I alone am the Honoured One! - Chapter 589

Chapter 589: In the bathtub [4]
Zhao Tian’s gaze stayed on her, the soft curve of her jawline, the faint blush that lingered on her cheeks, and he couldn’t help but smile.

“Makena,” he said softly….

Yao Jing’s eyes snapped open, and she turned her head, sharply to glare at him. “Stop calling me that,” she huffed, her lips forming a pout.

“I told you, it’s embarrassing.”

Zhao Tian leaned forward, his chin resting on her shoulder as his lips curled into a playful smile. “But it’s such a beautiful name,” he murmured, his hot breath brushing against her ear.

Her eyelashes quivered slightly, and he moved a little forward in the tub, his cheek brushing with hers “Does it remind you of your past?”

Yao Jing shook her head gently “No.. it just feels embarrassing… because I am your Master and like.. I don’t know how to say, when you call me with that name… like we are friends?”

Zhao Tian let out a sigh “Then shall I call you Yao Jing? Jing? Jing’er?”

She raised her hand and pinched his cheek, tugging playfully. “Call me Master as always. That’s the proper way to address your superior.”

“Yes, yes, Master…”

As he spoke, his left hand slid gently under the water, brushing against her thigh.

His fingers grazed her smooth skin, and Yao Jing’s eyes narrowed as she shot him a pointed look.

“And you should stop trying to molest your Master, idiot,” she uttered, though her voice lacked real anger.

Zhao Tian grinned unabashedly, his hand pausing only briefly before he squeezed her thigh lightly. “I already told you, Master, you have such a nice body. It would be a shame if it went unappreciated. Let me enjoy it for a bit.”

Her lips twitched, caught between amusement and exasperation. “What are you even saying? I’m your Master, you perverted idiot.”

He gave a faint nod, “Yeah, yeah I know… But just because you’re my Master doesn’t mean I can’t admire you. Besides…”

“We are this close and yet you are having that towel If only you could remove it, we could have skin-to-skin bath, increasing our kinship as Master and Disciple.”

Yao Jing’s jaw dropped slightly, her lips parting in disbelief before she reached out and pinched his nose. “You’ve gotten so bold, haven’t you?” she said, her voice rising slightly as she tried to suppress a laugh.

Zhao Tian’s hand lingered under the warm water, his fingers tracing gentle circles on her thigh.

“Mng…” Yao Jing’s body stiffened slightly at the touch, her breath hitching as she shot him a glare over her shoulder.

“You’re pushing your luck, idiot disciple,” she muttered, though the faint tremor in her voice betrayed her resolve.

He chuckled softly, his other hand coming to rest on her shoulder. “Am I? Or are you just too shy to admit you enjoy it?”

His fingers pressed gently, kneading the tension from her muscles as he leaned closer, his breath warm against her neck.

Yao Jing’s lips twitched as she glared at him “Bold words for someone who might drown in this tub if I get annoyed.”

Zhao Tian just smiled, his lips brushing lightly against the curve of her shoulder.

“You are such a troublemaker…” she muttered, but she didn’t move away.

Instead, her body seemed to relax under his touch, the gentle caress of his fingers sliding further down her thigh, sending a shiver up her spine.

“Then why are you letting me stay this close?”

He lowered his head, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin of her neck, just below her ear. “You could’ve kicked me out of the tub already.”

Yao Jing swallowed hard, her heart racing as the sensation of his warm breath against her skin sent a jolt through her. “I… I was just trying to be nice,”

“Nice?” Zhao Tian repeated, his lips curving into a playful smile as he kissed the side of her neck.

Her fingers twitched as if to push him away, but instead, they rested on his arm. “I should throw you out,” she muttered, her tone half-hearted as his kisses grew more deliberate, traveling down the slope of her neck.

“But you won’t,” Zhao Tian murmured against her skin, his hand sliding back up to her thigh and squeezing gently.

Yao Jing’s face turned crimson, her body tensing again as she tried to compose herself. “You… arrogant… shameless disciple!” she stammered, her voice rising slightly before she exhaled deeply.

“Haa…” She broke away from his touch and stood up abruptly, water cascading off her glistening skin.

The towel still clung to her body precariously, damp and loose, emphasizing her curves rather than concealing them.

Zhao Tian leaned back slightly, his eyes hovering over her plump body, a playful smirk dancing on his lips. “Getting shy?”

Ignoring him, Yao Jing stepped forward and she gently placed her right leg on the edge of the tub.

Her toned thigh hovered tantalizingly close to Zhao Tian’s face, droplets of water tracing languid paths down her skin.

His gaze flickered upward, meeting hers briefly before returning to her leg.

Without hesitation, Zhao Tian leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss on her thigh “Now, are you trying to tempt me, Master?”

Yao Jing narrowed her eyes, raising her leg slightly before placing it against his face, her toes brushing his cheek. “Tempt you? You’re the one who’s shamelessly taking every opportunity.”

Feeling her foot on his face, Zhao Tian replied “I don’t particularly have a foot fetish you know…”

“Are you sure?” she asked, sliding her foot down his face and letting her toes trace along his lips.

Zhao Tian kissed her toes gently and looked into her eyes “I am pretty sure…”

Yao Jing’s blush deepened, and she pulled her leg back, only to place her foot lightly against his chest. “You talk too much,” she muttered, applying gentle pressure.

“Maybe I should just push you under and be done with it.”

Zhao Tian chuckled, his hands instinctively resting on her ankle as her foot pressed lightly against his chest.

“Push me under?” he asked, his fingers gently tracing the curve of her ankle.

“If that’s what Master wants, I’ll gladly drown, as long as it’s in your presence.”

Yao Jing rolled her eyes, her lips twitching as if suppressing a smile. “Do you ever stop talking?”

He leaned forward, brushing his lips against the arch of her foot in a soft kiss. “Not when I have a goddess standing over me, looking like this.”

Her foot jerked slightly, and she pointed a finger at him, her face turning red. “Flattery won’t save you when I decide to throw you out of this tub, brat.”

Zhao Tian laughed, his hand sliding up to rest on her thigh as he looked up at her. “Then throw me out, Master. But I should warn you…”

“If you do, I might take this towel with me.”

Yao Jing’s eyes widened, and she leaned forward slightly, her hands on her hips. “You wouldn’t dare.”

He raised an eyebrow, his hand tugging lightly at the edge of the towel. “Wouldn’t I?”

Her foot pressed against his chest with a little more force, pushing him back into the water. “You shameless brat!” she huffed, though the smile on her lips said another story.

She retracted her leg and stepped out of the bath as she made her way to the showering area.

Zhao Tian looked at her back, his gaze landing on her shapely ass “Master, you have a nice ass too; next time let me squeeze it.”

“Shut up, brat.”

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