With her soles gripped tightly in Faen's hands and pressed into with immense force, Tristana, who had been dazedly enjoying the sensation of the rushing water washing over her body, was caught completely off guard and cried out loudly on the spot.
"It hurts!"
As she spoke, Tristana yanked her feet back. She then looked at Faen nervously and reiterated, "It really hurts!!"
Her whole body had been feeling incredibly comfortable, but Faen's sudden deep press, combined with being enveloped in hot water, made all the previous comfort seem to instantly transform into dense, prickling pain that shot up from the acupressure points on her soles.
Staring pleadingly at Faen, Tristana was in so much pain that her toes curled up, her soles tensed as stiff and hard as stone slabs.
But Faen didn't stop. He simply went about manipulating Tristana's little feet, shifting his attention from her soles to the tops of her feet, and then up to her calves.
"Pain means the blood and qi are stagnant. Don't be nervous. Once it's kneaded out, it won't hurt nearly as much."
Accompanied by Faen's words, Tristana could actually feel distinct waves of warmth radiating from the deeply massaged spots on her soles after the initial pain passed.
It felt exactly like a frustrating, dead knot had suddenly been untied. An indescribable sense of relief made Tristana feel her little feet become so comfortable and relaxed, it was almost as if she were floating on air.
This made Tristana realize that Faen truly was doing this for her own good, and the tension and resistance in her eyes dissipated significantly.
However, feeling Faen's hands landing on her calf muscles—
"Gentle! Gentle!" Tristana violently tensed the tops of her feet, a thin layer of sweat instantly breaking out across her forehead.
Faen's fingertips applied exactly the right amount of force, kneading out the knotted muscles in Tristana's calves.
As the knots in the muscles were rubbed out, a wave of deep soreness surged up like the tide. But before Tristana could feel any discomfort, this soreness was slowly pushed away and dispersed by the warmth of Faen's palms.
This mixture of soreness, numbness, and sheer relief made Tristana unable to resist biting her lip and letting out soft whimpers.
From her calves down to her heels, every single sore muscle was meticulously kneaded. Her delicate little feet were soaked in hot water, the stinging pain of the deep presses gradually transforming into a tingly numbness. Her feet slowly relaxed completely under Faen's palms, and without even realizing it, Tristana's curled toes began to spread out completely.
"So... comfortable... ah..."
Tristana murmured lazily, feeling as if her feet were treading on clouds, filled with an addicting sense of absolute comfort.
Faen merely chuckled lightly a couple of times, then moved his hands up to Tristana's thighs.
Unlike before, when it came to her thighs, Tristana was fully prepared to "endure the torture."
Because Tristana had already felt it during her workout—the quadriceps on the front of her thighs ached the most from the repetitive strain, and Faen definitely wouldn't just ignore them.
And facts proved Tristana right. Faen's palms immediately covered them, rubbing all the way from right above her knees up to the very root of her thighs. His force was steady and even. It was just that when he reached the roots of her thighs, he intentionally or unintentionally bumped right into the blood-engorged, swollen clitoris in the middle. This immediately provoked a reaction from Tristana; her body, lying prone on the waterbed, instinctively arched backward. Licking her lips with her little tongue hanging halfway out, a small spurt of water splashed right out from her deeply shamed flowery valley.
She thought Faen would definitely notice this, but sneaking a quiet glance backward, Tristana found that Faen didn't seem to care at all, maintaining an expression of absolute focus on the massage.
This made Tristana breathe a sigh of relief, but it also made her feel a bit guilty. To think her body had suddenly become this sensitive, even losing control and uncontrollably peeing everywhere... Thankfully, she was surrounded by warm, flowing water, so Faen hadn't noticed a thing.
Thinking this, Tristana debated whether she should ask him to stop right here. But before she could make a decision, Faen's palm lightly tapped against her little clitoris once again.
This time, Tristana felt an even deeper jolt than before, but having been prepared by the first time, although her tongue lolled out again, her body's movements didn't change too drastically.
With her flowery valley clenched tight, not even a drop of water splashed out. Instead, she hoarded all the pleasure and pressure within the soft flesh deep inside her valley, treating Tristana to an utterly unprecedented experience.
And facts proved that Tristana's thigh workout was indeed incredibly thorough. Even when the dead knots were kneaded out, the deep soreness was even worse than in her calves, feeling like countless tiny needles were gently pricking her.
Tristana couldn't stop herself from letting out a muffled moan, burying her head into the waterbed. Whether it was because of her sore thighs or because the tapping on her clitoris was simply too stimulating, her pretty face flushed beet red.
Especially when Faen used the pads of his fingers to press deeply into the acupressure points on her inner thighs, a wave of tingly numbness shot up, neutralizing the soreness. And while Faen used his fingers to press Tristana's inner thighs, the heel of his palm intentionally or unintentionally rubbed against the edges of her flowery valley.
This intermittent friction acted exactly like a tease, allowing Tristana to feel that immense joy, yet keeping her constantly dangling right on the edge of tasting it. It even made Tristana want to just grab Faen's hand and force him to ruthlessly bully her nether regions, so that her useless little pussy could finally get a proper, thorough relief. It would save her from being dangled like this—able to see it, able to lick it, but just unable to actually swallow it down.
However, remembering her resolve to become her instructor's best student, Tristana forcefully suppressed the burning urges in her heart.
While whimpering softly, she forced her pelvis to relax. But as Faen's palms continued to knead and massage, her perky little ass still swayed slightly, exactly like a cat being stroked the right way.
Just as the thigh massage concluded, Faen's palms followed the muscle lines straight up to her buttocks.
This caused Tristana, whose breathing had just begun to relax, to suddenly gasp for air. And just as Tristana's mind was a tangled mess of frantic thoughts, Faen suddenly withdrew his hands completely.
This made Tristana lift her head in sheer bewilderment, looking at Faen.
Although that heroic yet somewhat cute face didn't say a word, through his careful study of Tristana, Faen could sense the exact question she wanted to ask—why did he suddenly stop?
Seeing this, Faen said gently: "Your buttocks are very perky and incredibly firm, so massaging the gluteus maximus requires much deeper, more meticulous kneading. Through your pants, I probably won't be able to feel the changes in the muscle textures."
Hearing Faen's explanation, Tristana blinked, then gulped hard and asked, "Then... then what should I do?"