bacchusnovels Chapter 287 Hermione's Decompression Massage
Chapter 287 Hermione's Decompression Massage
Chapter 287 Hermione's Stress-Relieving Massage (Part 2)
As soon as she said those words, Hermione regretted it, especially as she placed her hands on the buttons of her robes.
A strong sense of shame welled up inside her, leaving her somewhat at a loss.
"What's wrong, Hermione? Is something bothering you?" Sean asked, looking at the little witch who had suddenly frozen in place.
"N-no, Professor..." Hermione stammered, her voice barely audible.
She looked down at her body, which was tightly wrapped in a robe, and then looked up at Sean's sincere eyes, feeling a mix of emotions she couldn't quite describe.
After all, asking her to undress in front of a man is just too embarrassing!
Hermione felt her face burning, and her hands involuntarily tightened around the sheets beneath her. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and then slowly opened them to look at Sean.
"Okay... I'll do as you say. But please don't mind how I look, it's really embarrassing for me," Hermione said softly, her voice full of shyness and unease.
As she spoke, she carefully lifted the hem of her wizard's robe and slowly took it off, revealing the shirt she was wearing underneath.
However, Hermione hesitated again when it came time to take off her shirt.
So Sean offered to help, "Let me help you take off your shirt."
Hermione's cheeks flushed even more upon hearing this. She bit her lower lip, lowered her head, and dared not look at Sean, her voice barely audible: "Um... thank you, Professor..."
After saying that, Sean slowly approached Hermione, grabbed her arm with one hand, and slid the other hand inside her collar to begin unbuttoning her shirt.
Hermione's heart was racing, and she felt hot all over. She could feel Sean's long fingers moving over her skin, and with each button he undid, she felt as if she were melting.
"Ah... Professor... I... I can do it myself..."
"It's alright, Hermione," Sean reassured her softly, his fingers still busy at work, soon completely opening Hermione's top.
Hermione closed her eyes tightly and took deep breaths to try to calm herself down, but her body became increasingly hot and restless.
The moment her body, clad only in a bra, was exposed to the air, she involuntarily began to tremble slightly.
Sean glanced down at Hermione's nearly naked upper body, and his breathing immediately became much heavier.
All I saw was...
Sean felt all the blood in his body rushing to one spot, and his rationality was crumbling little by little.
Hermione felt the professor's intense gaze fixed on her, and she couldn't help but tremble, so embarrassed that she wished she could disappear into the ground.
She knew she must look terrible right now.
Hermione dared not look at Sean's expression again, fearing that she would lose herself again because of his gaze.
Sean also noticed Hermione's reaction.
He glanced at Hermione's petite figure one last time, a faint smile playing on his lips. He raised his hand and gently stroked Hermione's shoulder, saying softly, "Alright, how are you feeling now?"
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"Thank you, Professor... I feel great now..." Hermione turned her head and looked into Sean's sincere eyes. A warm feeling welled up in her heart, but then she remembered her earlier lapse in composure and Sean's passionate gaze, and blushed again.
"Very good, lie down here, Hermione," Sean said softly, maintaining his usual gentle manner, giving her a sense of security. "Now you can continue to relax and focus on your breathing. I will gently massage you."
After saying that, Sean continued to massage Hermione's back with gentle, moderate pressure.
As the massage continued, Hermione's body gradually relaxed, and she felt Sean's fingers moving across her back.
Sometimes he would gently stroke her, sometimes he would press her, giving her a tingling, numb feeling.
Sean's technique was very professional; he could accurately knead Hermione's most tired areas each time, allowing her muscles to slowly relax.
"How are you feeling?" Sean asked in a low voice.
Hermione's voice softened, carrying a hint of relief: "Mmm—I feel much better."
Upon hearing Hermione's reply, Sean increased the pressure on his hands.
Before long, Hermione felt a tingling electric current shoot from her lower abdomen to all parts of her body, causing her to involuntarily let out a sound.
"Hmm." She covered her mouth, feeling extremely ashamed of her lapse in composure.
Upon hearing this, Sean immediately looked up at Hermione.
Her eyes were closed, her face was flushed, and her expression seemed to be both painful and pleasurable. Her lips were slightly parted, and a trace of saliva remained at the corner of her mouth.
It looks incredibly interesting.
He had never seen the little witch in her current state before.
Sean stared at Hermione for a few seconds, his Adam's apple bobbing, then he lowered his eyes, pretending not to see anything, and continued massaging Hermione's back.
"I'm sorry... Professor... I didn't mean to..." Hermione apologized again, afraid that Sean would be angry.
"It's alright, Hermione. Like I just said, you don't need to feel sorry about it. It's just a normal reaction," Sean reassured gently, a hint of undisguised amusement in his voice.
"But—I still feel so ashamed." Hermione turned her head away shyly, her heart still racing, the fleeting pleasure from just moments before blurring her senses.
Sean stopped what he was doing, leaned close to Hermione's ear, and whispered, "Don't worry, Hermione. Trust me, this is a healing process. Just relax and follow your body's signals. If you feel anything uncomfortable, be sure to tell me."
After he finished speaking, he kissed Hermione's cheek again, then sat up straight and began massaging the inside of Hermione's thighs.
Hermione was stunned by his kiss until the sensation on her thigh brought her back to her senses.
"Professor—you, you just—" Hermione looked at Sean in a panic, her voice tinged with confusion.
Sean simply smiled faintly and did not answer, instead focusing on the massage movements.
Hermione felt his fingers wander along her inner thigh, occasionally touching her sensitive inner skin, causing her to shudder.
Good heavens—what is the professor doing—Hermione screamed inwardly, feeling her mind was in complete chaos and she couldn't think straight.
After a while, Hermione, having regained some strength, managed to lift her head, hiding her face under a tuft of glossy black hair, trying to conceal the lingering blush on her face.
Her hands clenched into a fist, and her voice was weak: "Perhaps—that's enough for today, Professor. I feel much better, thank you."
Sean smiled and nodded, pausing what he was doing. He said gently, "Okay, Hermione. You can stop anytime if you feel uncomfortable. Remember, relaxing is to prepare yourself for the challenge; don't push yourself."
Hearing this, Hermione became even more embarrassed and hurriedly sat up in bed, quickly starting to put on her clothes.
However, the more anxious she became, the less her hands obeyed her commands. Several times, she buttoned her shirt wrong, and had to unbutton it and button it again.
After what seemed like an eternity, Hermione finally straightened the buttons and tried to take a deep breath to relax.
When she stood up, her body was still a little stiff. Although she was dressed, she felt that the clothes were useless when facing the professor.
"Thank you, Professor," Hermione said, her head bowed, her voice barely audible, avoiding Sean's gaze.
She felt her face still burning hot, as if all the eyes in the world were on her.
She thanked him hurriedly and quickly left the room.
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