Urban Romantic Divine Doctor
Chapter 45, The Sensual Treatment Process

Chapter 45: Chapter 45, The Sensual Treatment Process

Zhang Qianqian was very stubborn, believing that only her future husband could see her Qugu Acupoint and touch that sacred place.

Even menstrual pain was no big deal.

But the fact proved otherwise.

Her menstrual pain specialized in subduing all her defiance.

There it was.

When the pain struck, it felt as though her entire body was being cut with knives, and she was in unbearable agony.

When Xu Wendong turned back and reached Zhang Qianqian’s bedroom, he found her already lying on the bed, her pants pulled down to her thighs, revealing her flat Qugu Acupoint.

As for her, she covered her head with the quilt, seeming to hope that this would dissolve her inner embarrassment and shame.

"I’m starting now."

Xu Wendong said politely, then placed his right hand on the spot below Zhang Qianqian’s abdomen, just one or two centimeters further, and he would touch the sensitive bud.

Perhaps due to her martial arts training, Zhang Qianqian didn’t have any excess flesh on her body; her waist was slender, tight, and elastic.

Especially that sacred place, it exuded mystery and allure. He just glanced at it briefly, and his heartbeat quickened, his face flushed.

Because he saw Zhang Qianqian’s vulva, resembling a willow leaf, exquisite and petite.

Of course.

Willow leaves were green, but what Xu Wendong saw was incredibly pink, stirring a strong desire within him to delve deeper and explore.

Perhaps sensing Xu Wendong’s rapid breathing, Zhang Qianqian bit her silver teeth and whispered, "Xu Wendong, you’d better not have any improper thoughts about me, or I’ll gouge your eyes out..."

Before she finished speaking, Xu Wendong increased the pressure, causing Zhang Qianqian to let out a soft moan, her body tensed, making Xu Wendong shake his head in secret and leaving him at a loss for action.

"Master Zhang, you should relax, only then can I alleviate your condition. If you tense your whole body, my strength won’t reach the pathology!"

Zhang Qianqian said angrily, "Who told you to press so hard? Can’t you be a little gentler?"

The level of pain Xu Wendong applied earlier was something she had never experienced in her life.

Xu Wendong looked troubled, "I’ll try."

Xu Wendong tried to make his technique gentler, like a spring breeze brushing over a lake, creating a gentle ripple, which immediately made Zhang Qianqian feel much better.

But as time went by, she inexplicably felt a stirring and heat rise within, her mouth parched, and she even felt as if her body was aflame.

Her mind was in chaos.

As an adult, how could she not know that she experienced a physiological reaction while Xu Wendong massaged her?

This left her flustered, for although Xu Wendong had not crossed the line or touched her sensitive bud, she couldn’t help but link this to such thoughts.

She knew that if it continued, she would inevitably embarrass herself.

"Press harder," she said, her breath fragrant, hoping to use pain to stimulate her mind and break those messy thoughts.

"Oh, okay." Xu Wendong agreed obediently, adding more pressure to his massage just as he pressed down.

Originally quietly lying on the bed, Zhang Qianqian suddenly let out a high-pitched melody, her body tensing while a noticeable tremor came from her waist down.

Xu Wendong was dumbfounded, he even saw a drop of crystal slowly emerge from the willow leaf.

He was no novice, he knew very well that his massage had stimulated Zhang Qianqian.

He awkwardly wished to disappear into the ground, then said, "Well, why don’t we call it a day for the massage, and I’ll come back in a few days to help you with the treatment."

"Okay... you go... away first!" Zhang Qianqian clutched her pillow tightly, burying her face in it, afraid Xu Wendong would see her current miserable state.

Xu Wendong immediately left, heading to the well in the backyard, drew a bucket of water, washed his hands, and just as he was about to leave, a young man rushed in panic, "Miss, something’s wrong, the Li Family Martial Arts School has come to challenge us."

"What?" A flushed Zhang Qianqian, supporting herself on the doorframe, came out, her eyes full of disbelief. Qingyuan had two martial arts gyms, the Li Family Martial Arts School and Zhang Family Boxing Gym.

The Li Family Martial Arts School practiced Eight Trigrams Palm, an extremely formidable traditional Huaxian internal martial art, holding almost equal status with Tai Chi and Xing Yi Quan in the martial world.

Certainly, the Li Family Martial Arts School was sizable in Qingyuan, with hundreds of disciples; in terms of scale, the Zhang Family Boxing Gym paled in comparison.

In front of the Li Family Martial Arts School, the Zhang Family Boxing Gym was an ant without presence. Hence, upon hearing of Li Family Martial Arts School’s challenge, Zhang Qianqian was astounded.

Because usually, martial arts challenges in the martial world occurred between two equally matched schools, but Li Family Martial Arts School was incomparably stronger than Zhang Family Boxing Gym.

To put it harshly, this was akin to a tiger trampling a meek and innocent little rabbit.

It was outright slaughter!

"It must be the trouble caused by that mysterious Baji Fist expert; if not for him stirring a storm in the martial world, my Baji Fist wouldn’t gain such fame, nor would we be seen as a thorn in the side by Li Family Martial Arts School. If I ever see him, even if I can’t beat him, I’d spit in his face." Zhang Qianqian fulminated. Today, many people had come to the Zhang Family Boxing Gym, eager to enroll their children to learn martial arts.

After all, they had heard of a mysterious Baji Fist expert defeating sixty-eight masters of Black Dragon Hall single-handedly, which perfectly demonstrated the power of Baji Fist.

Initially, Zhang Qianqian was quite pleased, not expecting that the subsequent trouble would be the Li Family Martial Arts School’s challenge.

Curious, Xu Wendong asked, "Mysterious Baji Fist expert?"

Zhang Qianqian walked towards the front courtyard as she said, "Last night, a mysterious Baji Fist expert suddenly appeared in the martial world. He single-handedly defeated sixty-eight masters of Black Dragon Hall. If not for him, our Zhang Family Boxing Gym wouldn’t be targeted by the Li Family Martial Arts School."

Xu Wendong looked embarrassed.

The so-called mysterious Baji Fist expert was not mysterious at all, and he was right in front of you.

Despite that, he was curious about how last night’s event reached such fame since there were no outsiders present then.

On second thought, with the notoriety spreading, Black Dragon Hall also wouldn’t fastidiously attempt to recruit him.

As they spoke, the three of them reached the front courtyard, and Xu Wendong saw the Zhang Family Boxing Gym’s focus, Zhang Zhenlin, a man in his fifties, his physique upright, resembling a sharp longsword, and his sharp eyes sent shivers down one’s spine.

Beside him stood two young disciples; even with Zhang Qianqian and the other young man, there were only four adult disciples at the Zhang Family Boxing Gym.

As for the dozen or so boys, they stood anxiously at a distance.

Li Family Martial Arts School’s owner, Li Xiaowen, cupped his hands, his voice like a bell, "Master Zhang, the fame of Baji Fist in Qingyuan has risen considerably. I, Li, am here to seek guidance, and I hope you will generously instruct me. If my skills fall short, I am willing to withdraw from Qingyuan!"

At his words, Zhang Zhenlin’s face immediately changed. It was mere sparring, yet he mentioned that if defeated, he would leave Qingyuan—was he seeking a fight to the death?