Feeling the rich Yin energy radiating from Lira, Lucas knew that he would need it eventually. Her energy was strong... pure. Just what he needed to advance his dual cultivation. But he didn’t want to rush things.
Instead, he leaned back comfortably in the bath, watching her closely.
"Lira," he said suddenly, his voice calm but firm. "Do you need some relaxation?"
Lira, who had been carefully scrubbing her arms with a soft sponge, froze for a moment. She turned her head slightly, blinking at him with confusion.
"My only desire is to serve you, my Lord," she answered, her voice soft but unwavering.
Lucas sighed, amused by her constant politeness and unwavering loyalty. "I already told you... you’re not my servant anymore. You’re my apprentice now."
Lira lowered her gaze, as if struggling to accept that idea. "Even as an apprentice... I will still serve you, my Lord."
Lucas shook his head with a small smirk. She’s stubborn in her loyalty. Admirable, but unnecessary. He decided not to argue with her further. Instead, he stood up from the bath, water dripping down his toned body as he stepped onto the smooth floor. He walked to the side of the chamber, covered his body with a robe and grabbed a thick, soft blanket, and spread it across the warm floor.
Lira watched him with curiosity and admiration. What was he doing?
He would have preferred a table for what he was about to do, but this would have to do for now. After smoothing out the fabric and placing a pillow at one end, he turned to her.
"Come over here, Lira. Lie down on the blanket," he instructed.
Lira’s breath caught in her throat. Was he really offering to give her relaxation? A deep blush rose to her cheeks.
"M-Master... I should be the one giving you a relaxing massage, not the other way around," she protested, her voice barely above a whisper.
Lucas arched a brow. "I insist, Lira. You’ve been working hard, and I want to help you relax. You’re a good girl... I like you."
Lira’s heart skipped a beat. He likes me? The warmth in his words, the way he said them—it made her feel something unfamiliar. For as long as she could remember, she had only been treated as a servant, as someone to be commanded. But Lucas... he treated her with care.
She lowered her head slightly. "...As you wish, my Lord."
Slowly, she stood up from the bath, her wet, white undergarments clinging tightly to her body. The thin fabric outlined every curve—her supple breasts, her toned yet soft stomach, her round, firm backside. The water dripped from her long legs as she stepped forward, hesitating slightly before kneeling down on the blanket.
Lucas had to admit, it was a sight to behold. She’s truly beautiful in her own way.
Lira lay down on her stomach, her wet hair cascading over her shoulder as she rested her cheek against the pillow. Her small hands clutched the blanket beneath her, nervous but obedient.
Lucas knelt beside her, He placed his hands gently on her shoulders, his thumbs pressing into the soft flesh. Lira tensed at first, then gradually relaxed under his touch.
His fingers moved with precision, kneading the tension from her muscles. He could feel the energy within her—strong, untouched Yin energy waiting to be drawn out.
As he worked his way down her back, pressing and stroking her delicate skin, Lira let out a soft sigh, her breathing becoming steadier. She was enjoying this.
Lucas, on the other hand, was absorbing everything about her—her scent, her warmth, her energy.
Lucas watched Lira closely, his fingers gently pressing into the soft curves of her shoulders. He truly liked her—not just as a source of Yin energy, but as a person. There was something about her purity, her devotion, her quiet strength, that pulled at him.
But he also knew she was vulnerable. She had spent her life as a servant, never really knowing true care or affection. She was used to following orders, expecting nothing in return.
Lucas took a slow breath, steadying himself. He wasn’t going to take advantage of that.
This is for her... to ease her.
He silently activated a massage spell from the Dual Cultivation Technique, weaving it into his fingers as he moved. The energy surged subtly through his hands, channeling warmth into her body. Lira shuddered slightly, her muscles tensing for a brief second before melting under his touch.
Her breath hitched.
She had never felt anything like this before. A soft, warm sensation spread through her skin, soothing yet strangely exhilarating at the same time.
"M-Master..." she murmured, almost as if she was about to ask something, but she stopped herself.
Lucas didn’t reply—he simply continued, his hands moving with controlled precision. He kneaded her shoulder muscles gently, then moved down her back, pressing firmly yet carefully along the ridges of her spine.
Lira closed her eyes. She felt safe under his touch. Her body loosened up, her breathing slow and steady, but beneath it all... there was something else.
Something new.
A quiet pleasure, unfamiliar yet intoxicating, built deep within her.
Her stomach tightened, and a strange heat pooled low in her abdomen.
She had never experienced anything like this before. She had never even been touched this way before.
And yet, it felt so good.
A faint, tingling sensation spread through her chest, reaching the very tips of her breasts. At the same time, a soft, throbbing warmth stirred between her thighs. Her body was reacting in ways she didn’t understand.
She bit her lip, suppressing a soft sound in her throat.
Lucas, still focused on the massage, felt her Yin energy beginning to stir. It was potent—untouched and pure. He knew he could tap into it if he wanted to. But he held back.
This wasn’t about rushing things.
For now, he would let her feel.
Lira’s grip on the blanket tightened slightly as the sensations deepened. Her thoughts became hazy. She didn’t know why, but she didn’t want him to stop.
She wanted more.
Lucas smirked slightly, his fingers still working over the delicate tension in Lira’s shoulders. Feeling her body slowly melting under his touch, he decided to tease her.
"Mistress Lira, would you like me to massage your buttocks as well?" He asked, his tone laced with joke.
Lira, already lost in the pleasurable warmth coursing through her body, responded without thinking. "Yes, please..."
The moment the words left her lips, her eyes widened in shock. What did I just say?!
Before she could take it back, Lucas had already shifted his position, his hands gliding lower with a slow, deliberate motion. His warm palms pressed against the soft curve of her hips before kneading into the plush flesh of her lower back and upper thighs. The sensation was unlike anything Lira had ever felt before—intense, relaxing, yet strangely electrifying. She felt a wet and tingling sensation in her pussy.
A sharp, involuntary gasp escaped her lips. "Ahn—"
She clamped her mouth shut immediately, heat rushing to her cheeks. Why did I make that sound? Her heart pounded wildly in her chest.
Lucas chuckled under his breath, clearly entertained by her reaction. His hands continued their slow, methodical movements, pressing into the tight knots of muscle while his fingertips skimmed dangerously close to sensitive areas. He could feel the subtle shift in her breathing, the way her body tensed ever so slightly before surrendering again to his touch.
She’s incredibly responsive... Lucas mused, his senses picking up the growing surge of Yin energy radiating from her. It was raw, unrefined, but powerful—a treasure for a Dual Cultivator like himself.
Lira, on the other hand, was struggling to keep her thoughts composed. Her body felt light, her limbs tingling, and an unfamiliar warmth pooled deep in her core. It wasn’t just the massage—it was something else entirely. Something about the way Lucas touched her made her body react in ways she didn’t understand.
She bit her lip, gripping the blanket beneath her fingers as another soft sigh slipped from her mouth. "M-My Lord... that feels... really good..." she admitted shyly, her voice barely above a whisper.
Lucas smirked, though his touch remained firm yet respectful. He wasn’t going to push her beyond what she was comfortable with—but at the same time, he wanted her to experience the pleasure of cultivation, the harmony between Yin and Yang energy that would strengthen them both.
For now, he would let her adjust to the sensations, let her body grow accustomed to his touch.