Arata finally completed the full examination. An adult's body was far more extensive than a child's, which naturally required more time.
When it was over, he let out a quiet breath of relief.
The temptation during the process had been overwhelming.
He was skilled in medical ninjutsu, yes… but he was not a seasoned hospital medic accustomed to treating countless patients of every kind.
Facing such a situation for the first time, maintaining composure had taken real effort.
Xinglin, lying on the bed, had not fallen asleep.
The moment Arata stopped the Mystical Palm Technique, she knew the examination was over.
She was an adult...there was no way she would drift off under these circumstances.
She opened her eyes and looked at Arata, sweat covering his brow. A deep sense of emotion welled up inside her.
This man had rescued her and her daughter from despair, saved their lives, and now had carefully examined her body for lingering dangers. The debt she felt toward him was immense.
Xinglin struggled slightly as she sat up. Her entire body felt weak and numb from the examination.
"Arata…" she said softly. "Thank you. Truly."
Arata wiped the sweat from his face and waved a hand.
"It's nothing. Just something I could do easily. You can rest assured… there are no hidden issues.
Both you and Karin have recovered well. Your bodies are already within normal parameters. Daily life won't be affected at all."
He paused, then added honestly,
"You're lucky your constitution is strong. If it were someone else, recovery would have taken much longer."
Xinglin looked at him...at his calm face, at those clear black-and-white eyes.
Something seemed to settle in her heart.
She parted her lips and whispered something.
Her voice was too soft. Even with Arata's sharp hearing, he didn't catch it.
"Hmm?" Arata asked gently. "Xinglin, what did you say?"
Her gaze held an emotion so complex that Arata couldn't decipher it.
She tried again, speaking just as quietly.
Still, he couldn't hear it.
Thinking she might still be weak after the examination, Arata stepped closer and bent slightly at the waist.
"What was that? Are you feeling unwell?"
At that moment, Xinglin suddenly reached out.
Her arms wrapped around Arata's head, pulling him firmly against her chest.
Arata instinctively tensed to pull back...but then her voice reached his ears, this time perfectly clear.
"Arata… how am I supposed to repay you?"
His movements froze.
A soft fragrance filled his senses, paired with a gentle, enveloping warmth against his face. Any remaining resistance melted away.
Sensing that Arata was not rejecting her, relief and joy surfaced in Xinglin's heart.
She tightened her arms around him, feeling his breath brush against her chest, sending a strange softness through her entire body.
Arata understood her intent.
Whether it was gratitude, affection, dependence, or longing, he felt that her courage deserved an answer.
He did not straighten up. He did not retreat from the warmth holding him.
Instead, he lifted his arms and embraced her firmly in return, his body pressing forward.
He sealed Xinglin's lips with his own.
Xinglin closed her eyes and kissed him deeper, more passionately...and he matched her instantly.
Their lips moved in hungry rhythm; tongues met, curled, danced, tasting the heat and sweetness of shared breath.
When she felt the growing hardness pressing insistently against her lower belly, Xinglin's excitement flared.
She rocked her hips in slow, deliberate circles, grinding herself along his length through the thin layers of fabric.
A muffled groan vibrated against her mouth.
Arata's hands found her breasts, cupping their heavy softness through the sleepwear.
His thumbs brushed over the peaks; the nipples stiffened almost instantly beneath his touch.
He kneaded gently at first, then firmer, rolling the sensitive buds between his fingers until Xinglin whimpered into the kiss.
"Mmmh…"
She arched, offering more of herself, her hips moving faster now, chasing the delicious friction.
They broke the kiss only when air became necessary.
Arata's mouth immediately descended....licking a slow, wet path down the column of her throat, sucking lightly until faint red marks bloomed on her skin.
"Arata…" she breathed, fingers threading into his dark hair.
He continued lower, tracing her collarbone with open-mouthed kisses before tugging the thin straps of her sleepwear down her shoulders.
The fabric pooled at her waist.
Both hands claimed her bare breasts now...squeezing, lifting, thumbs flicking the dusky nipples in tight circles.
Xinglin's head fell back, lips parted on a shaky moan.
"Please… lick them…"
Arata needed no further invitation.
His tongue swirled around one stiff peak, then drew it into the wet heat of his mouth.
He sucked....firm, rhythmic....while his hand continued to torment the other, pinching and tugging until she was squirming beneath him.
"Ahh… yes… harder…"
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