A Master’s Tease and a Disciple’s Delight

Gurgle, gurgle…

Feiluo was blowing bubbles in the water.

She found herself in the bathhouse of the cave dwelling. The spacious bathhouse was shrouded in a hazy mist, the swirling steam filling every corner.

Immersed in the bath, Feiluo bobbed gently with the undulating currents.

Her gaze was fixed ahead, where a slender figure was bathing.

The girl first washed her hair thoroughly, then rinsed her body before finally approaching the bath.

Splash.

Moxi stepped into the bath, letting out a long sigh as the comforting warmth of the hot water enveloped her, leaving her utterly relaxed.

Noticing Feiluo’s unwavering gaze, Moxi offered a soft smile and said, “Didn’t my good disciple say she wanted to scrub my back? Could it be you’re backing out?”

A playful hint colored her tone, clearly meant to tease Feiluo.

Feiluo’s small face flushed, whether from embarrassment or the heat of the water, she couldn’t tell.

She submerged the lower half of her face, her cheeks puffed out, making her resemble a tiny pufferfish.

Seeing Feiluo’s adorable appearance, Moxi couldn’t help herself. She leaned forward and poked her cheek.

Gurgle.

A large bubble rose to the surface.

Feiluo glared at Moxi, which only drew another chuckle from her.

“Are you angry?” Moxi asked, poking Feiluo again.

“No!” Feiluo retorted, turning her head away.

By now, she had realized that all those prior events had been deliberately orchestrated by her master, solely to tease her. This realization was precisely why she looked so indignant.

Moxi edged closer to Feiluo, until the space between them was barely wide enough for a single finger. Leaning against Feiluo’s shoulder, she whispered, “Your master, you see, is quite looking forward to her good disciple scrubbing her back.”

Feiluo’s ear twitched subtly.

Moxi continued, “I thought then, ‘My good disciple has truly grown up, already showing such filial piety to her master.'”

Noticing the shift in Feiluo’s expression, Moxi’s lips curved into a slight arc as she deliberately sighed, “Alas, my good disciple is angry now, so her master won’t get to enjoy her filial devotion. It seems I’ll just have to scrub myself, all alone and lonely.”

With that, she rose from the bath and began walking towards the sauna bed.

“Wait!” Feiluo called out to Moxi.

Out of Feiluo’s sight, Moxi allowed a triumphant smile to grace her lips before quickly composing her expression and looking at Feiluo with feigned confusion.

“Uhm… I’ll help you…” Feiluo stammered, her voice barely louder than a mosquito’s buzz.

“What was that?” Moxi feigned not hearing.

“I’ll help you.” This time, her voice was slightly louder.

“What did you say, my good disciple? Louder, your master can’t hear you clearly,” Moxi urged.

“I said! I’ll help you!” Feiluo exclaimed, as if summoning all her strength for the shout.

“Then thank you, my good disciple.” Moxi gently pinched Feiluo’s soft cheek.

She handed Feiluo the scrubbing mitt, then reclined onto the sauna bed.

Feiluo gazed at the scrubbing mitt in her hand, then back at Moxi. A vague sense of unease stirred within her.

‘Have I been tricked?’

‘But I did promise to scrub my master’s back.’

‘And it’s not like she tricked me into doing anything specific, was it?’

She shook her head, dispelling the jumbled thoughts.

As she approached the sauna bed, her eyes fell upon Moxi’s smooth, fair, and flawlessly delicate back, causing Feiluo to unconsciously swallow. She quickly averted her gaze, shifting her attention to the task of scrubbing.

Feiluo applied some bath milk to Moxi’s back, then placed the mitt upon it and began to rub.

‘So smooth.’

This was Feiluo’s initial sensation. Immediately after, a sensation both soft and resilient met her touch, making her reluctant to let go.

Involuntarily, she quickened her pace.

“Mmm~”

Feeling her disciple’s ministrations on her back, a wave of blissful tingling surged through her, causing Moxi to let out an involuntary hum. Only after the sound escaped did she inwardly curse her carelessness and quickly glance at Feiluo.

Sure enough.

Feiluo, much like a child who had discovered a new toy, seemed to have stars twinkling in her eyes.

Seeing Feiluo’s expression, which practically screamed ‘Time to go all out!’, Moxi’s face stiffened, and she hastily said, “My good disciple, slow down…”

Before Moxi could finish her sentence, she felt the movements on her back intensify, the pressure growing even more pleasant.

“Wait—”

Successive waves of exhilarating pleasure interrupted her words, causing her to hum softly as her consciousness grew hazy.

‘Oh no…’

This was Moxi’s last coherent thought before she plunged into an ocean of blissful sensation.

“Master? Master? Wake up, Master!”

Moxi’s hazy consciousness was stirred awake by Feiluo’s voice.

She looked over to see Feiluo, scrubbing mitt in hand, standing with her hands on her hips and an utterly triumphant expression.

Moxi sat up, patting her cheeks to rouse herself. “Did I fall asleep?”

As Moxi asked this, she instinctively reached back to touch her own back, where the lingering sensation of blissful tingling still seemed to reside.

Hearing Moxi’s question, Feiluo puffed out her small chest, a proud look on her face, and declared, “Master, you were so overwhelmed by my superb technique that you passed out from pleasure!”

At this, Moxi rolled her eyes and said, “I told you to slow down.”

“Ehehe.” Feiluo giggled, leaning in to rub her cheek against her master’s, and cajoled, “I’ve never seen Master look like that before, you know? It was so novel, I just couldn’t help myself! Don’t be angry, Master.”

Moxi ruffled Feiluo’s hair with a helpless sigh and said, “I’m not angry, I just hope that next time you won’t be quite so intense.”

“There can be a next time?!” Feiluo exclaimed with delight, having ignored Moxi’s other words and focused entirely on the phrase ‘next time’.

“…” Moxi pinched Feiluo’s cheeks and pulled them outwards. “There can be a next time, but you’re not allowed to be so intense again!”

“I know…” Feiluo mumbled indistinctly.

After a brief playful tussle, Moxi said, “Since I’ve enjoyed my good disciple’s back scrub, it’s only proper to return the favor.”

She pointed to the sauna bed and told Feiluo, “It’s time for me to give my good disciple some enjoyment now.”

“Eh?! There’s no need for that.” Feiluo quickly waved her hands.

“Don’t worry, your master’s technique is quite good too; I guarantee my good disciple will be very comfortable,” Moxi declared confidently.

“Uhm… alright then.” Feiluo knew that if she didn’t agree this time, her master wouldn’t let the matter rest. The next time, her master might resort to more forceful methods.

And, to be honest… she was actually a little excited about her master’s technique.

Feiluo lay prone on the sauna bed, revealing her beautiful back to Moxi’s gaze. It was smooth and fair, not much different from Moxi’s own, yet Moxi’s eyes weren’t fixed on its surface, but rather drawn to a phoenix motif emblazoned on Feiluo’s back.

As she observed the phoenix soaring with outstretched wings, Moxi’s gaze deepened with meaning.

‘The mark has appeared,’ Moxi mused internally, ‘which means the time has come.’