Healing

Volume: 3

Title: Chapter 9 Healing

Inside the narrow carriage, a soft pink glow suffused the air, creating an intimate ambiance.

The young woman straddled his lap, her lithe, serpentine waist swaying gently. Her perfectly formed curves brushed against Ewan’s sensitive spots, while a delicate fragrance wafted through the air, stirring his senses.

Beneath her slightly disheveled attire, glimpses of pale skin repeatedly grazed his nerves, heightening the intoxicating sensation.

This should have been a sublime moment, one that would leave any man parched, heart pounding, consumed by a burning desire to plunge headlong into the sea of passion.

Yet, at this very moment, Ewan felt not a flicker of excitement. Instead, a deathly premonition buzzed incessantly in his mind, as if warning him of the grim fate of being utterly drained.

After all, having just spent hours entangled with another ‘little succubus,’ Ewan was still very much in his refractory period.

Truly, there wasn’t a single drop left.

“Th-then, Ann, now isn’t quite the right time. How about we pick this up another day?”

Ewan suggested, struggling to respond to Ann’s fervent caresses and kisses.

“Why?”

Ann panted softly.

“Does Young Master not like this? Or is it not exciting enough?”

“No, no, no, it’s exciting enough, absolutely thrilling, and I truly enjoy it.”

Ewan nodded repeatedly, then said with a strained expression, “But although it doesn’t show on the outside, I’m actually injured right now. My magic and battle qi were completely depleted in the last fight, and my stamina is almost at rock bottom. It’s really not a good time for this kind of thing.”

“Oh, is that so?”

Ann finally paused, wrapping her arms around Ewan’s neck. She gazed at him with a knowing look.

“Young Master can’t perform right now, is it truly for these reasons?”

“Of course, of course! How could I ever lie to Ann?”

Ewan nodded vigorously, his eyes as pure and sincere as an innocent child’s.

“I see…”

Ann sighed regretfully. “Then there’s nothing for it.”

Ewan let out a sigh of relief as Ann reluctantly slid off his lap.

‘It seems my life is saved.’

‘Senior plus Ann, it’s genuinely a bit much to handle.’

It wasn’t that Ewan was incapable. He considered his abilities in that regard to be quite excellent; every young woman he had been with had been effortlessly sent to cloud nine multiple times.

But these young women seemed to defy conventional understanding!

Moreover, as he had just mentioned, Ewan’s current body was indeed severely depleted. A fierce battle with the succubus, coupled with directly facing an evil god’s oppressive aura, meant some internal injuries and exhaustion wouldn’t be easily recovered.

Otherwise, he would have definitely taught this naughty maid, who enjoyed seducing her master, a good lesson!

Ewan resolved to cultivate diligently, even if he couldn’t achieve outstanding martial arts, he would at least develop a pair of indestructible kidneys!

“I’m sorry, Ann. I’ll make it up to you later.”

Ewan said apologetically.

‘Not being able to be with Ann because of Senior… it felt like I had done something wrong.’

“Hmm? Why is Young Master apologizing? And why make it up to me later? Can’t you make it up now?”

Ann tilted her head, her voice laced with confusion.

“Because…”

Ewan was about to explain, but suddenly froze.

‘N-now?’

‘What did she mean by that?’

As he pondered, Ewan suddenly saw Ann, with a perfect smile on her face, pull out an insulated container from who knew where.

As the container opened, steam billowed out, and a peculiar scent began to fill the entire carriage.

“Th-this is…”

Ewan’s voice trembled slightly as he looked at the dark, familiar-looking liquid in the container.

“Knowing Young Master’s nature, I anticipated this situation might arise, so I prepared in advance.”

Ann poured the liquid from the container into a small bowl, her tone as gentle as a wife sobering up her drunken husband.

But the meaning behind her words startled Ewan, and some forgotten memories suddenly surfaced, assaulting him.

“Is Young Master happy? This is a special ‘Ten-Ingredient Tonic’ I brewed just for you, and this time it’s an enhanced version I meticulously prepared. I even managed to get that precious dragon’s *stuff* through the Duke’s channels.”

‘Ten-Ingredient Tonic!’

‘It really was that stuff!’

Ewan’s eyes widened abruptly, and he sharply turned his head. “I won’t drink it!”

“Young Master is still so contradictory. You seemed so happy drinking it last time.”

“You forced me last time!”

“Did I?”

Ann sighed, stroking her cheek with a troubled expression. “But now I can’t bear to force Young Master anymore. I’ll just have to use some special methods.”

“Special methods?”

Ewan asked in alarm. “What special methods?”

“Why, that would be… personally feeding our temperamental Young Master his medicine.”

Ann licked her bright red lips, the blush on her pretty face growing even more delicate.

She leaned down, took a sip of the Ten-Ingredient Tonic, and mumbled, “Come, Young Master, time for your medicine.”

****

After the rather suggestive feeding process, Ewan lay on the sofa, his eyes glazed like a dead fish, beginning to digest the medicinal effects.

The Ten-Ingredient Tonic Ann brought this time wasn’t merely *that*. It contained astonishing energy from some rare ingredients she had added.

Upon consumption, Ewan’s depleted magic and battle qi rapidly replenished. The Withering King’s flames reignited, and the tonic began repairing his hidden injuries with an effect far surpassing any magical medicine.

In just a few minutes, the pallor on Ewan’s face faded, replaced by a healthy flush, especially his lips, which were now a vibrant, tender red.

Yet, Ewan couldn’t shake the feeling that he had lost something important.

“It seems the effect is good.”

After finishing the tonic, Ann observed him carefully, then smiled contentedly.

She then straddled Ewan again, her delicate body swaying suggestively.

“Shall we continue, Young Master?”

Ewan cast her a dead-eyed glance, indicating he had no desire to speak.

Although his stamina had largely recovered, refractory mode was still refractory mode. Ewan felt an emptiness within; even after being severely ‘bullied’ moments ago, he had not a single impure thought. ‘What more could she do to him?’

“Alas, it’s a pity. After that, I decided I wouldn’t drug Young Master anymore, otherwise this would be much easier right now.”

Ann said regretfully. “Since that’s the case, I can only use my own methods.”

Ann unbuttoned Ewan’s clothes, her small, tender tongue swirling on his chest.

Ewan scoffed inwardly, full of disdain.

‘Just this? I’m not the same person I used to be. This small stimulation…’

But before he could finish his defiant thoughts, he watched Ann’s tongue trail downwards.

Downwards.

Until…

Finally, as Ewan’s eyes widened like brass bells, Ann’s head gently bowed, her red lips slightly parted…

“Hiss—” Ewan gasped, nearly causing global warming with his intake of cold air.

For at that moment, amidst the gentle sway of her hair, Ann’s dignified and beautiful face, combined with her equally meticulous actions, created a stark contrast.

This delivered a heavy, brutal elbow strike directly to Ewan’s sensitive nerves.

His refractory mode instantly shattered.

“Mmm…”

The sudden change made Ann temporarily pause her actions. She looked up at Ewan from below, a coquettish glare in her eyes.

“Young Master is so naughty… so big… I can’t even take it all in…”