Chapter 154: Needle to Needle, a Shura Field?

The traditional massage in the room continued. Back, shoulders, neck… after working those areas, Pierce Looske's hands gradually moved lower. Emmy Wimple kept her face buried in the pillow, too mortified to look up. When Pierce's left hand reached Lexie Looske, she lifted her head a little and glanced back at him, her voice tight with embarrassment. "Pierce… maybe you don't need to massage there. Right?" Lexie was still an inexperienced girl, and her cheeks had already gone pink. Pierce,...