C6 The Most Intimate Contact

Blaine didn't know Mrs. Zeller's first name, but she had always been kind to him. This was because Blaine had once saved her daughter, Ruby, in a chance encounter on the street.

Had Blaine not stepped in, five-year-old Ruby might have met with tragedy.

Later, when Blaine was looking to rent a place, he happened to find that Mrs. Zeller had a house available. She offered him the lowest possible rent, and after each of Blaine's treatments for Ruby, Mrs. Zeller generously compensated him.

"Try to hold still, I'm going to work on your right foot first," Blaine whispered gently.

"Mhm," Mrs. Zeller grunted softly.

Mrs. Zeller possessed an exquisitely perfect oval face, with eyebrows as finely arched as crescent moons, a petite and proud nose, and lips that were thin yet irresistibly alluring.

Her figure was stunning. While her curves might not rival Zoe's voluptuousness, they complemented her frame beautifully. At that moment, a towel modestly covered part of Mrs. Zeller's body, leaving much of her skin visible to Blaine's gaze.

Particularly as Blaine grasped Mrs. Zeller's delicate right foot, he could almost make out the contours beneath her nightgown. He quickly dismissed any distracting thoughts and carefully manipulated her foot.

A soft click was followed by a sharp cry of pain from Mrs. Zeller as her foot jerked to the side. Her sudden movement caused her long, slender legs to part completely.

The towel, barely sufficient to cover parts of Mrs. Zeller's form, failed to conceal the view beneath the nightgown. Blaine was momentarily taken aback, his eyes unwittingly fixated.

Sensing the uncomfortable moment, Mrs. Zeller quickly brought her legs together, but the motion aggravated the wound on her thigh, causing her to inhale sharply.

"Blaine, where did you learn your medical skills? Why aren't you working as a doctor in a hospital?" she asked, trying to divert from the embarrassment.

Hearing Mrs. Zeller's voice, Blaine regained his composure, though his gaze still occasionally drifted towards the unintentional display.

"I learned my medical skills from my master, who was quite knowledgeable. Could you please spread your legs a bit? I need to disinfect the area," Blaine said as he prepared a cotton ball and alcohol, his gaze fixed on Mrs. Zeller.

With a moment's hesitation, Mrs. Zeller slowly parted her legs.

Blaine noticed the bloodstains on Mrs. Zeller's right leg and quickly began to disinfect the wound with the alcohol-soaked cotton.

Mrs. Zeller winced, biting her lower lip to endure the pain, her expressive phoenix eyes never leaving Blaine.

After cleaning the wound, Blaine examined it closely. It was deep and long, and he knew that ordinary medicine wouldn't suffice.

"Please wait a moment," Blaine murmured gently.

Once Mrs. Zeller gave a nod of acknowledgment, Blaine retreated to his room. He soon returned, holding an unmarked white bottle.

"I need to apply some medication," Blaine stated, seeking her consent.

Mrs. Zeller, unfazed, nodded her approval.

Blaine warmed the white ointment in his hands before gently massaging it into the wound on Mrs. Zeller's thigh. The touch of his hands sent a jolt through her, as if she had been electrified.

A wave of peculiar sensations spread throughout her body, and as Blaine's firm, rhythmic massage continued, Mrs. Zeller's gaze grew hazy.

A soft moan escaped Mrs. Zeller's lips involuntarily.

Her cheeks flushed crimson, and she closed her eyes, wishing she could disappear into the earth.

To make matters more challenging, Mrs. Zeller found herself losing control over her body.

The ointment needed to be worked into the wound with pressure. Blaine used his spiritual energy to enhance the healing, but as he massaged, Mrs. Zeller couldn't suppress the faint sounds escaping her lips.

Blaine abruptly stopped and withdrew his hand, his eyes tinged with red as he took in Mrs. Zeller's alluring form.

Being a normal man, the sight of Mrs. Zeller's exquisite body coupled with her enticing sounds stirred a reaction in him, especially since he had recently experienced Zoe's bold advances at the beauty parlor.

"Mommy, what are you up to?"

Just then, a little girl emerged from the master bedroom. She sported a doll-like haircut and was dressed in a white princess gown, her adorable bare feet pattering against the floor.

Her wide eyes sparkled with curiosity as she gazed at Mrs. Zeller lounging on the sofa. Suddenly, with the excitement of an explorer finding uncharted territory, she dashed toward Blaine.

"Uncle Blaine, Ruby missed you so much!" The little girl's face lit up with joy.

Without hesitation, Blaine scooped Ruby into his arms and headed into the bedroom.

As Blaine disappeared into the room, Mrs. Zeller quickly got to her feet.

But in the moment she rose, her towel silently slid from her form.

And it was then that Blaine glanced back over his shoulder.