Dragon Race: Start with Summoning Eri Yi

Chapter 55 The sword is drawn!

"Relax the skin around your ears first."

Sakurai Kogure gently picked up the peacock feather, and turned it clockwise around Xia Mu's ear.

The kimono she wore became baggy during so many movements, and the neckline was so low that Xia Mu would be overwhelmed by the waves when he opened his eyes.

He quickly closed his eyes.

"Come on, turn over."

Sakurai Kogure didn't take it seriously, she stretched out her hand to support his cheek and twisted it slightly.

Then she picked up a medical ear-picking tool that can illuminate the ear hole, placed it next to Xia Mu's ear, and fixed it with her left hand.

The right hand picks up the bamboo ear spoon, rolls a layer of cotton on it, and slowly inserts it into the hole of Xia Mu's ear.

"sand…"

The senses in the human ear are very sensitive, and the gentle sound of ear picking is infinitely amplified, making Xia Mu's scalp numb.

"Is the strength okay? Does it hurt?"

Sakurai Kogure sat kneeling next to him, exhaling like blue.

"No, it doesn't hurt..." Xia Mu whispered.

The ear pick in his hand was still in his ear hole, so he subconsciously lowered his voice.

"Srustling... Rusting... Rusting... Chuck..."

Only when you have personally experienced ear picking can you understand the ultimate comfort.

The ear picks cooperate with medical instruments to clear out all the deposits in the ears, and then the goose down sticks and chicken feather sticks take turns to bombard the nerves of the scalp.

Of course, you need to choose a store for ear picking, and many places provide services, but without disinfection and disposable tools, ear inflammation is just around the corner.

"Buzz!"

At this time, Sakurai Kogure rang the tuning fork and lightly touched the goose down stick inserted deep.

Xia Mu suddenly twitched, like a series of electric currents pouring into the depths of his scalp.

"whee…"

Sakurai Kogure let out a fox-like laugh: "The power of the tuning fork is not bad, right?"

Xia Mu survived the first wave of raids, followed by a series of refreshing and exciting.

"All right."

Sakurai Kogure put away the ear-picking props, gently lifted Xia Mu's head and placed it on her legs, and gently massaged her head with her fingers.

Xia Mu's head was pressed against her soft abdomen, and her knees were pillowed. When she opened her eyes, there were mountains and mountains again, so she had to close them again.

Comfortable, comfortable, comfortable.

There is no other word to describe how he feels right now.

Suddenly I envy Kazama Ruri...

Behind the head, Sakurai Kogure pressed his hands on his shoulders and kneaded gently.

Then, he lightly tapped his arm, clamped each of his fingers and pulled out the sound, and clasped his fingers together repeatedly to stretch the tendons.

Although her posture is extremely ambiguous, her massage movements are very professional.

"Amazing…"

Xia Mu made a sound to divert his attention, so as not to be always disturbed by her body curve.

"I went to Thailand to study..."

Sakurai Kogure smiled softly, looking back with all sorts of amorous feelings.

"Why do you want to learn this?" Xia Mu asked.

"for…"

Sakurai Kogure froze for a moment, slightly absent-minded.

"Of course it's to please you men!"

She reacted, and a charming smile appeared on her face again.

"Oh…"

Xia Mu decided to attack in the opposite direction, and asked seemingly unintentionally: "How did you learn it? Did you learn as a teacher?"

"Well, apprentice."

A murderous look flashed unconsciously in Sakurai Kogure's eyes.

"Then your teacher must be very powerful." Xia Mu continued to guide.

Sakurai Kogure was not wary of such a blank sheet of paper, and said with a cold snort: "The teacher who taught me massage is an old man who is proficient in acupoints. He massages guests in a nightclub in Pattaya. His tongue is as long as He looks like a lizard, and his eyes look lewd when looking at women like a jackal in heat, but he has a pair of god-given hands."

"The hand given by God?" Xia Mu was puzzled.

"He invited female guests to the stage at the price of [-] baht. As long as the female guests are willing to let him massage their shoulders and backs for a few minutes, they will be rewarded with [-] baht."

Sakurai Kogure kneeled between his legs and pressed on his thigh.

"Those women who hated him felt their bodies lose their weight in his god-given hands, as if they were floating on clouds, and fell asleep in extreme relaxation."

Her tone was indifferent.

"At this time, the old masseur would kiss the cheeks and necks of the female guests, and make all kinds of obscene actions in front of the male guests who fell into the trap. After 10 minutes, he would ring the bell to wake up the female guests. Bing would thank him pleasantly, saying that he had never slept so well, and that his fatigue was gone."

Xia Mu said with some disgust: "This person is disgusting."

"Sister Xiaomu, why do you worship such a person as your teacher?" He asked.

"Xiaomu... sister?"

Sakurai Kogure was stunned for a moment, and suddenly remembered the younger brother whom he hadn't thought of for a long time, Sakurai Akira.

When she was very young, before she was rescued by that man, Akira Sakurai called her that.

"Xiaomu...Xiaomu..."

Sakurai Kogure laughed softly, this time with rare sincerity: "We are destined..."

"I used myself as a bet to learn that old guy's skills." She said softly.

"In the beginning, the old guy demonstrated on me. I couldn't help but fall asleep, and woke up to find that I had purple marks on my body."

Sakurai Kogure's tone was very calm.

"I didn't freak out or complain, and I served my teacher twice as hard," she said. "But when it was my turn to massage the old guy, the old guy always laughed like I was tickling him."

"In this way, through constant contact and constant experimentation, I can more and more imitate those hands given by God."

Xia Mu couldn't help but opened his eyes and asked, "Why do you have to pay such a big price? Is it worth it?"

Sakurai Kogure looked calm, but continued to tell.

"Finally the disarmed old guy fell asleep with my massage..."

At this moment, she raised her eyes and glanced at Xia Mu: "Then, I cut off the old guy's neck..."

"He paid the price for molesting me with his life. He never knew what kind of person he offended."

Accompanied by such words, and the gorgeous blood-red kimono, Sakurai Kogure is like a poppy flower, beautiful but with deadly poison.

"Is it worth it?" Xia Mu asked again.

Sakurai Kogure lowered her eyes and said softly, as if to her heart, "It's worth it."

Just like what I'm doing now, it's worthwhile to mainly help him.

Sakurai Kogure pulled a towel to cover Xia Mu's lower abdomen, then knelt down between his legs, gently pressing the inner soft flesh.

Xia Mu: "..."

This woman is like a moth chasing a lamp in the dark night, trying to burn herself out and prove her love to the flame.

"Stop, stop!"

Xia Mu sat up and backed away again and again.

Sakurai Kogure raised her head softly, stretched herself on the bed like a cat, and crawled towards him little by little.

"Xiaomu...what are you afraid of..."

Her every move, every word is full of temptation.

"I'm just pleasing you..."

"No one will know what happened between us..."

"You don't have to pay anything for this..."

"What you are going to..."

She suppressed Xia Mu.

"Just enjoy it..."

(End of this chapter)