Chapter 206 Pinocchio (18) Massage
When Hanunu held her down with those hands, He Yuan didn't find it anything new.
The people who used to give him massages would always gradually veer towards erotic content, and they never wore gloves.
Hanunu, on the other hand, has a lot of fur because of the werewolf. Even if she takes care to trim it every day, it will inevitably grow out and poke people.
After arriving in Pinocchio, he became the only werewolf there. It was rather strange for him to communicate with people using a pair of hairy, almost human-shaped hands.
Hanunu believes that people always have strange and peculiar quirks.
Some people are allergic to hair. If Hanunu gets close to them, it will make them dizzy and cause them to develop small red spots.
So he learned to maintain and care for himself, and to fully integrate himself into human society.
An even more sophisticated method involves hiring several etiquette instructors and sexual experts before selling a person as a pet, in order to fetch a good price. They teach these instructors how to please their future owners.
Hanunu pretended to study, but escaped halfway through and ended up in the Montor system.
Although he didn't finish his studies, he has some skills to his name.
He knew that human skin might not be able to withstand his coarse hair, so he put on gloves, gently removed the young man's clothes, applied essential oil, and massaged him according to the method he remembered.
Simple massage.
That's what Hanunu thinks.
He devoted all his knowledge to the crane and the kite.
Her fingers gently traced every inch of her skin, and her entire bare upper body exuded a sweet fragrance.
Gradually, his fingers began to move downwards.
Hanunu didn't learn this, so he decided to use the same methods he used on the place above to deal with it.
Just like the upper body, clothing also needs to be removed here.
He Yuan dozed off for a while, feeling a chill all over her body, and felt a little strange.
He carefully sensed it and discovered that Hanunu's hand was actually holding his buttocks, kneading, rotating, and occasionally patting them.
The full-length mirror in front of me reflected her current round and full figure.
The tender white and pink tips of the nipples, a few handprints left due to carelessness, and the whole body trembling from being rubbed and kneaded.
This scene definitely doesn't look like a simple massage!
Crane Kite thought it was time to go to bed.
After all, Hanunu has a high level of favorability, but they haven't known each other for long. In addition, although Hanunu's personality is somewhat unruly, he is generally a person who follows the rules—provided that he agrees with the rules.
Anyway, He Yuan felt that Hanunu didn't seem like the kind of person who was so eager for sex.
—Several people are specifically named and criticized here.
Before things escalated, He Yuan asked, "Does the massage you've learned include this?"
Unbeknownst to him, the rose essential oil and the rising temperature in the room gave his voice a touch of softness and charm.
Like countless strands of spider silk, they silently bind their prey, then lock it in and devour it.
The toxins on the spider silk lull its prey into a sweet dream until it dies.
Hanunu paused, then turned slightly to cover herself, saying, "No, I only learned the top part, but isn't the bottom part needed too?"
The lower limbs are also very important to the human body and need better massage.
Hanunu didn't finish her sentence.
Crane Kite slowly turned around, but after turning halfway, she felt it was inappropriate and returned to her original position, turning her head to observe Hanunu's expression.
What expressions can you read on a werewolf's face?
Look into his eyes. There was no desire in Hanunu's eyes; he genuinely felt that He Yuan's lower limbs also needed relaxation.
That's alright, just a reminder.
"It is necessary, but your method is wrong."
Relaxation is helpful, if only Hanunu's hand hadn't scraped against her tailbone or lumbar spine.
The werewolf wore gloves, but there were always places where his fur couldn't be covered. The coarse wolf hair poked directly into his lower back or tailbone, sending shivers down his spine.
"...Don't press these two places, understand?" He Yuan instructed.
Hanunu nodded to indicate that she understood.
Then, he placed his hand back on the pork belly.
Crane Kite awoke from her drowsy state, her sensitivity to stimuli having increased considerably.
Even though it was a proper massage, he felt like it was starting to veer off in an inappropriate direction!
He bit his wrist in embarrassment.
After the slight sound was blocked, He Yuan felt something was wrong.
What is he shy about?
Wasn't it Hanunu who caused all this? Even if it's seen, why not just say it's Hanunu's fault?
Thinking of this, He Yuan loosened her teeth, relaxed, and lay on the blanket, humming and making sounds as she pleased.
There were cries of pain and soothing whimpers.
Regardless of who it was, it brought a tremendous shock to Hanunu.
He had seen many people in movies, or people of other races, make this ambiguous sound, and it always represented a feeling.
Comfortable, or rather, refreshing.
He Yuan...did he make you feel good?
Hanunu looked at her hands in confusion, recalling the meaningful teachings of those "experts".
"The popularity of werewolves, cat people, centaurs, and so on is largely thanks to people's curiosity and thirst for novelty."
In interstellar space, those who possess great wealth, having everything they could want, will further desire immortality.
After achieving immortality, they will gradually find life boring as time goes by. Some will turn to nothingness and end their lives; others will seek out more thrilling and exotic things to sustain their emotions.
Unbeknownst to many, a group of "pet people," "animal people," and "rare species" have emerged at the interstellar auction.
The first batch of people who tried it spread the word, attracting more "buyers".
Will He Yuan also be a buyer?
Hanunu couldn't help but think about it.
His physical reactions and psychological doubts were battling each other when he suddenly asked, "Do you also crave novelty and excitement?"
After asking the question, he felt that he had "asked a question he already knew the answer to."
He Yuan was over a hundred years old. He was almost like a buyer of immortal beings at an auction, looking down on everything and picking and choosing from them.
