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Lin Zhao Cheng ran home like a madman.
He felt his body completely out of rational control, blood coursing through his veins in a frenzy, muscles taut, heart racing wildly. His legs seemed to be driven by some stronger force, propelling him forward with a singular thought in mind—home, home, back to that Massage Chair!
His dress shoes clattered against the ground, breath coming in gasps, sweat trickling down his forehead. He had no time to care; he didn’t even stop to think about his frantic state because—
His body was on the verge of collapse, and he was desperate to sit in that chair again!
However, just as he was about to burst through the front door—
“Hey, hey, hey, Zhao Cheng!”
A voice that grated on his nerves emerged from the neighboring yard.
It was Mama Wang.
That gossiping woman, the center of all neighborhood chatter, the one who asked too many questions, was now peering out from her front door with her arms crossed, a curious look on her face. Her tone dripped with familiar nosiness: “Did you just bring something big home? It wouldn’t be anything illegal, would it? Or are you secretly bringing a woman home?”
“Damn it.”
Lin Zhao Cheng’s anger ignited in an instant.
He was already at his wit's end; the only thing that could calm him down was the Massage Chair. And this nosy woman dared to bother him at such a critical moment?!
He whipped around, his expression darkening, eyes bloodshot like a provoked beast. Gone was his usual patience; he unleashed a torrent of furious words—
“Mama Wang, have you not been laid in too long?! All you do is talk and talk! What the hell does it matter to you what I do?!”
Mama Wang’s face instantly changed, her anger boiling over as she stomped her foot and pointed at him, shouting back: “Hey! What kind of attitude is that?! Why are you speaking so rudely?! I’m just concerned about you!”
"Concern? Which of your eyes saw that I need your concern?! You spend every day gossiping, no wonder your husband left you!"
Wang Mama's eyes turned red with anger, ready to retort, but she suddenly saw Lin Zhao Cheng reveal an extremely wicked smirk. His tone dripped with sarcasm as he said,
"What are you shouting about? If you really need a man and want me to take care of you, just say it directly. No need to beat around the bush."
At these words, Wang Mama froze instantly. The insults she had prepared got stuck in her throat, her face flushed as if she had been slapped in public.
She stared blankly for a few seconds, her lips trembling slightly, her gaze flickering as if she had received a tremendous shock. Yet…
Instead of flying into a rage like usual, she displayed a strange expression.
That expression… carried a hint of embarrassment, a touch of anger, and even… a peculiar thrill?
Her breath quickened slightly, her face reddening as if it could bleed, her mouth opened as if to speak but no words came out.
"Damn! It's so noisy!"
Lin Zhao Cheng couldn't be bothered to waste more words with her. He slammed the door shut with force, causing it to bang against the frame with a loud "bang!" that made Wang Mama's heart skip a beat.
Wang Mama stood dazed in place, her lips slightly parted, as if she hadn't recovered from the impact of his earlier words.
She touched her cheek, which felt astonishingly hot, her heart racing faster than before.
"This… this damn man…"
She muttered under her breath and then found herself uncontrollably biting her lip, her eyes reflecting an indescribable emotion.
Wang Mama didn’t understand why, but it seemed she… was starting to enjoy this feeling.
Lin Zhao Cheng slammed the door shut, no longer caring about the outside world or the desires of Wang Mama. In his universe, there was only the Massage Chair!
Bang!
The door vibrated violently as the light in the living room illuminated the sturdy Deep Black Massage Chair, as if it had been waiting for Lin Zhao Cheng's return. It lay quietly in place, like a hunter's meticulously woven net, ready to embrace its prey.
"Damn it, I'm finally back!"
He couldn't wait another moment. He kicked off his shoes with force, not bothering to remove his socks. He tossed his suit jacket carelessly onto the floor and didn't even bother to unbuckle his belt. All that remained were his basic shirt and suit pants, drenched in sweat, yet he paid no mind.
His fingers trembled as he plugged it in.
The power indicator on the Massage Chair beeped to life, casting a soft orange glow on his fingertips. This made Lin Zhao Cheng's heart race even faster; in that instant of electricity flowing through, he felt a familiar thrill, like an indescribable connection.
He hadn't pressed the button yet or selected a mode, but he couldn't hold back any longer—
With a thud, he sat down.
In that moment, his body seemed to sink into a heavenly embrace.
The warm touch of the armrests, the perfect fit of his back against the cushion, the support at his waist, and the enveloping sensation around his legs—all felt… just right.
At that moment, he felt as if he had finally returned to "the right place."
"Ah—"
He sighed deeply. Even before pressing the massage button, his body began to melt away as if the chair possessed some magical power. Just sitting there allowed his muscles to completely relax; his spirit was instantly liberated, and his fatigue was swallowed whole.
Then, he pressed the button.
The massage chair emitted a low, resonant hum as the mechanical rollers began to move. The air pressure wrapping system activated, delivering a powerful yet precise force that targeted his most tense areas, like invisible hands penetrating his flesh to reach the deepest points of fatigue.
"Ugh...!" Lin Zhao Cheng couldn't help but let out a trembling moan. This sensation was unlike anything he had ever experienced—a kind of liberation that felt like a redemption from the depths of his soul.
This was not just a simple massage; it was a form of transcendence!
His muscles trembled, his nerves quivered, and his spirit shivered!
Never had a massage chair met his needs so precisely, as if it were custom-made for him, fully understanding his pain points, fatigue, and stress. It gradually dissolved and crushed them, taking them away and leading him into an unparalleled realm of comfort.
His head rested against the headrest, his eyes slightly rolled back, and an uncontrollable smile of extreme satisfaction crept across his lips. An indescribable pleasure surged from his spine to his brain, making him want to sink into this bliss forever, never to leave this chair...
Suddenly, the rollers of the massage chair began to accelerate wildly. What had been a comfortable and smooth massage transformed into a torrential storm of vigorous pressure. The force surged from deep within his back, crashing wave after wave against his nerves, bringing an unprecedented thrill!
"Damn—!!"
Lin Zhao Cheng's eyes widened in an instant, his entire being electrified by this intense pleasure. He felt frozen yet utterly unable to resist, like an animal pushed toward the abyss of ecstasy, unable to escape!
The rollers were no longer just pressing; they pounded him like a crazed beast!
"Fuck—!!! This feels so damn good!!!"
He struggled while cursing vehemently, his voice filled with an indescribable mix of emotions—this was painful, this was tormenting, but it was also pleasure that transcended everything!
It was more exhilarating than making love, even surpassing any climax he had ever experienced in his life!
His mouth was like a wild dog unleashed, spewing out every curse imaginable: "Damn it, God! How much crap have you thrown at me in this life? Finally letting me feel this good today, huh?!"
"Ancestors of the Lin family, have you all rotted away in your coffins?! Look at how your descendants are enjoying themselves now?!"
"I'm going to crush my spine today! How about dying of pleasure right here in this chair?! Damn you, God, can't stand it, huh?! Come on and strike me down?!"
He cursed until his voice was hoarse, each word erupting from his mouth as if he wanted to tear apart the heavens, the earth, and the entire world!
And the Massage Chair—did not stop!
Its rollers relentlessly pressed, kneaded, struck, and destroyed; each push felt like it was squeezing his very soul out. Each impact made him feel as if he were ascending!
This wasn't relaxation; it was ecstasy, a forbidden experience that pushed the limits of human sensation!
His body convulsed, his mouth ran wild, and he cursed to the point where he didn't even know what he was saying anymore. His mind was completely blank amidst the ultimate pleasure and torment!
This feeling was simply... like it was taking his life!
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