CHAPTER 1686: CHAPTER 1706: TRAINING

The eight flying horses swept through the void, and once Princess returned to her room, she began waiting alone. She actually had some expectations; it wasn’t just about detoxifying herself. She couldn’t quite articulate her mindset, but overall she didn’t reject being with Yusuf Zuck, and even wanted to be alone with him instead.

However, despite her eager anticipation and waiting, from dawn until dusk and then from dusk until dawn again, that bastard didn’t show up!

She stayed up all night, her eyes turned red from exhaustion. By the next morning, she was trembling with anger. It was indeed... truly Jordan Webb overstepping the boundaries!

But just as she was about to go out and confront Yusuf Zuck, he directly pushed open the door and came in without knocking or making any noise outside, just barging right in!

"So tired!" Yusuf glanced at her, then lay directly on her bed, muttering, "I discussed military affairs with Casen Torres all night, just finished. My back and waist are sore; why don’t you come and give me a massage? Xiang’er and the others have just gone to sleep; otherwise, they could have done it instead!"

Like a grand lord, Yusuf actually asked Princess to massage his back!

Princess was dumbfounded. What kind of status did she have? Previously, she was the cherished daughter of a duke, and now she was a consort. Even the king hadn’t asked her for a back massage, yet this bastard treated her like a servant?

"What’s the matter? Inconvenient for you? Okay, I’m leaving!" Yusuf got up and headed out.

"I’ll massage for you!" Princess blocked Yusuf, gritting her teeth.

"Oh, then come on!" Yusuf continued to lie down, saying, "Arms, legs, back, all sore."

Princess’s hands trembled, mostly in rage; she knew Jordan Webb was doing this on purpose, deliberately suppressing her and lowering her status.

She took several deep breaths to adjust her mindset before she started kneading!

"A bit more force... no, that’s too much... a bit lighter... a little higher, yes, just there..." Yusuf lay with his eyes closed, enjoying it while constantly giving haphazard directions, and Princess, feeling awkward and angry, acted like a little servant begrudgingly.

"What are you thinking about again? You’ve lost your strength. Hurry up and add some speed!" After a while, Yusuf, eyes still closed, gave another command.

Princess could only endure Yusuf’s commands and couldn’t even complain!

"Change the location, massage the thighs. Let me tell you, my Golden Body always feels tired and sore; no idea why that is."

"How did you cultivate your Golden Body?" Princess attempted to make conversation.

"Forget it, you don’t need to massage the thighs; you’re not putting any effort into this! Aren’t you eating tribute rice every day? Why don’t you have any strength at all? Let’s change places; I’ll sit up, and you can massage my shoulders and temples!" Yusuf sat on the bed, feet hanging down, facing Princess!

In this position, Princess didn’t know what to do; if she were to massage Yusuf’s temples and then his shoulders, she’d practically be embracing Yusuf. Since Yusuf was sitting, his head was conveniently at the level of her chest.

So she hesitated.

"What are you daydreaming about? You’re not competent at all," Yusuf glared at her.

"I’ll do it!" The young lady gritted her teeth, extending her hands and taking a step forward to start massaging.

As she began to knead, Yusuf had dizzying visions in front of him; sometimes his nose even brushed against two large buns, turning Princess’s face beet red, and her palms and forehead were drenched in fragrant sweat.

After half an hour, Princess’s hands were sore, but Yusuf didn’t tell her to stop. Instead, he opened his eyes, staring at her intently!

"What exactly do you want?" Princess couldn’t hold back any longer, her voice choked with tears!

"What do you mean ’what do I want’? I’m sitting here and my waist feels sore again. I’ll lie down; why don’t you step on my back?" This rascal wouldn’t stop until he wore Princess out. So when Princess was miserable, and aggrieved, almost about to explode in rage, he lay back down.

Princess gritted her teeth and endured, knowing this was a test for her, deliberately set by this bastard!

She took off her shoes and started stepping on his back with one foot.

"Did you wash your feet?" After a long time, Yusuf asked.

"You bastard, will you ever be done?" Princess retorted angrily.

"Alright, alright, even if you didn’t wash, they don’t smell!" Yusuf immediately replied.

When the stepping was almost done, Yusuf gave another command: "Massage and tap again for me!"

"It’s not convenient for me!" Princess replied.

"Why is it not convenient?" Yusuf asked.

"I’m wearing a skirt; I can’t sit on top of you!"

"No problem, just don’t pee on me!"

"Pfft~" Princess almost spit blood, finally unable to endure any longer. She suddenly jumped up and stomped hard on Yusuf’s spine with both feet!

Yusuf seemed oblivious to her actions, continuing to lie there with his eyes closed.

"Bang~" The young lady stomped hard on Yusuf’s spine, using all her strength!

However, she forgot that Jordan Webb possessed a Golden Body, so she ended up hurting her own foot; instead, Yusuf let out a long sigh of comfort: "Ah, that’s more like it!"

Princess twisted her ankle and fell back onto the bed, tears streaming down her face!

And Yusuf didn’t even look at her, dusting himself off and standing up, twisting his waist and saying, "Great, very comfortable, let’s continue tomorrow." Having said that, he was about to leave!

Princess was utterly shocked; after all that effort, spending almost half the morning, this bastard Jordan Webb never intended to detox her!

"What do you really want? What must I do before you’re willing to?" As Yusuf was about to walk out, she couldn’t help but shout!

Yusuf didn’t turn back; rather, he thought for a moment and said, "I want you to lower your status, not to see yourself as a high-born, nor as a princess. If Xiang’er were to massage me, she would be very happy; but with you, all I see is suffering. So when you’re massaging me happily, willingly, even joyfully, with no other intent, then we can discuss your detoxification."

Having finished, Yusuf walked out and didn’t detoxify her!

Princess slumped down, her eyes vacant.

To massage him, and she still had to pretend to be happy, willing, even joyful?

Where in the world is there such a person? Isn’t such a person just a fool?

...

After leaving Princess’s room, Yusuf suddenly shouted, "Casen Torres, Casen Torres, come over here!"

Casen Torres dashed to Yusuf’s side like the wind: "Master, what’s the matter?"

"I forgot to ask you yesterday, you have Faith Divine Stones, right? How many? Give them all to me!" Yusuf extended his hand to ask.

"I have, I have, a total of fifty-one!" Casen Torres immediately took out the Faith Divine Stones; he didn’t ask what Yusuf wanted them for; he simply knew Yusuf wanted them, so he gave them!

"Fifty-one, plus the previous ones, that’s eighty-one!" Yusuf took a deep breath; the Faith Divine Stones were accumulating more and more!

"I wonder when my Purple Blood Beads will return?" Yusuf wondered expectantly.