Chapter 95: Big Brother, Stop Rubbing! Recite Some Sutras Instead!
Nope.
Let’s be honest here.
When was the last time I, Sang Zhe, took a shower and had someone scrub my back?
In my past life, sure, I had the bathhouse workers scrub me raw every day.
But in this life, I’m surrounded by women.
Even when Zhang Xiaoying and I took a couple’s bath together, I never bothered her for a back scrub.
It just felt awkward, you know?
Oh, and of course, that couple’s bath had other ‘main activities.’ No time for back scrubbing.
But now, watching Si Jingzhu ask Master Yu Xia to scrub her back, I felt my awkwardness levels spike.
“Uh, isn’t this a bit… wrong?” I cautiously shot a glance at Si Jingzhu.
She looked completely unfazed: “What’s the issue? Isn’t this the norm?”
“A maid scrubbing the master’s back is totally reasonable, right? This is basic stuff!”
“Or are you saying… Aunt Yu, you can’t even handle this little task?” She had that mischievous glint in her eyes.
Honestly, Si Jingzhu was pretty frustrated.
It had been a whole day.
Since the moment I, Sang Zhe, stepped out this morning, she had been trying to find fault with Master Yu Xia.
She could scold for dirty floors; if they were too clean and she slipped, she could scold for that too.
If laundry was dirty, scold! If too much soap was used and it wasted money, scold!
If she stepped out in left foot first, scold; if right foot went first, scold again.
Basically, she had tried every method possible.
If something was wrong, scold! If nothing was wrong, create problems to scold!
But still.
Each time, Master Yu Xia would remain calm, apologizing and bowing like a good little maid, repeating:
“Miss, I’m sorry. I’ll do better…”
Her attitude was so humble, it was like I didn’t even faze her.
That really ticked Si Jingzhu off.
That totally defeated the purpose of teaching her a lesson, right?
After racking her brain, she still couldn’t come up with a solid plan to break her defenses.
Until moments ago, when I walked into the bathroom.
Suddenly, a glorious scene popped into Si Jingzhu’s mind.
For some reason, the moment she saw me, her inspiration exploded.
Countless brilliant ideas began to flood her thoughts.
First up: “You really don’t know how to scrub a back?”
With a tinge of mockery, she lightly covered her mouth and said in a teasing tone, “Oh dear, isn’t this a simple task? Can’t manage that little thing? You’re really a useless little fish of a maid~”
“What’s wrong? Can’t do it? Just admit it and we can let you off easy~”
Master Yu Xia’s face flickered with hesitation.
She really had never scrubbed a man’s back.
After all, that’s a pretty intimate action, and she thought that’s the sort of thing only couples or partners do.
Besides, cultivators have protective energy, so they rarely get dirty. Scrubbing is a bit absurd.
That made sense.
But if Si Jingzhu insisted this was something a maid should do, she truly had no choice.
With furrowed brows, Master Yu Xia finally bit her lip and nodded:
“I… I understand.”
Saying that, she intended to go behind me and pick up a towel to give me a token scrub.
But, surprise surprise, Si Jingzhu’s infuriating voice rang out again:
“Who told you this is how you scrub a back?”
Huh? I was confused.
“You’re all dressed up tightly, too afraid to even get wet. How can you scrub someone’s back?”
Si Jingzhu wore that sneaky little expression, gleefully laughing: “If you’re going to scrub, you have to strip down and get in the pool!”
Master Yu Xia: “… Huh?”
Me: “… Huh???”
Wait, who told you scrubbing is done this way!
I’ve been scrubbing myself for over a decade. I can assure you! Scrubbing must be done dry! It doesn’t work in water!
Apologies! Apologize to all the bathhouse folks in the North!
But even though I was thinking all that.
Just when I was about to speak, Si Jingzhu shot me a look that silenced me.
When she looked at me with that half-squinted, teasing grin, it felt like she was mocking me:
……What? You wouldn’t enjoy having a well-endowed maid scrub your back?
That devilish look on her face sent chills down my spine.
Such a little demon, what a frightening woman.
I could practically see her tiny devil fangs peeking.
Meanwhile, Master Yu Xia was in a fierce internal struggle.
This action felt a bit too humiliating for her.
Scrubbing alone was already enough of a shame, now she needed to get naked and join me in the pool…
“What’s wrong?” The little demon began taunting again. “Can’t you bear to show your face?”
“Oh dear, I thought our Aunt Yu was the elegant and refined Master Yu Xia.”
“Bathing with a man like this, isn’t that sullying Master Yu Xia’s pristine reputation?”
Seeing her mocking gaze, Master Yu Xia suddenly trembled.
Only now did she realize she truly had no options left.
Moments later, she bit her teeth and a glint of despair flickered in her beautiful eyes.
“I… understand.”
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Amidst the swirling steam, the air heavy with humidity.
I stood there, stiff as a board, refusing to turn around, not daring to glance at Master Yu Xia.
And at that moment, she had only wrapped a towel around her, barely covering her heaving chest.
The warm steam made her fair skin blush a rosy hue, with droplets collecting in the valleys and collarbone.
Her face flushed, breathing uneven, after a moment she timidly said:
“Master, I… I’m starting to scrub now.”
“Ah… mm.”
I honestly couldn’t turn around.
The reason was simple and painfully real.
Master Yu Xia was just too… well-endowed.
In my life, I had seen many fairies with great figures.
But few could compare to Master Yu Xia, who was so eye-catching—large, creamy, and curvy.
It’s common knowledge that men’s brains are mostly… well, you know.
In this case, if I turned around, it wouldn’t just be embarrassing; it’d be catastrophic.
On the side, Si Jingzhu had her eyes glued on us, like she was capturing every moment of Master Yu Xia’s awkward, embarrassed expressions.
“Yes, just like that, get closer, come on…” she chuckled to herself, thoroughly enjoying the show.
Master Yu Xia clutched the towel, feeling shy for a while.
Eventually, with a flushed face, she slowly approached me.
Carefully, she began to wipe my back.
The pressure was just right, occasionally her delicate hand brushed against my hot skin, causing her heart to race.
So this is a young man… she couldn’t help but swallow hard.
I, too, was silently struggling.
I felt like I was worse off than her.
While she had to suppress her feelings of embarrassment,
I not only had to suppress my shame.
But also my… urges.
Forget it, let’s just recite some sutras.
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