Private Miracle Doctor Chapter 2: The Critical Moment

Tang Xueyao’s face was already bright red. Even though she saw I had my eyes covered, she was still terribly nervous inside.

"Put my hand on your chest."

So she wouldn’t get suspicious or resist, I took the initiative to reach out my hand.

Tang Xueyao, her cheeks flushed, took my big hand in hers, moving it around for quite a while.

Finally, she took a deep breath and placed it right between her two peaches.

"Is it here?"

The instant we touched, I felt my whole body break out in goosebumps.

This spot was in the middle, but her chest was just too big.

With just a slight movent of my hand, I could feel a soft expanse, and her skin was as smooth as milk.

"Yes, that’s the place. Is it okay if I move a bit?"

I swallowed hard and asked politely.

Tang Xueyao’s heart skipped a beat, heat and sha pooling in her beautiful eyes, making them shimr with desire.

She couldn’t help but tease, "Zhang Yang, are you trying to cop a feel?"

"Co on, I’m just here to examine you, Ms. Tang."

My serious look made Tang Xueyao a bit less suspicious.

She bit her lip, cheeks puffed up. "Fine, but you can only move a little, that’s the most I can accept."

"Don’t worry, Ms. Tang. This is just a normal checkup."

Next, I gently massaged her chest twice and her body instantly went taut.

The scorching touch made her let out a soft moan. She quickly covered her mouth, as if not wanting to hear.

Noticing this, I got a little bolder and slid my hand over her softness.

Tang Xueyao’s whole body trembled, like she was being scratched by a cat’s paw.

Afraid to give herself away, she quickly asked, "Zhang Yang, so what’s actually wrong with ?"

I gave her chest a few light rubs. Feeling that any more would arouse her suspicion, I stopped.

"You bottle up your feelings too much. There’s so blockage, and sotis your chest hurts, right?"

"Exactly, lately my chest really does hurt a bit." Tang Xueyao nodded.

"That’s what I’m saying. And besides, if you keep all your anger inside, your energy can’t flow right, and your channels get blocked. If you don’t treat it, it could turn into a tumor."

Actually, her problem wasn’t serious. Just take so herbal dicine and relax more.

But Tang Xueyao often fought with Li Jian, so bottled-up anger was impossible to avoid.

Sure enough, Tang Xueyao got scared: "So what do I do now? I don’t want a tumor."

"Turns out I know so massage techniques that can help clear your channels, but I’ll have to touch the points around your chest."

Tang Xueyao’s beautiful eyes widened, her long lashes trembling: "You an you might have to touch my whole chest?"

"There’s no way around it. That’s how massage works. If you don’t want to do it, I know an old guy at the massage parlor."

Tang Xueyao shook her pretty head like a rattle drum. "No way, I don’t want to go to so massage shop. I’d rather..."

Seeing her stop mid-sentence, I grinned to myself: "Ms. Tang, there’s a saying, ’A doctor has a parent’s heart.’ Don’t overthink it."

"Then... you have to swear you won’t tell anyone about this."

"Alright, I swear I won’t tell a soul, or I’ll never find a girlfriend as wonderful as Ms. Tang in my life."

Tang Xueyao couldn’t help but giggle: "You, your way of swearing is so roundabout."

"It’s because Ms. Tang is just too beautiful. Anyway, can we start now?"

I couldn’t wait anymore.

"Mm!"

Tang Xueyao nodded shyly.

At that mont, I couldn’t be happier.

Afraid she’d change her mind, I didn’t wait for Tang Xueyao to get ready—I laid my hands straight on her peaches.

My burning palms and rough touch made Tang Xueyao’s whole body tremble uncontrollably.

She never expected it to feel so intense and let out a surprised cry before she could stop herself.

"Mmm, ah."

The irresistible, bone-lting sound made her want to dig a hole and hide in it.

I almost floated off the ground from pure bliss.

These amazing peaches, big and soft, changed shape in my hands however I wanted.

The sensation was just incredible—silky smooth, bouncy and firm, constantly firing up.

I kept a serious face, though: "Ms. Tang, was my technique too rough just now? Did I hurt you?"

Tang Xueyao felt like she’d been shocked—tingling and itchy, her face a bit guilty.

"It’s not that it hurt, it’s just... maybe because it’s my first ti getting a massage, it felt kind of weird."

"That’s totally normal. Don’t overthink it."

Then, I quickly stimulated her pressure points.

From ti to ti, I couldn’t help but enjoy the way her skin felt—slick like milk, amazingly resilient.

After a while, as I grew bolder, Tang Xueyao’s pretty face turned even redder, her thighs clamped tight, breath coming fast.

"Zhang Yang, are you done yet?"

"Not yet, I need a bit more ti."

But Tang Xueyao was already burning all over, an intense urge in her voice as she tried to hide it: "This can’t go on. You only have one more minute—I... I need to go to the bathroom."

"Ms. Tang, hang in there, we’re almost at the crucial point."

And in the next mont, I decided to get bold—suddenly opened my mouth and leaned in.