The Yellow-haired Devil, ruling the world

Being watched from behind by Ammons, Wenger felt as if he was on fire, but Ammons's gaze was not unpleasant, nor did it contain any evil thoughts.

Instead, Wenger started to have wild thoughts and evil ideas.

"Wenger, that's enough. I'll start too~"

Ammons suppressed his smile, pretended to be embarrassed and shy, and put his hand behind Wenger's back.

Ammons first massaged my shoulders through my clothes, his technique was awkward and stiff, and he was like a completely different person from when he massaged my shoulders in the restaurant before.

Wenger also noticed Ammons' nervousness and his massage skills were not fully utilized.

But Wenger was relieved. If she was the only one who was nervous and at a loss, she would have felt even more ashamed.

Now seeing that Ammons was as nervous as himself, or even more nervous than himself, Wenger felt that his self-esteem as an adult had returned.

"Amons, you don't have to be nervous, just take your time."

Slowly, Wenger regained her normal composure. She comforted Ammons in a gentle tone and encouraged him not to be nervous.

Wenger's encouragement seemed to really work, and Ammons' movements gradually became more skillful again.

But Wenger always felt that this was quite different from the time she felt in the restaurant. The current feeling didn't seem as comfortable as it was then.

Perhaps it was because of the clothes that separated the movement that Ammons found difficult to perform.

Actually, there should be no cloth getting in the way when you're massaging; just wear the part that fits your body best.

However, Ammons never mentioned this matter because he felt it was too embarrassing to bring it up.

Wenger thought to herself that since Ammons came to give her a massage, she should take the initiative and not embarrass him too much.

After all, massage is meant to relax both parties, so why be so nervous?

"Will Ammons' clothing get in the way? Do you need that?"

Wenger took the initiative to speak again, in order not to embarrass Ammons and also to give him a better massage.

"Ah."

Ammons still pretended to be young and shy and hummed but did not respond.

"Then I'll get up for a moment."

Ammons stopped what he was doing, and Wenger climbed out of the bed and turned to face Ammons.

This was a loose pajama set that could be put on without a zipper. Wenger didn't think much about it and simply moved the clothes above his head with both hands.

But Ammons in front of her stared blankly.

What a big steamed bun!

Although it was only for a moment, the accumulation of clothes on the chest outlined a more turbulent curve, almost as if it was about to burst out.

It was not until he took off all his clothes, revealing the light blue bra underneath, that Wenger realized that his previous behavior was inappropriate.

My cheeks, which had calmed down, became hot again.

But Wenger tried to comfort himself, it’s okay, Ammons is not an outsider, he is just like Anna.

Isn't it okay if Anna sees me changing clothes? So it's okay if I forget to avoid Ammons.

Wenger convinced himself in his heart, but he was still a little shy, so he quickly lay back down to cover his face.

Ammons couldn't see Wenger, but Wenger couldn't see Ammons either. At this time, the nervousness and shyness on Ammons' face completely disappeared, and his face was full of smiles.

"Then Wenger, I'm going to continue~"

Ammons placed his hand on Wenger's smooth jade-like back again. The warmth of his big hand directly touched the tender skin, causing Wenger's body to tremble slightly.

"Well, Ammons, go ahead."

Wenger replied quietly, but before she could say anything Ammons started.

This time Ammons did not hide his skills any more, and used all his strength to give Wenger a great experience for his first back massage.

This was completely different from the feeling just now. Wenger was completely unaccustomed to this intensity and couldn't help but groan.

Gentle and seductive.

Wenger also realized how embarrassing her voice was. This time she buried her head firmly in the quilt and tried not to make any sound.

But the body is honest and it is impossible for it to adapt in a short period of time.

So she buried her head in the quilt and covered her mouth with her hands, but the seductive sound still came out.

The unclear sound due to obstruction actually added a bit of romance to the atmosphere of the room.

Good, that’s awesome.

Is Ammons' massage technique so good?

This feeling...is really relaxing.

In just a moment, Wenger was completely immersed in it and couldn't extricate himself.

But the massage has just begun. Since it is a full body massage, in addition to the back, there are also the front and the bottom~

Chapter 188: After a long drought, the rain brings moisture~

Wenger has very good skin. Although he has been a ** for many years, his figure has not declined at all.

Massage is a pleasure for the person being massaged, but it is also a pleasure for Ammons who is doing the massage.

The feeling of massaging Alicia, the old loli with a busty chest, was completely different. Massaging Wenger gave Ammons an unprecedented sense of fleshiness.

This is something other girls cannot compare to.

But now I'm only massaging the back. When I reach the thighs and front, that's when I'll really feel the flesh.

However, the perfect sense of flesh when putting hands on the waist and massaging from behind is already so appealing.

Girls' waists are often extremely slim and slender. Although Wenger's waist does not look as slim as those girls, it is not thick either. Instead, it feels much better than that of girls in the hand.

Ammons massaged down along Wenger's shoulders, now reaching the place where the waist and hips meet.

