Dragon Raja: Starting with Summoning Erii

Xia Mu made a sound to distract himself, so as not to be constantly disturbed by her body curves.

"I went to Thailand specifically to learn this..."

Sakurai Kogure smiled gently, her glance back full of charm.

"Why do we need to learn this?" Xia Mu asked.

"for…"

Sakurai Kogure paused for a moment, slightly lost in thought.

"Of course, it's to please you men!"

She realized what was happening, and a charming smile reappeared on her face.

"Oh…"

Xia Mu decided to try a different approach, asking seemingly casually, "How did you learn it? Did you have a master?"

"Yes, I'll become your apprentice."

A hint of murderous intent flashed unconsciously in Sakurai Kogure's eyes.

"Then your teacher must be very capable," Xia Mu continued to guide him.

Sakurai Kogure had no suspicion of him, a complete novice, and snorted, saying, "My massage teacher is an old man who is an expert in acupressure points. He massages customers at a nightclub in Pattaya. His tongue looks like a lizard's, and his eyes look at women with the lewdness of a jackal in heat, but he has a pair of divinely bestowed hands."

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"A divinely bestowed hand?" Xia Mu asked in confusion.

"He offered 10,000 baht to invite female guests to the stage, and they would receive 10,000 baht as a reward if they were willing to let him massage their shoulders and backs for a few minutes."

Sakurai Kogure crawled on her knees between his legs and pressed on his thighs.

"Those women who despised him felt weightless in his divine hands, as if floating on clouds, and fell asleep in utter relaxation."

Her tone was indifferent.

"At this point, the old masseur will kiss the female guest's cheek and neck, and in front of the male guests, he will make all sorts of lewd gestures to the woman who has fallen into the trap. Ten minutes later, he will ring a bell to wake the female guest up, and she will thank him with surprise, saying that she has never slept so comfortably and that all her fatigue has disappeared."

Xia Mu said with some disgust, "This person is disgusting."

"Sister Xiaomu, how could you have chosen such a person as your master?" he asked.

"Kogure... Sister?"

Sakurai Kogure paused for a moment, then suddenly remembered her younger brother, Sakurai Akira, whom she hadn't thought about in a long time.

When she was very young, before that man rescued her, Sakurai Akira called her that too.

"Xiaomu...Xiaogu..."

Sakurai Kogure chuckled softly, this time with a rare sincerity: "We're really destined to meet..."

“I’m betting myself to learn that old man’s skills,” she said softly.

"Initially, the old man demonstrated on me, and I would always fall asleep uncontrollably, only to wake up and find purplish-red marks on my body."

Sakurai Kogure's tone was calm.

“I was neither frightened nor complained, but served my teacher even more diligently,” she said. “But when it was my turn to massage the old man, he would always laugh as if I were tickling him.”

"Through constant contact and experimentation, I became more and more able to imitate those divinely bestowed hands."

Xia Mu couldn't help but open her eyes and ask, "Why pay such a high price? Is it worth it?"

Kogure Sakurai remained calm, but continued her story.

"Finally, with my massage, the old man, having lost his guard, fell into a deep sleep..."

She glanced at Xia Mu then said, "And then, I snapped the old man's neck..."

"He paid for the molestation with his life; he never knew what kind of person he had offended."

With these words and her bright red kimono, Sakurai Kogure was like a poppy—beautiful, but carrying a deadly poison.

"Is it worth it?" Xia Mu asked again.

Sakurai Kogure lowered her eyes and softly, as if speaking to her own heart, said, "It's worth it."

Just like what I'm doing now, as long as it helps him, it's all worthwhile.

Sakurai Kogure pulled over a towel and covered Natsuki's lower abdomen and below, then knelt down between his legs and gently pressed the soft flesh inside.

Xia Mu: "..."

This woman is like a moth drawn to a lamp in the dark, determined to burn herself out to prove her love to the flame.

"Stop, stop!"

Xia Mu sat up and backed away repeatedly.

Sakurai Kogure gently raised her head, stretching out on the bed like a cat, and slowly crawled towards him.

"Xiao Mu... what are you afraid of..."

Every move she made and every word she uttered was seductive.

"I was just trying to please you..."

"No one will ever know what happened between us..."

"You won't have to pay any price for this..."

"What you need to do..."

She pinned Xia Mu down.

"It's just for enjoyment..."

Chapter Fifty-Six: No!

"do not want!"

Natsuki flipped over, shoving Sakurai Kogure aside, and then shrank into a corner.

"Xiaomu..."

Sakurai Kogure felt a bit amused and exasperated.

It can only be said that people who have not experienced human affairs are better able to resist temptation. Even Kazama Ruri could not escape such a combination of attacks.

But that man was as ferocious as a wild beast; each time he came suddenly, like a storm, like a mad wolf tearing off its prey's throat and sucking its blood.

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But she was just so fascinated.

Sakurai Kogure snapped out of her daze and looked at Natsuki with a gaze somewhat like she had when she looked at her young and ignorant younger brother.

At that time, Sakurai Akira didn't understand what unstable bloodline meant; he was always happily circling around him...

And now? They can only wait to die in prison, perhaps with a chance of regaining their freedom after they turn 40.

That kind of life is not as good as fireworks that burst forth after burning to their fullest!

"Come here, let me massage your back."

Sakurai Kogure made up her mind.

Instead of launching another attack, she gently stroked Xia Mu's shoulder and helped him turn over and lie face down on the soft bed.

She gently spread her legs, knelt down at the junction of his thighs and back, and pressed her hands against his back.

"Well…"

Xia Mu was so comfortable she almost cried.

A divinely granted hand!

This is going to kill me!

He wanted to refuse, but he was now in the persona of a super soft little boy transformed by the sound of the clapper, and he had already done his best to perform.

But Sakurai Kogure's experience... was truly top-notch...

'Or... how about we have her massage my back...'

Xia Mu's bottom line unconsciously retreated, and her will was being eroded.

Throughout history, the art of seduction has proven consistently effective, and that's where its power lies.

Gradually, Xia Mu's eyelids began to droop.

"Xiaomu..."

Sakurai Kogure nestled on his back, whispering in his ear, and then poked his cheek.

Xia Mu didn't react at all.

He didn't notice one thing...

A divinely bestowed hand, with hypnotic effects.

"laugh."

Sakurai Kogure smiled smugly: "If I can't hypnotize him, surely I can hypnotize you?"

She gently turned Xia Mu over and reached out to unbutton his clothes and loosen his belt.

"You're a good child... but also an extremely wicked demon, a born member of the demon race..."

Sakurai Kogure reached out and traced the contours of Natsuki's face, unable to help but sigh, "He's so handsome, you're the most handsome man I've ever seen... Join the Oni Clan, we need you."

She took off Xia Mu's clothes.

"She looks skinny and frail, but she's got quite a figure..."

Sakurai Kogure couldn't help but pinch it and sighed softly.

"If seduction fails, then hypnotize and force yourself on me..."

She patted her smooth forehead and smiled helplessly, "How embarrassing..."

Although he said it, his hands continued to move.