Martial Arts Crossover: My Master is Huang Rong

Lin Xuan issued commands from time to time, as if he were training a pet that was not yet very obedient.

Gan Baobao could only suppress her anger and obey his commands, her little hands busy on his legs.

As he continued pounding, Lin Xuan said again:

"Don't just pound it, rub it too."

She had no choice but to stop punching and instead use her soft palms to press and knead his legs.

Her hands seemed so small compared to his legs. This stark contrast stirred a strange feeling within her.

She felt like Lin Xuan had described her as a docile little puppy, squatting obediently at its owner's feet, trying to please him.

The thought filled her with shame and indignation, but her body's reaction betrayed her.

As their physical contact deepened, the attraction originating from the "Yin Yang Supplementation Technique" became increasingly active within her.

She found that she not only didn't reject this contact, but actually felt a little...enjoyed?

Enjoy the feeling of being completely controlled by others, while you only need to obey.

Finally, the time it takes for an incense stick to burn has passed.

Gan Baobao was exhausted, drenched in sweat, and her arms were sore.

She raised her head, looking at Lin Xuan with her large, watery eyes, her voice carrying a hint of pleading and expectation:

"Can...can you teach me?"

Lin Xuan looked down at her pretty face, which was flushed with a charming blush due to exhaustion and shyness.

Those cherry-red lips looked especially alluring.

He smiled knowingly, reached out, and hooked her chin with his fingers.

"You did quite well today." His voice was magnetic. "However, learning martial arts isn't so easy."

"Continue to serve me like this tomorrow. I'll teach you again when I'm in a better mood."

"you!"

Gan Baobao's almond-shaped eyes widened in anger. That bastard! He actually went back on his word!

But when she met Lin Xuan's unquestionable gaze, all her anger ultimately turned into helpless submission.

She knew that the initiative was entirely in the hands of this man.

Over the next few days, this peculiar way of getting along became the norm in the courtyard.

Lin Xuan practiced his martial arts, and Gan Baobao watched quietly from the side, preparing tea and towels for him.

When Lin Xuan was resting, she would automatically go up to him and massage his body.

From initially massaging his shoulders and legs, Lin Xuan's demands became increasingly excessive.

He would have her massage his back, or even have her sit on his lap and knead his chest.

For Gan Baobao, every physical contact was a torment and a sinking experience for both body and mind.

She could clearly feel the attraction that Lin Xuan's powerful body held for her.

She could even feel certain parts of his body react strongly to her touch when she massaged him.

The scalding hardness, even through her clothes, made her blush and her heart race.

And her own body became more and more sensitive each time.

Sometimes, even a casual touch of her fingertips can send shivers down her spine, making her almost unable to stand.

She no longer resisted or complained; she simply did everything silently.

The initial shame and resentment had long been worn away by the daily intimate contact, transforming into a complex and ambiguous habit.

She seemed to have truly become Lin Xuan's personal maid, a top-notch maid who knew martial arts, had a bright and beautiful face, and a voluptuous figure.

In the morning, I prepare what he needs for his practice; in the afternoon, I help him relieve his physical fatigue; in the evening, I have dinner with him; and at night... we each go back to our own rooms.

Lin Xuan was also very discreet; aside from the daytime "training" and physical contact, he never stepped into her room at night.

This elusive control only made Gan Baobao's mind more confused.

Finally, after giving Lin Xuan another full head-to-toe massage, Gan Baobao couldn't hold back any longer.

In the past few days, she has lowered her profile to the lowest level and has been almost always obliging to requests.

She gave all the dignity and effort she felt she could, but the man never fulfilled his promise.

She knelt down beside Lin Xuan, having just finished massaging his legs with her soft, boneless hands.

She looked up at Lin Xuan, who was resting with his eyes closed, seemingly enjoying himself immensely.

A surge of pent-up resentment and anger, suppressed for several days, suddenly erupted.

"Lin Xuan!"

She stood up, hands on her hips, her full breasts heaving with excitement.

"When are you finally going to teach me?!"

Chapter 138: Technician

The air in the courtyard seemed to freeze instantly because of Gan Baobao's long-suppressed outburst.

The fragrance of roses remained, but a sense of tension had been added.

She stood there with her hands on her hips, her full breasts heaving violently with her rapid breathing.

That well-fitting emerald green dress outlined her breathtaking curves.

Her almond-shaped eyes, shimmering with moisture, were now burning with flames of grievance and anger as she glared intently at the composed man on the stone bench.

