Chapter 357: Serving My Girlfriend's Master, I Really Am So Pure (3)
The Moon Queen reached for her teacup, wanting to wet her throat, only to find it empty.
She froze slightly.
Shia hurriedly tried to pour more tea, but found the teapot was also empty.
He immediately apologized, looking embarrassed.
"I haven't been a good host."
The Moon Queen merely waved her hand, realizing their conversation had gone on for quite a while.
"Forget it. Matters between young people aren't something I, as an elder, should interfere with too much. As long as you both are well, I'm content."
She stood up, ready to leave.
However, just as she rose, she felt a wave of dizziness.
Her movements froze, and she closed her eyes slightly, trying to ride it out.
A hand reached out just in time to steady her.
"Master, are you feeling unwell?"
Shia's voice was full of concern.
He quickly helped her sit down on the soft couch.
The cushions were soft yet supportive, gently cradling her delicate figure.
The Moon Queen waved her hand, showing a trace of fatigue.
"I'm fine. Just a bit stiff from sitting too long. I'll be alright after a rest."
"How could it be nothing? Master, these issues may seem small now, but if ignored, they'll only worsen."
Shia's tone was serious.
As Sistine's boyfriend, it was natural for him to respect and care for her master.
His actions were gentle but firm.
He pressed the Moon Queen onto the couch to lie prone.
"Master, let me help relieve your symptoms."
"Really, there's no need."
The Moon Queen instinctively tried to resist.
But Shia was insistent.
"You're Sistine's master, which makes you my master as well! Serving and caring for one's master is the disciple's duty, isn't it?"
As he spoke, he was already sitting at the edge of the bed, his hands pressing onto the Moon Queen's shoulders.
His hands were large and warm, easily encompassing her shoulders even though she was older.
His dry palms, full of warmth, gently massaged her stiff acupoints.
Shia's voice was soft and tender, matching the care of his hands.
"Master, even a Sword Saint must care for her body."
"Feeling discomfort after just sitting for a while shows you haven't been taking good care of yourself, causing your body to stiffen."
"People aren't machines; they get tired."
"Now, let me help you relax."
At first, the Moon Queen resisted.
Though she wasn't as guarded against men as her disciple was, she rarely had close contact with the opposite sex.
Now, lying in a boy's room, breathing in not just the scent of the bedding but also the faint fragrance of Shia's body, she felt very uneasy and wanted to leave.
But the moment Shia's hands landed, a tingling sensation spread from his fingertips, making her panic.
It felt good.
Too good, making her feel out of control.
"Really, there's no need... I know you're a good kid, but..."
The Moon Queen struggled weakly.
But her face was buried in the soft pillow, her body relaxed by the cushions, making resistance almost impossible.
Shia paused briefly, lifting his hands off her shoulders.
Just as the Moon Queen breathed a sigh of relief, his hands fell onto her back.
The pressure was firm but not painful.
"Don't move."
Shia's voice was stern.
The moment his hands touched her back, the Moon Queen's resistance melted away.
The perfect pressure relaxed her tight body, forcing her to surrender to his ministrations.
Shia's hands moved steadily upward, massaging rhythmically.
"Master, trust me. This won't be unpleasant."
It wasn't unpleasant at all. The Moon Queen's half-closed eyes showed she was so comfortable that her consciousness was starting to blur.
Unable to resist any longer, she began to enjoy it.
It was the first time she had physical contact with a man that wasn't through sparring.
Though she didn't fear men like her disciple did, she wasn't close to them either.
In her life, apart from her beloved disciple and a few rare friends, only the sword had been her companion.
Her only experiences with men were through sword duels.
Now, Shia wasn't sparring with her but touching her body intimately.
It felt good, but her heart swung uneasily, torn between physical pleasure and spiritual discomfort.
"Does Master usually have back pain?"
Shia's voice was calm.
Half-asleep, the Moon Queen clutched the brocade blanket, her body fully relaxed.
"Sometimes... it's a bit sore."
"No worries, I'll help you take care of it."
Speaking gently, Shia's hands slid down to her waist.
The sensitive area being touched by a man made her inner unease spike.
But her body couldn't resist his exquisite massage techniques.
Unseen by her, Shia's hands were glowing with a faint golden light, warm to the touch.
As he worked, her body relaxed even more.
In truth, this was Shia's real goal.
Using massage as a cover to infuse her body with a thin layer of divine power.
The Moon Queen's looming death was due to her contract with the Original—sacrificing lifespan for sword mastery.
Shia's divine power, though limited, could temporarily offset that cost, delaying her decline.
This wouldn't cure her, but it would buy her precious time.
The bodily discomfort she felt was also due to excessive life force consumption.
Now, as divine power seeped into her, the Moon Queen sank deeper into bliss.
The boy's warm hands kneaded her plump waist gently.
"Mmm~."
A soft moan escaped the Moon Queen's lips.
She was genuinely enjoying it!
Realizing the sound had slipped out, the Moon Queen snapped awake.
She had actually been bewitched by a junior's service and fallen into indulgence!?
Her self-control was appalling!
How could she have such lazy thoughts?
Enjoyment and neglect of training were disgraceful.
Feeling ashamed, she gathered her willpower.
"That's enough."
Resolutely, she pushed Shia's hands away and sat up.
Feeling his hands leave her body, the comforting warmth vanished too.
Her body instinctively yearned for it, but the Moon Queen forced herself to resist.
"I'm feeling much better now. Thank you."
She expressed her gratitude sincerely.
Shia smiled humbly and warmly.
"Master, no need to be so formal. Like I said, you're my and Senior's master. Serving and respecting you is natural."
The Moon Queen studied the boy in front of her, admiration deepening in her eyes.
This was the charm that made him so captivating.
She had to admit, Shia truly knew how to care for others.
Even if her first impression had been mixed, in this short time, she not only felt assured leaving her disciple to him but also genuinely grew fond of him.
As an elder, how could she not feel pleased facing such a humble, polite, gentle, and respectful boy?
No wonder the ladies at home treated him differently.
"You did well this time, but don't make a habit of it."
The Moon Queen regained her usual elegant demeanor—gentle yet distant.
Kind, but cool.
Even as she praised him, her tone remained serene.