Wenger was already completely addicted to the feeling of massage at this time, and did not notice that Ammons's clutches were moving towards danger step by step.

Wenger finally woke up from his dream when Ammons' palm massaged him.

"Ammons..."

Wenger subconsciously wanted to reach out to block Ammons' clutches, but now her body was powerless, and her arms were so limp that she had no strength to stop him, which instead made Ammons feel even more pleased.

"what!"

Wenger's attempt to stop him not only failed, but also caused Ammons to increase the strength of his massage.

Soft and elastic.

Ammons generously demonstrated his special massage skills, bringing the long-lost feeling of comfort to this place that had been lacking in relaxation.

Ammons' hands were already stuck in it, and there was white tenderness between his fingers.

Wenger was able to stretch out his hand to stop it at the beginning, but he only had the strength at the beginning.

The gentle lady can only lie helplessly on the bed now.

Wenger's mind was so wrapped up in comfort that he could hardly think.

This beautiful woman had been alone for who knows how long, hiding her true charm like a flower without water.

But the long-term drought ended today and it is going to rain.

Wenger has been suppressing himself for the past decade, with his body's instincts controlled by his will and suppressed by magic.

But now those defences have completely collapsed and Wenger no longer has to suppress them.

As Ammons continued massaging, he felt that it was becoming more and more comfortable, and he became more and more skilled and smoother, and slowly his palms began to feel moist.

Ammons smiled knowingly, he understood that Wenger was almost reaching his limit.

Just as Ammons expected, after a while Wenger suddenly regained consciousness from the chaos.

The feeling from his lower body made Wenger realize what was about to happen.

No!

How could I be like that in front of Ammons just because of a massage? Wouldn't that make me look like an indecent adult?

Wenger struggled hard, and Ammons couldn't even hold on for a while.

The feeling of loss after escaping from the clutches of Ammons made Wenger feel empty inside.

Her body was like a kettle about to boil and erupt, but at the last moment the fire went out, and the hot water that was about to erupt was stuck at the critical point.

Wenger couldn't describe how he felt right now, he could only say it was extremely sour and refreshing, his body's instincts kept begging to be released, but Wenger's rationality forcibly suppressed this feeling.

Fortunately, I didn't lose it in front of Ammons—

Before Wenger could completely breathe a sigh of relief, Ammons came up from behind and pressed Wenger down again.

"Wenger~ The massage is not over yet~"

Wenger was completely unprepared for Ammons' sudden attack, or rather, she was not prepared for it at all, and her body did not reject it at all, so she allowed Ammons to succeed.

The evil hand that had left came back again. Ammons curled the corners of his mouth slightly and fixed his sight on Peach Blossom Land.

Wenger then realized where Ammons was aiming, but it was too late to stop him. Wenger could only utter a short "No——"

Then the second half of the sentence was choked back by the surging feeling after touching the critical point again.

Women are made of water, and breasts are more moist than those of young girls.

Wenger, which has not been cultivated for a long time, is like a dry well. Now the appearance of Ammons has brought life to the dry well again, and sufficient water is gushing out of the well.

Wenger's body was shaking violently, and her sanity was slipping away again.

Wenger's body collapsed weakly on the bed.

At this moment, Wenger had only one thought in his mind.

I behaved like this in front of Ammons. I won’t be able to face him again!

After stabilizing, Wenger felt like dying.

She didn't even dare to raise her head to see what Ammons thought of her now.

But Ammons was not affected at all. The extra water only made his massage more conducive.

"It's okay, Wenger, this is just human nature. Now that things have come to this, let's move on. Just treat tonight as a ridiculous dream."

Ammons whispered the devil in Wenger's ear.

“There are still many places to go~”

The night is still long and the night is getting darker.

............

While Ammons and Wenger were performing the massage in a friendly manner, Anna and Loranti were staring at each other in the room.

The two of them had no idea how long they had been in a stalemate, but Anna found that even in private, she could hardly gain any advantage over Luo Landi, so she could only remain in this stalemate.

But as long as I can keep a close eye on Loranty, brother Ammons will be fine tonight.

Anna was confident that even if she didn't sleep tonight, Lolandi wouldn't have a chance to take advantage of her.

The naive little Anna never thought that Ammons would take the initiative to find his mother to give her a massage to relax.

Not only was Anna's home robbed, but she was also left without a care in the world.

It seemed that she and Luo Landi were in a stalemate here, but in fact Luo Landi had already broken away and left halfway, and the one who stayed here now was once again Daidai's clone consciousness.

At this time, Luolandi was flying leisurely around the castle, heading to the interesting places he had discovered during the day.

When passing by Wenger's room, Lolandi stopped, but she didn't dare to get too close and observe Wenger's room directly.

Others may not know, but Luo Landi can clearly sense Wenger's terrifying strength.

However, she did not dare to get close to observe the situation inside the house. Ammons in the house sensed the presence of Loranti from afar.

It seems that the massage tonight has to be accelerated, after all, a restless little guy has already started to take action.