Chapter 46

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Song Jia extended her hand, delivering a collection of pebbles swathed in freshly laundered fabric as he seized a brief respite, directing his gaze toward the expanse between Lian Rougang's chest.

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Song Jia's suspicion deepened as she narrowed her eyes at Ji Wuye. His prolonged gaze on her Senior Sister's chest did not escape her notice. However, Ji Wuye found himself with little time to address or clarify the situation, inundated as he was by insights from the Pressure Form Perfection Style.

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'CV-17 Danzhong... situated in the center of the breastbone, aligning with the nipples,' he ruminated internally.

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"Senior Sister, may I touch this area?" he politely inquired, his eyes briefly meeting Lian Rougang's, who now deliberately avoided the interaction.

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She nodded meekly, turning her face away.

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With her consent, Ji Wuye delicately positioned a polished river pebble enveloped in pristine cloth on his Senior Sister's CV-17 point, precisely at the center of her sternum, level with the nipples.

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Exerting a gentle, unwavering pressure with his fingertips, he pressed down on the pebble, simultaneously visualizing the promotion of stagnant Qi, easing its descent along the Ren Mai Meridian Pathway.

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A soft groan, "Hicc!" escaped from his Senior Sister's lips, though the applied pressure shouldn't have caused any pain.

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Observing her countenance, he discerned an expression more of surprise than discomfort. It appeared that even the most delicate touch in such areas affected gentle women profoundly.

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Not dwelling on this revelation, Ji Wuye sought only a response before proceeding with undivided focus to the subsequent steps.

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This marked the inaugural venture into acupressure in both lifetimes, an experience distinct from confronting the challenges of the Tower. A hint of nervousness lingered as he meticulously monitored his actions.

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'Now, I should roll it,' beads of sweat formed on his forehead, imparting a tingling sensation.

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As he delicately maneuvered the pebble beneath his fingertips, a hurdle presented itself.

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'…

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'The clothes…'

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The realization dawned upon him that his Senior Sister's martial robe posed a slight hindrance to the rolling motion, precisely at this juncture.

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'Should I address this or proceed regardless?' His thoughts wrestled with the decision.

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While requesting her to loosen the garment around the shoulders would be reasonable, the predicament lay in the fact that the problematic area rested between her assets. Asking her to remove the robe essentially implied a request for nudity.

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'Let's attempt it with the clothes on,' he concluded, slightly increasing the pressure. To his surprise, it worked, and he maintained a smooth rhythm.

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The objective was clear – to induce a seamless flow of qi throughout the Meridian, commencing from this central point.

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After a while, a droplet of sweat on his forehead was on the verge of descending when a gentle, sweet fragrance wafted through the air. A tender-looking hand, accompanied by a clean cloth, swiftly wiped away the beads.

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"Thanks," Ji Wuye expressed his gratitude.

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It was evident that the person rendering assistance was Song Jia, yet he couldn't spare a glance as his focus demanded unwavering attention. At the Beginner level, any missteps could jeopardize his Senior Sister or compromise her Meridians.

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Several moments elapsed after Ji Wuye rolled the pebble at CV-17, and he sensed the tension dissipate beneath his fingertips. It marked the opportune moment to proceed downstream.

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Glancing at Lian Rougang, whose complexion now sported a rosy hue, and her breaths were slightly labored, he furrowed his brow and inquired, "Are you okay, Senior Sister?"

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Her gaze, glazed with a seductive allure in this vulnerable position, lingered as she bit the corner of her lower lip. She replied, "I-I'm fine, Junior. Please hurry..." Her words trailed off, and she immediately averted her face.

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"Thank you, Brother Ji. Please continue. I'll be keeping an eye on Senior Sister from now on," reassured Song Jia, though her tone carried a hint of unusual nuance.

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Ji Wuye acknowledged their responses with a nod and offered guidance, "I will apply light pressure as I move up your neck."

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His Senior Sister nodded, taking deep breaths to further unwind her body.

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Softly trailing his fingertips along the Ren Mai Pathway, he discerned a continuous tremor in his Senior Sister's body. It was only upon reaching CV-22 Tiantu, the hollow at the base of the throat, between the laryngeal prominence and the sternocleidomastoid muscles, that he detected a reaction.

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"Ugh..." she gasped, signaling a blockage at this juncture.

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Ji Wuye acknowledged her discomfort before delicately placing another pebble and rolling it with patience.

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Continuing upward, he paused to stimulate any additional tender points. By the time he reached the base of her neck, her sporadic discomfort and sustained tension had evolved into slow, steady breaths.

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"Visualize the flow of water in your mind... Breathe slowly, allowing the fresh air to enter your nose..." Ji Wuye softly uttered these comforting words, his tone gradually lowering with each syllable.

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Only after observing his Senior Sister close her eyes did he progress to the final stage.

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Maintaining a consistent pressure at CV-17, Ji Wuye skillfully readjusted the final pebble, guiding his hands back down the now unobstructed and sleek Meridian Line.

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Finally, the obstructed energy appeared to find its unimpeded course once more.

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In that instant, his Senior Sister's eyes shot open, her body noticeably liberated from its earlier tension.

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"T-this..." Her expression bore an air of incredulity as she sat upright, her mouth slightly agape, fixing her gaze upon her Junior Brother.

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