Peach Blossom Dual Cultivation - Chapter 73: Supreme Enjoyment

“Ah, that feels nice. The pressure is just right.”

Zhou Lang hadn’t originally intended to let Yamamoto Yuki and Muto Yukiko give him a massage, but their technique was so relaxing that he couldn’t help but express his satisfaction.

Hearing his words, both Yamamoto Yuki and Muto Yukiko quietly sighed in relief and continued with the massage. They had been worried that Zhou Lang might be a moody and unpredictable master, which would make serving him extremely difficult.

After finishing with his shoulders, Muto Yukiko moved to massage his back. Her full chest pressed against Zhou Lang’s back, and he could feel the softness and elasticity of her breasts as they squished against him.

Meanwhile, Yamamoto Yuki knelt in front of Zhou Lang, massaging his legs. Her delicate hands moved along his muscular thighs, causing a spark of desire to ignite in Zhou Lang’s lower abdomen.

What do these women eat to grow such full chests? They’re as busty as dairy cows, Zhou Lang thought to himself.

“Master, it’s getting a bit warm. May I take off my outer layer?”

Yamamoto Yuki asked after a while.

“Mm.”

Zhou Lang responded with a slight nod, giving his approval.

Yamamoto Yuki, who had been wearing a white shirt, had already unbuttoned two buttons earlier. While she was kneeling, a glimpse of her snow-white cleavage had been visible. Now, she took off her shirt, revealing a tight, white tank top underneath. Though typically worn by men, Yamamoto Yuki, as a trained martial artist with a toned physique, looked exceptionally good in it. The tight fabric accentuated her curvy figure.

Having two servants like this is just too comfortable. It’s pure indulgence. I bet they’d even be willing to sleep with me if I asked, Zhou Lang thought as he closed his eyes, trying to focus on enjoying the moment. The sight of these two beautiful women was testing his self-control.

After removing her shirt, Yamamoto Yuki knelt in front of Zhou Lang again, massaging him with more effort. Her soft hands occasionally lingered near his inner thighs, causing his hormones to surge and a certain part of his body to react.

After about ten minutes, Yamamoto Yuki’s hands moved to Zhou Lang’s chest, gently massaging his firm pectoral muscles.

The ticklish, tingling sensation made Zhou Lang feel both incredibly relaxed and deeply satisfied. Meanwhile, Muto Yukiko continued massaging his back, using both her hands and chest in a manner almost resembling a sensual push-and-pull technique.

The atmosphere grew even more suggestive. The ancient saying that a man’s greatest joys were wedding night bliss and academic success paled in comparison to what Zhou Lang was experiencing at this moment. This supreme enjoyment was a rare privilege that few men could ever hope to experience.

Japanese women are truly different. They must have received this kind of training from a young age. No wonder so many men dream of marrying a woman from Japan, Zhou Lang mused. At this moment, Yamamoto Yuki and Muto Yukiko showed none of the deadly ninja aura they had displayed earlier.

“Master, we’ve massaged all the important areas. How about we help you take a bath? It’s getting late,” Yamamoto Yuki suggested after another half hour, standing timidly in front of Zhou Lang.

Zhou Lang’s heart skipped a beat. The massage had already been so sensual and tempting. If these two women joined him in the bath, with their wet bodies, he feared things might go further than they should. After all, men are often driven by their lower instincts.

“Let’s not do that. Go wake up Zhao Xiaorou instead. She’s my girlfriend. Since you two are now my servants, you should treat her as your mistress.”

After a brief internal struggle, Zhou Lang made his decision.

“Yes, Master.”

Yamamoto Yuki and Muto Yukiko responded in unison, then walked over to where Zhao Xiaorou lay unconscious. They began massaging her temples and philtrum to wake her up.

“Where… where am I?”

Zhao Xiaorou stirred a few minutes later, looking confused. The first thing she saw was Yamamoto Yuki and Muto Yukiko, leaving her unsure of the situation.

“Xiaorou, you’re at home, of course,” Zhou Lang said, walking over to her.

“Brother Lang, why are these two women still here?”

Zhao Xiaorou asked, pointing at Yamamoto Yuki and Muto Yukiko. She remembered that Muto Yukiko had knocked her out and immediately wanted Zhou Lang to capture and punish them.

“Why haven’t you caught these two and given them a good lesson?”

“Mistress, we’re sorry,” Yamamoto Yuki and Muto Yukiko quickly knelt in front of Zhao Xiaorou, pleading for her forgiveness.

“Mistress? What is going on here?”

Zhao Xiaorou was utterly confused.

“Calm down,” Zhou Lang said with a slightly awkward smile.

“This is Yamamoto Yuki and Muto Yukiko. They’re ninjas from the Iga Clan. Yamamoto Yuki’s cousin, Yamamoto Hiroshi, died at my hands, and they came to seek revenge. I’ve already dealt with them, and they’ve now become my servants. From now on, they’ll do everything I say. You are their mistress, and you can command them as well.”

“Servants? Brother Lang, you sure have quite the appetite. With these two vixen-like women in the house, who knows what might happen if I’m not around!”

Zhao Xiaorou said, slightly angry. Although the two ninja women were less beautiful than her, they were still stunning, and she didn’t feel comfortable with them staying.

“Xiaorou, what are you worried about? They don’t live here. I’ll send them away soon,” Zhou Lang said, laughing helplessly. It seemed women could get jealous anytime, anywhere.

“Fine, that’s better,” Zhao Xiaorou said, finally relaxing. She pointed at Muto Yukiko and said, “You, come here and massage my shoulders.”

“Yes,” Muto Yukiko responded sweetly and immediately began massaging Zhao Xiaorou’s shoulders.

Zhao Xiaorou initially wanted to give Muto Yukiko a hard time, as it was Muto who had knocked her out with an elbow earlier. Naturally, as a woman, she held a grudge and wasn’t going to let it slide easily.

However, Muto Yukiko’s massage was incredibly professional—better than any trained masseuse. Even if Zhao Xiaorou wanted to find fault, there wasn’t much to criticize.

“Remember, you two are just servants. When I’m not around, you’re not allowed to seduce Brother Lang. If I find out, I’ll tear your little foxy faces apart,” Zhao Xiaorou warned as she enjoyed the massage.

“Understood, Mistress.”

Yamamoto Yuki and Muto Yukiko responded nervously. They knew Zhao Xiaorou was the mistress, and if she whispered a few words into Zhou Lang’s ear, their lives could become miserable. After all, they had ingested Zhou Lang’s poison, and if he got upset and refused to give them the antidote, they’d be doomed.

“And another thing: your Mandarin is awful. You need to study it properly. The next time I see you, I don’t want your Mandarin to sound so stiff.”

Zhao Xiaorou continued nitpicking, leaving Zhou Lang speechless. It was clear that women, especially beautiful ones, had a hard time getting along with each other.