"Oh, Lamosai, is there a pressure point here too?"

Alice felt something strange, her face gradually heating up.

But the sensation from the massage was incredibly comfortable, leaving her conflicted.

"That’s right, this pressure point is quite important and needs a bit more attention."

I shamelessly said.

But if there’s anyone to blame, it’s Alice for being too tempting.

I doubt I’ll ever meet another stunning beauty like her in my lifetime.

Besides, the areas I’m massaging are only beneficial for her, no harm.

"But this spot is right at my side chest, what if someone sees it, how would I explain?"

"Don’t worry, we’re in a corner where no one can see us."

I turned my head to check.

This morning at the gym, there were only the receptionist and a cleaning lady.

Plus, we’re in the corner, back to them, there’s no angle for them to see us.

"Then continue for now, but if someone comes, you can’t do this!"

Alice glanced around with the corner of her eyes and no longer resisted.

Instead, she relaxed a bit.

This made me bolder, and after rubbing the side of her big melons for a while,

I directly moved to the front of them.

"Oh, no, it tickles and tingles here!"

Alice suddenly cried out, her body instinctively trembling, curling up slightly.

The shameful tingling turned her face rapidly red, and her eyes misty.

"That’s just right, now massaging the front should feel good, right?"

I spoke while enjoying myself immensely.

Her two big melons were much bigger than the typical size I had seen before.

They were well-shaped and didn’t look awkward at all.

When I held them, they fit perfectly in my large hands, incredibly satisfying.

"It seems like it, but Lamosai, you can’t do it like last time."

"What happened last time?"

I asked knowingly.

"Last time, I said I was willing to get closer to you, but then I thought it over and felt maybe I was a bit impulsive."

Alice’s face was flushed red, her body tensing, her teeth slightly clenched in restraint.

I couldn’t help but feel a bit disappointed: "Alice, is there something you don’t like about me?"

"No, it’s just that I think we haven’t met often enough."

Alice wasn’t against getting closer to me.

She just didn’t want to rush things.

But I didn’t want to take it slow!

I asked, "Alice, how many times do you think we need to meet to take things further?"

Alice thought for a moment: "Well, at least ten times or more."

"But I want to take things further today, what should I do?"

Ten times seemed too long to me, so in a moment of heat, I blurted out how I really felt.

"No, if you do that, I’ll feel unsafe."

"You’re mistaken, a sense of safety isn’t determined by the number of meetings, but by sincerity."

Alice was taken aback by my concept: "You mean if there’s no sincerity, no amount of meetings would help?"

"Of course, it’s like two people being together often but not liking each other, isn’t that worse than love at first sight!"

After I said this, Alice pondered for a long time, unable to refute.

I continued, "And if, in the future, you find an old man who treats your body badly, isn’t it worse than being with me?"

Confused by my words, she nodded in a daze: "It seems to make sense!"

"So now, I want to reach into your clothes, would you mind?"

But before she could answer, I reached in directly from the bottom of her clothes, landing on those two big melons...