Chapter 34: What Do You Want to Do to Me!

Lin Meng shuddered, jolting wide awake. From Zhao Lingshan’s tone, he could tell she wasn’t joking at all. If he couldn’t prove his claims, not only would she refuse to lend him any more money, but she might even hire someone to deal with him. Besides, he had already seen her naked body. It was too late for regrets even if he wanted to back out.

"Damn it, I just have to bite the bullet and do this!" he thought. He felt a twinge of regret, as he wasn’t entirely sure just how effective the Yin-Yang Saint Hand would be.

"Lin Meng, why haven’t you started yet?" Zhao Lingshan lay on the bed, tilting her head to look at him.

"Oh, coming," Lin Meng hurriedly walked over. Approaching the bedside, he looked at the flawless, jade-like body on the sheets and couldn’t help but secretly swallow hard. With her looks and temperament, she would easily be considered a goddess to many, even in the big city. Seeing her naked body was likely the dream of countless men.

But now wasn’t the time to dwell on such things. He cleared his throat. "Sister Lingshan, I need to check the condition down there first."

Zhao Lingshan frowned, then gently parted her tightly pressed, jade-like legs. "Go ahead and check."

Lin Meng leaned his head closer, his heart racing with nervousness. Her private area was equally beautiful—pink, tender, and crystalline, as if carved from jade, exuding a strong, feminine scent. It wasn’t exactly fragrant, but it was incredibly intoxicating. The only abnormality was that it was sealed tightly shut.

"Sister Lingshan, can I test it with my hand?" Lin Meng asked, his voice trembling and somewhat guilty.

"Suit yourself." Her attitude remained calm, but a blush quietly crept across her face.

Lin Meng swallowed hard before slowly reaching out and placing his hand over it. The incredibly soft and tender sensation made his heart violently skip a beat. After examining her for a moment, he slowly withdrew his hand and frowned slightly. Zhao Lingshan’s condition was indeed the first type of Stone Maiden, and a rather severe case at that. There wasn’t even the slightest gap to be seen.

"How is it?" Zhao Lingshan asked, feigning calmness.

Lin Meng shook his head solemnly. "Not too good. Sister Lingshan, do you rarely experience a woman’s natural desires? And if that area is touched with even a little force, does it cause a sharp, piercing pain?"

Zhao Lingshan was genuinely surprised. "That’s right. That’s exactly how it is."

"Just as I thought," Lin Meng explained. "Sister Lingshan, because this area is sealed shut, the Yin Qi in your body cannot circulate. The Yin and Yang are imbalanced, so naturally, you don’t have any desires.

"Without desire, combined with your physical constitution, your insides become extremely dry, making it very easy for you to feel pain."

Lin Meng spoke logically and eloquently, sounding just like a highly respected doctor.

Zhao Lingshan understood his explanation. "So, you are going to use a massage technique to arouse my lust, which will make that area wet and slowly open up. Is that right?"

"Exactly!" Lin Meng nodded emphatically.

"Alright then, begin." Zhao Lingshan lay flat, her heart growing a few degrees colder.

No one knew her condition better than she did. To stimulate her own desires, she had tried numerous methods in the past. For instance, she had watched adult movies, imagining herself as the female lead while stimulating her body with her own hands. She had even used female electric toys to frantically stimulate that tightly closed area. In short, she had tried stimulating every single sensitive spot on a woman’s body. But not only was it utterly useless, it only brought her pain. She simply didn’t believe that Lin Meng could make her have that kind of reaction relying purely on a massage.

Lin Meng didn’t say much else. He took a deep breath, placed his hands on Zhao Lingshan’s lower abdomen, and gently began to knead and massage. At the same time, he activated the Yin-Yang Saint Hand. The airflow from his lower abdomen surged wildly toward his hands.

After a while, he looked at her and asked, "Sister Lingshan, how does it feel?"

"My stomach just feels a bit warm. Nothing else." Zhao Lingshan shook her head, completely unfazed.

"Damn it, she really lives up to being a Stone Maiden," he thought. Not long ago, Zhang Guilan hadn’t even lasted a minute being massaged like this before she was completely consumed by lust. It seemed he needed to increase the intensity!

Gritting his teeth, Lin Meng boldly moved his hands up, placing them on her two bouncy, elastic mounds. The warm, smooth, and soft sensation almost made him groan in comfort. He then used the Yin-Yang Saint Hand, continuously kneading, rubbing, and squeezing, causing the full peaks to constantly shift in shape. As he worked, the cherry-red tips grew erect.

Feeling this physical change, Lin Meng breathed a slight sigh of relief. Being teased by a man like this, even the most chaste woman would probably turn into a seductress.

But when he glanced at Zhao Lingshan, his heart instantly turned cold. She maintained the same flat expression, watching him quietly, reminding him of Jingjing. Her gaze made him feel like a complete clown.

"Fuck! I don’t believe this!" Provoked, Lin Meng increased the force of his hands, no longer caring if he ended up hurting her. This was no longer just a medical treatment; it was a matter of a man’s dignity.

A few minutes later.

Lin Meng was panting heavily from exhaustion, his head covered in sweat. Yet Zhao Lingshan’s expression remained as composed as ever, save for a slight frown. Feeling deflated, Lin Meng slowly eased up on his movements.

"Don’t stop!" Zhao Lingshan suddenly spoke up.

"What?" Lin Meng hadn’t quite caught it.

"Don’t stop, I’m feeling something," she said, a trace of excitement bleeding into her tone.

At that moment, a faint, burning sensation had genuinely ignited within her body. Though incredibly weak, it was unequivocally real!

Lin Meng’s eyes lit up. As if pumped full of adrenaline, his hands went back to frantically kneading her soft mounds.

"Is there any other way you can stimulate me?" Zhao Lingshan frowned, feeling that this level of stimulation still wasn’t enough.

"Yes, but..."

"No ’buts’. As long as it stimulates me, you can do whatever you want to my body."

Since she had put it that way, Lin Meng no longer had any reservations. He lowered his head directly, taking one of the cherry-red peaks atop her full mounds into his mouth. As he suckled, he gently grazed it with his teeth. His free hand continuously roamed over her smooth body, trailing from her chest down to her jade-like legs, finally resting on her peach-like buttocks.

Even though it was meant to stimulate Zhao Lingshan, the taste of her fragrant, soft body was already making him lose his mind.

"Ah..."

Under such intense stimulation, the burning heat inside Zhao Lingshan finally grew distinct, and she couldn’t stop herself from letting out a delicate moan.

BOOM!

Hearing this seductive cry, Lin Meng completely lost control. Unable to restrain his inner desires any longer, he climbed onto the bed and pinned down her fragrant body.

Zhao Lingshan froze for a moment. Before she could react, her two jade-like legs were forcefully pushed apart. She hurriedly sat up, only to see a red-eyed Lin Meng pulling a scorching-hot, throbbing mass out of his pants.

SLAP!

Frightened pale, Zhao Lingshan instinctively slapped him across the face. "Lin Meng, you bastard! What are you trying to do to me?!"