CHAPTER 125: CAN’T CONTROL HER

"Sit. Drink with me."

Mo Han did not move. "Your servants promised ten thousand spirit stones. I see no stones. Only wine."

The atmosphere froze. The servants at the edge of the room gasped, expecting him to be struck down. But Bai Gu only laughed again, this time lower, richer.

"You really are fearless. Most men would sell their soul for a smile from me, and yet you demand stones. Do you not fear the Bai Clan?"

Mo Han’s eyes narrowed slightly. "Fear? Fear is for those who have everything. I has nothing to lose here."

Her smile faltered for the briefest moment, then returned sharper, like a blade wrapped in silk. She rose gracefully from the throne and walked toward him, each step measured, deliberate. The faint clink of her jade ornaments echoed like the toll of a bell.

When she stood before him, close enough that her fragrance of orchids filled his nose, she tilted her head. "You are handsome. You are strong. And you have already captured the city’s whispers. Tell me, Mo Han, do you know why I summoned you?"

Mo Han’s lips curved faintly. "Curiosity... and conquest."

Her eyes flashed with amusement. "Correct. I want to see if the rumors are true. If your hands can make even me... cry out in pleasure." Her voice dropped to a whisper, heated and daring. "Heal me, pleasure master. Or disappoint me and lose your chance forever."

The servants stiffened, their eyes wide. This was no simple test. For Bai Gu to offer herself was unheard of.

But Mo Han’s expression didn’t waver. He leaned slightly forward, his gaze locked on hers. "If you want healing, I’ll treat your illness. If you want pleasure, go to the brothels where they sell fantasies for coin. I am not your toy, Bai Gu."

Her lips parted, shocked at his audacity. No one had ever rejected her so bluntly. Her pride flared, but beneath it was something else—a spark of intrigue. She studied him like a puzzle she couldn’t yet solve.

"Interesting..." she murmured, stepping back slowly. She returned to her jade throne and reclined once more, her eyes still fixed on him. "You will not be so easy to tame. Perhaps that makes you worth more than ten thousand stones."

Mo Han folded his arms. "Decide quickly. I didn’t come here to play."

For the first time, Bai Gu’s smile turned cold. "Very well. If I cannot break you with charm, then I’ll test you with power. Fail, and your name will be ruined in this city. Succeed, and perhaps... I will consider your price."

"What’s your problem?" Mo Han asked, his voice steady, his eyes meeting Bai Gu’s without the slightest flicker of nervousness.

Bai Gu reclined against the silken cushions, her robe falling loosely from one shoulder. Her smile was languid, but her eyes gleamed with sharp calculation. "Headaches," she replied softly. "They come suddenly, pounding, especially when I deal with matters of the clan. No physician, no healer, not even those from the inner sects have been able to ease it."

Her tone was airy, but the weight behind her words was clear—she was testing him.

Mo Han’s gaze didn’t waver. "Headaches are not difficult. But why summon me, if you’ve already tried countless others?"

"Because," she said, rising gracefully to her feet, her robe whispering across the jade-floor, "I’ve heard of you. Of the way women leave your room unable to walk straight, their faces glowing, their voices trembling. They call you the pleasure-healer." She stopped just before him, close enough that her perfume of orchids and sandalwood wrapped around him. Her voice dropped to a whisper. "I want to see if your fingers carry that divine touch."

Mo Han exhaled quietly. "If you want healing, I will treat you. But if you expect me to play your-games, then you’ve wasted my time."

Her lips curved, unbothered by his coldness. "So serious," she teased. "Fine. Heal me then, healer. Show me what all of Red Silk City whispers about."

Without hesitation, she turned and walked toward a low bed draped with red gauze curtains. She sat, then slowly shifted her robe off her shoulders, baring her smooth, snow white back to him. Her hair, like a waterfall of silk, spilled down to her waist.

Mo Han’s eyes narrowed slightly, not out of lust but calculation. He stepped forward, circling the bed, his eyes scanning her posture, the slight stiffness at the base of her neck, the faint tremor of her fingers resting on the cushions. "Your headaches aren’t from pressure alone," he said quietly. "You hold tension here." He tapped the side of her shoulder lightly. "And here." His fingers hovered near the ridge of her spine.

She shivered faintly, though his touch hadn’t yet come. "You speak as if you already know my body," she murmured, her voice husky.

"I read it," Mo Han replied flatly. "Every line, every point, tells a story. Your body is no exception."

He rolled up his sleeves and sat behind her, his hands hovering inches above her bare skin. He inhaled once, steadying his qi, channeling the refined energy of the Pleasure Healer Sutra. Then, slowly, he placed his fingers on her lower back, pressing into a meridian point with precision.

Bai Gu’s breath hitched instantly. A hot current spread from the base of her spine, rippling upward like fire laced with lightning. Her lips parted, a soft sound caught in her throat.

She bit her lower lip hard to stop the moan from escaping, her nails digging into the silk cushion beneath her.

Mo Han’s fingers pressed into the first meridian point along Bai Gu’s spine. A spark of qi pulsed through her body. She stiffened instantly, shoulders rising, her lips parting in an unguarded gasp.

"Haa~..." The sound slipped before she could stop it, low and husky, vibrating in the quiet chamber.

Mo Han’s expression remained like stone. "Breathe slowly," he instructed, his tone calm, commanding. "If you resist, the flow of qi will backlash and worsen your condition."

She sucked in a breath, forcing composure, but when his thumb glided higher and pressed at the jade pillow point near her nape, another wave of energy surged. Her head tilted forward, dark hair spilling over her face, and this time the sound that tore from her throat was unmistakable.

"Mnnn~ahh~..."

Outside the gauze curtains, the Bai clan servants glanced at one another, eyes wide. None dared move, but the faint moans seeping through the chamber made their imaginations burn.

Inside, Bai Gu clutched the cushion tightly. Her voice trembled between words, "W-what kind... of technique is this?"