I am not just a tycoon-Chapter 786 - 464: 66 Goals, Social Death

Qiao Lei's hand was pulled up and placed behind Shen Yuan. Looking at the contours of his broad latissimus dorsi, her body trembled slightly.

Not only that, her pale face had already flushed red, a mix of nervousness and excitement she couldn't quite explain.

"S-Senior, I don't know… How do I do this?"

Qiao Lei was at a loss, so she glanced toward Long Jinghan for help.

"Leilei, first, you need to get rid of some of those unnecessary things,"

Long Jinghan pointed to the most prominent area on her body.

"Huh? Do I really have to…?"

Qiao Lei's mind buzzed, her entire body trembling uncontrollably, an unknown desire pulling her into its vortex, mixed with indescribable nervousness.

They say people release adrenaline when they're highly stimulated, and Qiao Lei felt she was exactly in that state.

"Yes, otherwise, how could you proceed?"

Long Jinghan came up behind Qiao Lei, her soft hands resting over the clasp of her bra. "No worries, I'll help you unfasten it."

"S-Senior…"

Qiao Lei's throat went dry. "Are you taking revenge on me? I know I always teased you about my bigger chest, but I swear it was just harmless joking. I didn't mean anything else."

Long Jinghan's lips curled into a faint smile. "How could I, Leilei? I've long forgotten about that."

"Oh… really?"

As soon as the words left her lips, Qiao Lei felt the weight on her chest suddenly lift, followed by a sense of emptiness. She lowered her head to see that Long Jinghan had already unfastened her bra.

Long Jinghan tossed the pink bra aside and wrapped her arms around Qiao Lei's waist from behind, gently resting her chin on her shoulder as she spoke softly, "Leilei, I envy you so much."

Qiao Lei shuddered and stammered, "S-Senior, don't scare me. What are you doing hugging me from behind?"

Shen Yuan listened with amused interest; even without turning around, he could picture the scene unfolding behind him. Who would've thought prim and proper Jinghan would succumb to mischief?

"What else but teaching you?"

Long Jinghan leaned closer to her ear, reached out to scoop some hot water, and began applying it to her…

Qiao Lei squirmed uncomfortably several times. "S-Senior, I can handle this myself."

"It's okay. I'll help you. There's body wash, too."

Long Jinghan was uncharacteristically assertive today. After spreading the water, she squeezed out some body wash and slowly spread it over Qiao Lei's… The foam formed like a mosaic across her skin, making Qiao Lei blush even deeper, now crimson all the way to her neck.

"Listen here, Leilei, in a bit, just follow what I do—wrap your arms around Shen Yuan's waist from behind, then press your body against his back. Not too lightly, and not too forcefully, either."

"The main points are: up and down, side to side. You must remain gentle throughout the process, and don't let your hands idle—after all, you wouldn't just be at his waist and belly area."

"Got it, Leilei?"

After this hands-on demonstration, even Long Jinghan herself could feel adrenaline coursing through her veins, a quickened heartbeat filled with anticipation and excitement.

Qiao Lei bit her lip and nodded slightly. "I… think I got it. Let me give it a try."

"Alright then, it's all up to you now."

Long Jinghan took a step back, letting go of Qiao Lei's back. But just then, Shen Yuan spoke up, "With a back this broad, two people won't be enough. Let's make it four."

Long Jinghan froze momentarily, then her eyes gleamed with playful mischief. "All right."

.....

Outside the bathroom, Liew Menglu listened, feeling utterly tormented.

A moment like this without me, Liew Menglu, doesn't even count as real bathing!

She was already in Shen Yuan's home but couldn't join in on one of the most exhilarating parts. It was unbearable—absolutely unbearable.

She paced back and forth, fraught with anxiety.

"Forget it! I don't care anymore!"

With a resolute expression, Liew Menglu stripped off her clothes and trousers and walked barefoot into the bathroom.

Qiao Lei heard the sound of the door opening and realized her nemesis Liew Menglu had stepped inside. Turning around, she snapped, "Liew Menglu, what are you doing here? Get out immediately!"

She had intended to shout, but her body was soft and weak, her voice unable to be raised, and her flushed cheeks burned hotter than ever.

Liew Menglu ignored her and instead said sweetly, "Honey, it's so hot in here. I just want to take a quick shower, too. I promise I won't bother you, and I'll leave right after I finish."

Shen Yuan let out a mocking laugh. "We're all seasoned foxes here. Why bother pretending? Come over—you can do my front while they handle my back."

Liew Menglu beamed happily. "Okay, honey~"

Qiao Lei cast a resentful glance at Liew Menglu—the treacherous liar!

.....

Shen Yuan didn't know how entertaining yo-yos could be, but having six hands on him was certainly a thrill. He took a sharp breath, thoroughly experiencing the sensation of being ambushed from all sides.

.....

Ruofeng Dance Studio.

In front of a floor-to-ceiling mirror, three girls with slender figures were practicing modern dance, wearing tank tops and shorts, their tears and sweat flowing to the music's rhythm and beat.

The lead dancer had the most precise moves, mastering both the beat and the force of her movements flawlessly.

On the left was a girl with an exotic charm—although her dancing was average, her petite face showed great focus.

The girl on the right towered at 175 cm, her long, fair legs catching everyone's attention. But her expression during practice revealed irritation and impatience.

They were none other than Shi Zhixuan, Peang Yayun, and Aisha.

As the song finished, Peang Yayun plopped onto the floor, struggling to catch her breath. She complained, "Shen Yuan didn't even say he wanted a new routine, so why are we sweating here for no reason? What's the point if he might not even see it?"

Shi Zhixuan wiped the sweat off her forehead and neck with a towel and replied coolly, "Just because he didn't say it doesn't mean we shouldn't prepare. Last time it was a traditional dance, so this time we need to change genres."

"You may be professional, but Aisha and I aren't! Don't you consider how exhausting this is for us to practice?"