Profound Pleasure)] [Current Favorability: 43]
A small smile touched Concubine Hua's lips as she turned her head to look at Lin Feng, who was still kneeling respectfully beside the divan. The earlier tension in her eyes had completely vanished, replaced by a soft, almost intimate warmth.
"Young Feng," she murmured, her voice weak but carrying a newfound kindness, "your… village remedies… are surprisingly effective." She paused, considering her words. "In fact," she continued, her gaze now holding a hint of decision, "you seem to possess a… unique touch. From this day forward, you shall attend to me personally. You will be my servant, seeing to my comfort and well-being within these chambers."