Evil Dragon Crazy Soldier King

Yang Fei wailed: "Spare me, please."

"Xu Zhiqing insists I'm her first love. What if I go there and she can't resist, and she ends up pressuring me? What then?"

Chen Ke wasn't having any of it, holding tightly onto Yang Fei's hand.

"Pff, you think Xu Zhiqing would fancy you? Keep dreaming, Big Head!"

"Blow your horn all you want, but work still needs to get done."

To be fair, Chen Ke had trained a bit; her small hands were soft yet strong.

In a moment of panic, she desperately clung to Yang Fei's hand.

Yang Fei chuckled, holding onto Chen Ke's hand, his thumb teasingly stroking the smooth back of her hand.

"Director Chen, your figure is quite nice, but in my opinion, this part..."

He pointed towards Chen Ke's front with a mischievous grin, winking at her.

"If it were one size bigger, it'd be perfect."

Upon hearing this, Chen Ke suddenly felt a twinge of jealousy, though she merely hummed in response.

"Why should you care whether my figure is good or not, what does it have to do with you? Nosy!"

Yang Fei beamed at her.

"Actually, I have a technique specifically for enhancing the Qi-Blood around the chest."

"If used alongside a secret ointment, making your size one number bigger would be no problem."

Truthfully, Chen Ke's chest wasn't small, but no girl would object to being bigger.

Upon hearing Yang Fei's words, Chen Ke felt intrigued.

Chen Ke shot Yang Fei a sidelong glance.

"Really? When did you become a mortal world itinerant quack?"

Yang Fei piqued Chen Ke's curiosity, but merely smiled mysteriously.

"Believe it or not, this method is exclusive, not casually shared."

Saying that, he turned away to head into the break room to sleep.

Chen Ke had taken the bait, grabbing his hand resolutely.

"What exclusive secret? Explain it clearly to me."

Yang Fei blinked as he looked at Chen Ke with a smile.

"Do you want to learn?"

Chen Ke hesitated, cheeks turning red as she nodded.

Discussing breast enhancement with this guy so early in the morning made Chen Ke a bit embarrassed.

However, having gone through so much, Chen Ke now had near-blind faith in Yang Fei's words.

Though he seemed unseemly and flippant.

Yet, Chen Ke still hadn't found a time he had deceived her.

Nothing seemed beyond his ability in this world.

Yang Fei suddenly perked up, grabbing Chen Ke's hand.

"I haven't prepared the ointment yet, but we can try the technique first."

Chen Ke saw him grinning wickedly, sensing something might be amiss.

Yet beauty is every woman's nature; she ultimately couldn't resist her curiosity.

Yang Fei pulled up a chair, offered it to Chen Ke to sit, and found a seat for himself too.

He gravely said to Chen Ke: "This technique of mine is called 'Great Contentment Massage Method.'

"The key is not just the actions but the breaths; follow me through once."

Chen Ke nodded, Yang Fei's hands gently stroked in circular motions on his chest, muttering a mnemonic chant.

"Left three circles to start, one, two, three, four, two, two, three, four..."

Seeing his earnest demeanor, Chen Ke relaxed immediately.

This guy was reliable, not playing tricks.

She followed Yang Fei, beginning to massage her own chest, eyes slightly closed.

Yang Fei, observing her technique, wasn't satisfied.

"You need to apply force, exert force."

Chen Ke glared: "Why don't you exert force?"

"Don't think I don't know what's going through your filthy mind."

Yang Fei lamented: "I'm just setting an example, it's not me who wants breast enhancement."

Chen Ke couldn't help but laugh, actually using a bit of force.

Yang Fei hummed along, his sounds making Chen Ke's cheeks flush, her eyes opening wide.

This guy, eyes half-closed, gaze dreamy, seemingly absorbed, immediately made Chen Ke embarrassed beyond words.

"What are you wailing about? To others unaware it might seem like we're..."

At this point, Chen Ke was too embarrassed to continue, her face rosy.

Yang Fei laughed heartily, maintaining a very serious expression.

"This is the chanting for breath control I'm teaching you, the technique is simple, everyone knows it."

"But we need to use the chant to channel Qi-Blood, condensing it in the chest, which is my unique secret."

Chen Ke, being extremely intelligent, immediately sensed the unspoken meaning, her face turning bright red.

Without another word, she stood up, pinching Yang Fei's waist.

"I knew you had no good intentions, is this technique learned from watching immoral movies?"

Yang Fei looked amazed: "Director Chen, you truly are a genius."

"You guessed it right too, I should have known."

"You... scoundrel, rogue!"

Chen Ke ground her teeth, twisted Yang Fei's waist in a full circle.

Her pinching technique was adept, her sharp fingers pinching Yang Fei's waist.

She pinched just a tiny bit of flesh, twisting it, causing Yang Fei to cry out in pain.

"Let go! If you don't release me, I'll resort to absolute techniques!"

As Yang Fei spoke, he glanced at Chen Ke, seemingly ready to unleash the Dragon Claw Hand at a disagreement.

Chen Ke was startled, hurriedly covering her chest and retreating.

This unruly rogue, for him, Dragon Claw Hand was as everyday as a meal.

Yang Fei, rubbing his waist, wore an aggrieved look.

"I kindly teach you a breast enhancement technique, you don't want to learn, fine, but you even question my pure motives."

"Is there no basic trust between people anymore?"

Truth be told, Chen Ke wasn't sure whether Yang Fei was being truthful.

She planned to secretly try it again away from his prying eyes.

Yang Fei, seemingly seeing through her thoughts, smiled lazily.

"You haven't learned the full technique yet, wait until you master it and continue practicing at home."

Chen Ke snorted, sat back down.

"Fine, I'll learn, but you're not allowed to make those strange sounds, or else I'll castrate you."

Yang Fei was taken aback, looking mischievously at Chen Ke.

"Could we change the punishment method, like discussing some unspoken rules instead?"

"Isn't there a saying, when there's work, the secretary does it, when there's none, you do the secretary."

"I, as the male secretary, don't mind that kind of work model, given that you're the boss..."

Chen Ke had long rushed to the corner, swinging a broom scowling.

Yang Fei waved his hands repeatedly.

"Alright, alright, I'll stop talking, let's begin."