Perhaps he hid it well, but Hanunu could still sense something.
He Yuan looked down at himself, not at eye level.
It's not a condescending gaze from a superior position, but a gaze from a higher dimension.
Unlike his ugly demeanor at the auction, He Yuan was nonchalant, as if everything was readily available to him, something he could obtain or discard at any time.
He was already past the age of death for most people, yet he still retained those clear eyes, and it didn't seem out of place for him to hang out with Mikhail and the other young people.
It was as if his century was only ten years for someone else.
But Hanunu could also smell the scent of time on Heyuan's body.
It has a refreshing aroma that is captivating, and the taste is even more unforgettable, as addictive as an addiction.
Of course.
The young man yawned, his brows relaxing. "Do you think I'm someone who prefers to stay in one corner of the world?"
The nameless passengers who boarded the Star Train all had their own aspirations, more or less.
Becoming a hero is an empty phrase, but becoming an unknown person is not; going out to explore is not. From the moment you board the train, you have already taken the first step in exploration.
Hanunu: "...Doesn't seem like it."
So if the person he likes responds to him, it's essentially a pursuit of novelty?
"What do you think I haven't seen?" He Yuan asked him. "Pursuing novelty and excitement is another way of saying exploration and challenge. Some people like to stay in the Immortal Boat Alliance and live a stable life, while others like to go out and explore, even if they die in a foreign land."
The young man's voice had a seductive quality.
He wasn't entirely right, but he had his own reasons.
Hanunu's crude categorization of him as one of those inhuman beasts was a mistake.
But all he wanted was to be seen as an equal.
Have you looked at me carefully?
Hanunu released his grip, letting his hands hang down in front of him. He squatted down in front of Heyuan, looking the young man in the eye.
Have you ever truly tried to understand me?
He Yuan chuckled softly, "Of course."
Under Hanunu's astonished gaze, the young man recounted everything the werewolf had experienced, down to the smallest detail, almost without any discrepancy.
"You really know all this...?!"
Some of these things are known only to a very small number of people. How did He Yuan find out?
He Yuan calmly closed the panel, reached out and poked the werewolf's forehead, then casually touched its ear, "Guess."
Hanunu looked up at him.
From this angle, the werewolf looks like a tamed wolfhound, exceptionally obedient and posing no threat whatsoever.
He Yuan couldn't help but rub his ear again, "You're right if you can't guess. How could I possibly tell anyone about my information channels?"
Hanunu pulled up her ears and asked, "Is Mikhail someone else?"
He Yuan immediately saw what he was thinking. "Of course, it's a channel that only I know about. How could I possibly tell anyone about such a valuable route?"
Simply put, everyone except yourself is an outsider.
Hanunu's expression stiffened. "Then you don't have anyone you trust?"
He Yuan countered, "Would you reveal your entire secret to one person?"
It doesn't matter in the game, but in reality, it's a very dangerous thing.
From a minor incident involving a smell to a major secret concerning many people, the former may cause discomfort to oneself, while the latter may implicate many others.
Does He Yuan have anyone she trusts?
If so.
When he and Jingyuan were still married, he once saved his game and told Jingyuan about his player identity and the existence of the game, observing Jingyuan's reaction.
Jing Yuan seemed to have anticipated this, but there were still some things he was unclear about.
General Shence didn't ask any further questions, only saying, "Will Xiao Yuan remember me when she's outside?"
Crane Kite's answer was—
"Of course, I like you a lot. I will definitely remember you. I might even set your photo as my screensaver so I can see it every time I open my device."
“That would be my honor,” Jing Yuan said with a smile. “But there’s no need to wait until we go out. We can set my photo as our screensaver now.”
He smiled and took the jade from He Yuan's hand, skillfully pressed his fingerprint to unlock it, and changed the young man's screen saver, wallpaper, and WeChat Moments background to his own photo.
He Yuan wasn't very careful at the time and was easily led into the trap. That night, Jing Yuan even said, "The thought that Xiao Yuan might not come back after going out makes my heart ache. Can we do it a few more times tonight?"
"It's also a way for me to have something to look forward to."
He Yuan looked at his beauty mark with a dazed expression, leaned in and kissed him, "Okay, okay, I have lots of stamina potions, I won't get tired no matter what I do!"
"Oh, really?" Jing Yuan's voice was filled with interest. "Then how about we test where the limit is?"
While he was thrusting against the young man's waist, he opened Yu Zhao's hand and smoothly asked for leave.
He Yuan was being bounced up and down by him, her eyes filled with Jing Yuan's dazzling golden pupils and fluffy hair, and all she could hear were the squeaking sounds of glue. With her back against the wall, she couldn't hear very clearly.
"Limits? What limits..."
“Of course, it’s the limit of physical strength,” Jing Yuan said, confusing the concept. “Didn’t Xiao Yuan say she had a lot of physical strength? Why don’t we try using the air?”
...Using up all your stamina?
He Yuan had no idea what lay ahead, and thought she had saved up a lot of energy but hadn't used it.
"Right, it's a waste to have excess energy, so let's give it a try... Hmm!"
Before he could finish speaking, Jing Yuan changed his strength.
Platinum blonde hair fell over He Yuan's shoulders, as if she had wandered into an empty space, with only the ambiguous sound of water remaining.
This matter ended with Jingyuan not getting a vacation.
Crane Kite's stamina potions were never used up, and General Shence's own were also not used up; the stock of both sides remained a mystery.
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Author's note: Goodnight
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