It didn't look like an angry tigress; rather, it looked more like a Persian cat that had been teased too much by its owner and finally couldn't help but extend its claws, but didn't dare to actually scratch.

She appears fierce but is actually weak and timid, which makes her endearing.

Lin Xuan slowly opened his eyes.

He wasn't angry at Gan Baobao's "insubordination," but instead enjoyed watching her unusually flustered state.

He slowly sat up straight, his gaze sweeping over her puffed-up, fair and delicate face.

Finally, a mocking smile appeared on his lips.

"Oh?"

He drew out the word, his tone full of mockery:

"You couldn't hold back anymore? I thought you were more patient."

"With such meager self-control, you think you can learn my profound martial arts?"

His words were like a bucket of cold water poured over Gan Baobao's anger. They calmed her down considerably, but also made her feel even more aggrieved.

"How...how did I lose my patience?"

She stubbornly retorted, but her voice unconsciously weakened.

"It's been several days! I've been doing whatever you say, I'll do whatever you tell me to do."

"But you...you're just playing with me! I don't think you ever intended to teach me!"

By the end, her eyes were red and her nose was slightly sore.

These past few days, she has abandoned all pride and dignity, serving him like a true maid, all for the sake of that promise to "protect her."

But he kept delaying and teasing her with ambiguous actions, making her feel like a fool.

Lin Xuan looked at her aggrieved expression, on the verge of tears, and chuckled inwardly.

This woman, who is clearly in her thirties and a mother, still looks like a young girl experiencing her first love. It's really... interesting.

"When I, Lin Xuan, speak, I always keep my word."

He stopped smiling and his expression became more serious.

Would I lie to you?

Gan Baobao didn't speak, but just stared at him with her watery eyes.

The suspicion and distrust in his eyes were written all over his face, the meaning couldn't be clearer: You're a liar! A big liar!

This silent accusation is more powerful than any vehement words.

Lin Xuan felt somewhat helpless under her gaze. He shook his head and sighed, as if lamenting that his sincere feelings had been misunderstood.

Then, he beckoned to her with his finger.

"Come here."

"What?"

Gan Baobao watched him warily, without moving. She was afraid this was some new trick he had come up with to continue teasing her.

Lin Xuan found her guarded demeanor somewhat amusing, but also a little impatient, and said:

"What else can we do? Learn martial arts! I'll teach you martial arts, do you still want to learn or not?"

"Learn! Of course we should learn!"

Upon hearing this, Gan Baobao's eyes lit up instantly.

All the grievances and defensiveness vanished in an instant.

She almost ran to Lin Xuan's side, her eagerness suggesting she was afraid he might change his mind at any moment.

Lin Xuan chuckled inwardly as he watched her attitude undergo a complete 180-degree change.

He stopped being coy and slowly took out an exquisite silk scroll from his bosom.

The scroll was wrapped in fine brocade and tied with a ribbon, making it look quite valuable.

Gan Baobao's heart jumped into her throat, and her breathing became rapid.

She knew that this small scroll contained the hope she had always dreamed of.

Lin Xuan methodically untied the ribbon and slowly unfolded the scroll.

However, when the contents of the scroll were presented to Gan Baobao, the anticipation and joy on her face instantly froze.

Instead, there was a look of astonishment and embarrassment.

Instead of the meridian diagrams or martial arts manuals she had imagined, the snow-white scroll contained portraits of women.

To be precise, they are portraits of completely naked women!

The women in the painting are in various poses, some lying down, some standing, some running, some walking, their postures graceful and lifelike.

Next to each painting were some strange symbols and lines pointing to the soles of the woman's feet.

"Why...why are you showing me this?!"

Gan Baobao's cheeks suddenly burned up, as if they had been scorched by fire.

She took a step back as if she had been electrocuted, questioning him with a mixture of shame and anger.

She never expected that what this man would take out would be... such shameless erotic pictures!

He was indeed making fun of himself!

Lin Xuan was used to her overreaction. He pointed to the painting and explained in a serious tone:

"This is the martial arts manual for that footwork technique. What else did you think it was?"

"Martial arts manual?"

Gan Baobao's eyes widened, her face filled with disbelief.

"Where...where would there be such a martial arts manual? Don't talk nonsense!"

In her mind, martial arts manuals should be things with little figures depicting meridians and filled with profound incantations.

Using nude pictures as a secret manual is unheard of and utterly ridiculous!

Believe it or not.

Lin Xuan shrugged, looking indifferent.

"Since you're not going to learn it, then forget it."