Jin Luan’s technique for applying oil… how to put it… not great, anyway.
It was supposed to be applying oil. Her movements were too gentle, like she was tickling, hardly counting as applying at all.
Faster, she said it out loud instinctively.
“Big Sis, did you not eat enough?”
Yin Lin’s mouth reacted faster than her body.
The moment those words left her mouth, trouble was brewing, as expected.
Jin Luan’s pressure increased a bit, taking on a hint of massage rather than just spreading oil.
Rubbing the neck was fine, rubbing the shoulders was fine, but sliding any lower and there’d be a problem.
Jin Luan: If I keep going down, and I avoid that one spot, then I’d be acting guilty.
Yin Lin: I’ll keep pretending this is nothing. If I overreact to normal behavior between girls, they might suspect my True Form.
Since Yin Lin lacked experience as a woman, she didn’t know at this moment what kind of actions between girls would cross the line.
Based on male experience, when brothers engage in negative-distance contact, brotherhood turns into something else.
So between women, should it be when they help each other with bra clasps that sisterhood turns?
So touching the collarbone now wasn’t crossing the line? Just ordinary help applying Sunscreen?
While Yin Lin’s mind was seriously analyzing, Jin Luan’s fair hands had already thoroughly explored her collarbone.
Yin Lin’s body didn’t really have much flesh to it.
The collarbone’s outline was very distinct, like the Jade Bone described in books.
Sunscreen was gradually applied lower, about to touch the hills with modest size. If the Jinyin Hong San Jiemei were ranked by size, it would be Jin, Hong, then Yin, but the difference wasn’t actually that big—all had some size, some softness, some feel to them.
Jin Luan noticed Yin Lin wasn’t resisting much. Maybe it was silent permission?
So she was slowly going lower, and had already touched. She could feel Yin Lin shudder slightly, probably not used to it.
“What are they even doing? Applying Sunscreen takes that long?”
Huan Hong’s voice suddenly came from behind.
Both Jin Luan and Yin Lin were startled and quickly separated, turning their backs to each other, blushing, not daring to look at one another.
Huan Hong picked up a drink from the table and downed it in one go, letting out a long sigh.
Then she looked at the two beside her:
“Why’d you stop? Keep going, why are you two spacing out?”
No ulterior meaning—Huan Hong just found them a bit odd, but didn’t think much of it.
She also lay down on the nearby beach chair, put on sunglasses to block the sun, and rested with her eyes half-closed.
Jin Luan continued applying Sunscreen to Yin Lin, avoiding the sensitive area on her chest, and started spreading it on other places.
“Lin, have you really not gotten thinner? Why is your body type different from other Magical Girls?”
Jin Luan changed the subject, putting on a show for Huan Hong, pretending to be seriously applying oil.
A Magical Girl’s body shouldn’t be able to grow anymore, frozen forever. The True Form was said to continue growing, but not many Magical Girls lived long enough to see what changes occurred after many years.
So the mention of getting thinner from Jin Luan was probably just a joke.
When wearing the Magical Girl Uniform, Yin Lin didn’t look thin, but without it, only in a swimsuit, her figure was revealed and appeared slightly skinny.
If you called it thin, she was barely within normal weight range; if you called it healthy, she gave off a frail and delicate impression, not someone who could take a hit from a Demonic Creature.
She continued spreading downward, passing the belly button and going further down.
Yin Lin: She’s going below? Should I… should I stop her? When is stopping the normal reaction between girls?
Jin Luan: She hasn’t stopped me. Is she allowing me to do this?
Then I… should I continue?
The atmosphere between the two grew increasingly strange, gradually starting to spark.
She touched the basin and the top of the thighs.
Yin Lin began letting out some slightly abnormal muffled groans, her ears turning red, her cheeks like red apples.
So she really could make breathing sounds like “mm.”
This area took a full two minutes to finish, then she moved to the feet, which made Yin Lin curl up entirely.
Her feet were also sensitive—being touched by someone else gave a distinct foreign sensation and was especially ticklish.
She could only hold it in, enduring like she was constipated.
After finishing the front, she turned over to do the back.
Looking at that back, pure white and flawless except for the indentations, Jin Luan swallowed her saliva.
Too tempting. How could such a perfect back exist? It’d be a shame not to use it for cupping therapy.
Jin Luan touched it, squeezed out a bit more Sunscreen, and increased the number of strokes and total time.
Thinking back to the big battle the other day, Yin Lin must be very tired, right?
With that thought, Jin Luan applied more pressure while spreading the lotion, using massage techniques, pressing Yin Lin into low whimpers again.
Before long, she was drenched in sweat, and her breathing became heavier.
Meanwhile, Huan Hong lying on the beach chair continued dozing off as if in deep sleep.
The Sunscreen was all applied, Huan Hong turned over on the beach chair, and continued her nap.
“It’s my turn to apply it for you.”
Yin Lin’s sudden statement caught Jin Luan off guard.
“Huh? Me? No need.”
Jin Luan originally wanted to refuse.
“Didn’t you say: applying Sunscreen usually requires a companion to do it, symbolizing good fortune and happiness?”
Yin Lin repeated what she had just said.
Jin Luan was speechless. She sneakily glanced at Huan Hong, who was still lying there, not awake.
Afraid that Yin Lin would keep talking, Jin Luan agreed.
So it was Yin Lin’s turn—innocent and ignorant—to apply the oil, replicating the exact techniques from before.
Rubbing, pinching, kneading, squeezing, spreading—a rich variety of finger movements were all used.
Jin Luan had a bit more flesh, less bony, and pinching her felt pleasant for both parties.
After a full Sunscreen routine, Jin Luan nearly lost it, relying on extremely tenacious willpower to hold on, barely enduring the replicated Sunscreen technique.
Both of them were panting heavily.
Finally, the napping Huan Hong was woken up.
She yawned and took off her sunglasses.
“Xiao Yin, help me apply some Sunscreen too.”
Huan Hong probably meant nothing by it.
“No!”
Jin Luan instantly called out.
Huan Hong grabbed the Sunscreen and tossed it toward Yin Lin.
“What? It’s not like I’m asking you to help. Why are you in a hurry?”
Jin Luan intercepted it directly, catching the Sunscreen mid-air:
“Don’t you have hands? Apply it yourself.”
“But didn’t you just say that applying Sunscreen…”
Yin Lin cut in.
Jin Luan didn’t let her finish, quickly dragging Yin Lin away from there to the other end of the Artificial Beach, leaving Huan Hong alone.
“What the heck? Weird!”
Huan Hong muttered to herself, scratched her head, and applied the Sunscreen on her own.
Over there, Jin Luan and Yin Lin had already started an activity—they’d gotten themselves a Surfboard.
Jin Luan flew while pulling the rope, acting as the jet ski. Yin Lin held the rope with her hands, standing on the Surfboard, wakeboarding across the sea.
Going over a hundred kilometers per hour was pretty fun, but Yin Lin’s strength wasn’t enough to hold the tow rope at high speed. She lost her grip, tumbled over a dozen times on the water surface, and fell in. Fortunately, she could swim, so it wasn’t a big problem.
They even went straight up the Feng Wall, pushing the speed above 200, even reaching a top speed of 300.
It was Yin Lin’s turn to act as the jet ski towing Jin Luan. To get revenge, Yin Lin launched off a wave face, did a front flip, and landed steadily back on the water with the Surfboard.
She still couldn’t shake Jin Luan, who was even applying oil on the sea, rushing over and joining in the fun.
Watching them having so much fun, Huan Hong finally couldn’t hold back, and also…
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