Chapter 476: Massage

Chapter 476: Chapter 476: Massage

"Tch, as if I care," Lily scoffed. Her cute, pouty expression made Owen laugh.

"Well then, I’m not giving it to you," Owen said, stifling a laugh. He mimicked her tone, acting even more pouty than she did, and started gently rubbing her earlobe instead of pinching it.

It tickled, and Lily flinched away slightly.

But Owen’s other hand shot out and clasped her waist, trapping her completely in his embrace. In that instant, an image flashed through Lily’s mind: one of those romance novel scenes with the waist-grabbing and red-eyed stares.

She couldn’t help but laugh. Owen stared at her, completely baffled. "What are you laughing at?" he asked.

Lily didn’t answer, just saying, "Let me go first." ’It’s really hard to hold back this smile.’

Owen refused to let go, pulling her even tighter. "Anyway, what are you doing here all of a sudden? Don’t tell me you missed me."

Lily replied with a perfectly straight face, "I came to a spa. Obviously, I’m here for a massage!"

"A massage? Perfect. Come on, I’ll take you upstairs and give you one myself." Owen kept his arm around her waist to help her stand steady.

He then got up and pushed open a hidden door behind him, revealing an elevator. The car was surprisingly spacious, large enough to hold about five people.

Lily shot him a surprised glare. "When did you put in a secret elevator?"

Owen pulled her inside and explained, "Just recently. It’s easier to get up and down, and this place has three floors, after all."

As the two of them stood in the enclosed space, the air suddenly fell quiet. Owen couldn’t help but inch closer to her, and then closer still.

They had been standing side-by-side, but Owen suddenly wrapped an arm around her waist and reeled her in.

Caught by surprise, Lily stumbled into his chest, and he immediately captured her lips in a firm kiss.

DING... The elevator doors slid open. Owen had Lily pinned in a corner, the two of them locked in a passionate, inseparable kiss.

Fortunately, the area outside was dimly lit, and Owen had installed the elevator in an area off-limits to customers. But Lily had no idea.

All she knew was that the elevator doors were open. Worried that someone might walk past, she grew tense and tried to push Owen away, but he seemed completely oblivious.

He mistook it for some kind of encouragement and only kissed her more intensely.

The wet sounds of their kissing filled the elevator, making Lily’s face flush and her heart race. She cautiously cracked an eye open to look outside, but all she saw was darkness.

Suddenly, Owen gave her lower lip a gentle bite. "Pay attention, Lily."

Her thoughts were pulled back to him, and she let herself be swept up in the tempest of his passion.

After a long moment, he finally released her lips. Pressing his forehead against hers, he murmured, "What are you so afraid of? Nobody ever comes this way."

Lily pushed him away, her voice a breathy, coquettish complaint. "How would I know that? Honestly, that was nerve-wracking." She was still slightly out of breath from their kiss.

Her pouty complaint was music to Owen’s ears, and he leaned in to kiss her again.

Lily saw it coming and slapped a hand over his mouth. "Kiss, kiss, kiss, is that all you think about? Hurry up and take me to get that massage."

Owen took her hand and led her out of the elevator. Only then did Lily see that the area was completely deserted. They started down a narrow corridor.

It was dark and dimly lit.

But Owen walked as if on level ground, completely unaffected by the gloom. With him leading her by the hand, Lily had no trouble keeping her footing.

This passage was a sort of back hallway that could lead to any part of the facility.

Owen led her all the way to the massage area. He seemed to listen for a moment before pushing open a door. The room inside was empty.

Two massage tables stood silently in the center of the room.

"Huh? How did you know this room was empty?" Lily asked, curious.

"Obviously. I have my own private space in every section, you know. I don’t like to share with others," Owen said. He had been holding her hand the entire time, never once letting go.

He guided her to one of the tables and had her lie down, then went to get a change of clothes for the massage. But the moment he turned away, the restless Lily sat right back up.

"Wait, you’re going to be the one giving me the massage?" Lily asked, skeptical.

Owen gave her a sidelong glance as he grabbed the clothes. "What? Don’t trust my skills? I’m a professional now, you know! I learned from the best—the old masters here."

"Ooh, impressive," Lily said, her praise dripping with sarcasm. Then, her tone turned serious. "But are you really going to be the one doing it?"

Owen answered with the utmost sincerity, "Absolutely!"

Resigned to her fate, Lily lay back down. "Fine." She had the look of someone completely at his mercy.

Owen stifled a laugh and walked over with a fresh set of clothes. It was a proper massage gown, the kind with a row of buttons down the back for easy access during the massage.

"Alright, up you get. Time to change." Owen grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her into a sitting position.

As he spoke, he reached out as if to undress her. Lily quickly clutched her collar. "Wait! I can change myself. Don’t you get all handsy."

Owen draped the gown over her head. "Fine, you change. I’ll turn around."

Lily pulled the gown off her head and watched him turn his back to her.

Only then did she take off her jacket and the sweatshirt underneath, placing them aside. She quickly stripped down to her underwear and slipped on the massage gown.

Owen obediently kept his back turned, but his hearing was sharp. The soft rustling of her clothes was a constant whisper in his ear, and his imagination was more than enough to fill in the blanks.

Lily knelt on the bed and gave the hem of his shirt a little tug. Owen turned around to face her big, shimmering eyes, which were as clear as a spring well.

His gaze drifted downward. The massage gown was a bit loose, offering a clear glimpse of the tantalizing skin just below her collarbone.

He couldn’t see everything, or even see it clearly, but that tantalizing, half-hidden view was the most seductive of all.

"Okay, you can start now," Lily said. She was just about to shift her position and lie face down, ready to enjoy his massage technique.

But men... If a man could resist in a situation like this, then pigs could fly.

Owen’s Adam’s apple bobbed. Unable to resist, he leaned in and kissed her, one hand slipping under the hem of her gown to caress her smooth, delicate waist.

Lily enjoyed it for a moment before deciding she couldn’t let herself get too lost in his charms.

Just like she was wrangling a disobedient Jay-Jay, she grabbed his wandering hand and then pushed him away.

As calm as an emotionless robot, she said through gritted teeth, "Massage!"

Owen was reluctant, but he ruffled her hair and pointed to the head of the table. "Face this way. Lie down," he said, his own tone now mimicking her teeth-gritting one.

Hearing his words, Lily’s mind couldn’t help but go to a dirty place. Her imagination conjured a certain kind of scene as she adjusted her position, shifting from sitting to lying face down.

It was a proper massage table with a hole for her face, so Lily obediently rested her face in the opening.

She splayed her arms and legs out on the table, her voice muffled as she said, "Hurry up and start!"

Owen sat on a stool at the head of the table. Beside him was a small trolley with various massage tools, all within easy reach.

He looked at the fluffy hair on the back of her head, and his heart melted into a puddle.

He reached out and undid the buttons on her gown, revealing her fair skin.

The harsh light from above seemed to make her skin glow like warm, lustrous jade, making it impossible for him to look away.

Owen’s Adam’s apple bobbed. He tore his gaze away, forcing himself to look elsewhere as he took a few deep breaths. He was starting to doubt his own self-control...