Global Composite Master: Compositing an Undead Army from the Start Chapter 826 - 399: Sisters’ Secret Technique! (Two-in-One) (Part 2)

"Great destined one, your humility is truly admirable, yet the favor you've shown is etched forever in Faye's heart. Might I inquire if the destined one has further intentions for the day?"

"Further intentions? None at all, Miss Feier—do you have something in mind?"

Moments after posing the question, Chen Mo picked up on Ya Feier's private musings.

It appeared she harbored ideas for returning his generosity.

"In that case, may I take charge of your day's itinerary?"

"By all means, go ahead," Chen Mo replied, a faint grin crossing his face.

Curiosity burned in him regarding Ya Feier's intentions.

From the mind-reading insights at least, she apparently held a means to boost Chen Mo's capabilities as gratitude.

"Kindly come with me to the rear,"

Saying so, Ya Feier moved her captivating form with a sway, heading directly toward the rear of the Mongolian yurt.

Chen Mo trailed right after her, stepping inside.

Once within, he spotted someone else present in the yurt.

A lady resembling Ya Feier to a degree, though she looked a bit more youthful.

"Who could this be?"

"She's my little sister, Ya Xiner by name."

"Delighted to make your acquaintance, Miss Xiner."

"Greetings, honorable destined one," Ya Xiner offered Chen Mo a courteous bow in respect.

Both Ya Feier and Ya Xiner, the sister pair, exuded a striking and singular allure.

Fiery red locks cascaded like blazing infernos, flowing elegantly, evoking images of fire's heralds. A violet tint graced their lips, lending an enigmatic and seductive quality to their features.

Deep yet luminous eyes gleamed with insight, resembling twin jewels aglow.

What set them apart was Ya Feier's statuesque and lithe build, curves evoking rhythmic tunes that drew one into an enchanting harmony. Clad in a silken crimson gown, her bare shoulders and elongated limbs painted a canvas of aesthetic grace. Her gait was feather-light, her silhouette undulating like a seductive ballet.

Conversely, Ya Xiner was more compact but no less captivating. Her delicate frame resembled a budding shoot, radiating a vibrant freshness. Dressed in a violet mini-garment, she emanated lively youthfulness and energy. Her grin was radiant and inviting, akin to rays of sun bathing the landscape.

Their appeal extended beyond looks to the enigmatic vibe enveloping them. A peculiar enchantment seemed to emanate, drawing eyes inexorably and inviting voluntary surrender to their magnetism.

Though their outfits revealed a touch of skin, it stemmed not from vanity but from bold self-assurance and liberty. Like wild blooms in the open, they flourished unapologetically. This pair of scarlet-tressed siblings within the yurt showcased not just physical splendor but a remarkable presence and flair, compelling Chen Mo to steal extra looks despite himself.

"What brings you both to summon me here?"

"Destined one, hold your patience—simply accompany us further inside,"

Thus, they flanked Chen Mo, one at each side, guiding him deeper into the chamber.

The inner space held a timber tub brimming halfway with hot, vaporous liquid. Approaching Chen Mo, Ya Feier explained, "Destined one, my sister and I command a special soothing method to banish your weariness, refresh your essence, heighten your physical mastery, and hasten your sacred domain's growth.

Naturally, such benefits pertain solely to your newly forged sacred domain."

"What sort of method does Miss Feier mean?"

"One exclusive to us siblings, blending a hereditary mystic art and our innate makeup from our maternal lineage. Should the destined one place faith in Faye, simply unwind and let Faye manage it all. Tension and suspicion would weaken this mystic art's potency considerably.

Your wariness is justified, yet Faye implores your trust."

Upon hearing this, Chen Mo felt no concern over their motives.

For one, his mind-reading ability was at hand, and besides, his power dwarfed that of the Ya sisters—any malice on their part would fail utterly.

Yet, mind-reading revealed the method entailed intimacy unfamiliar to an Earth native at first view.

Still, per the readings, for Ya Feier, Ya Xiner, and their kin, this mystic art was no casual offering. It was typically bestowed upon major benefactors or revered figures.

To date, the sisters had applied it solely to their mother.

Chen Mo marked their inaugural outsider recipient.

With no malice detected, Chen Mo saw no reason for feigned restraint. Verifying the art's promise to bolster his physique, he held his tongue.

Now, Ya Feier drew near Chen Mo and instructed, "Kindly disrobe and immerse yourself in the tub laced with potent herbs."

Unfazed by their eyes, Chen Mo shed his garb with a wave and slipped unclad into the vessel.

"Shut your eyes and ease up; we'll handle the rest,"

Ya Feier's soft, calming tone murmured close to Chen Mo's ear, sparking an instant tide of ease.

Clearly, the mystic art had commenced.

Eyes sealed, head resting against the tub's rim, Chen Mo soon detected four tender palms upon his form.

The sisters' touches were satin-smooth, gliding over Chen Mo's flesh like a soft zephyr.

Their skill was masterful and precise, attuned to every knot of strain and exhaustion in Chen Mo's frame.

Initially, Ya Feier's palms kneaded Chen Mo's upper back softly, loosening taut fibers. Her motions flowed like melodic strokes, airy and fluid. Soon, a cooling relief spread from his shoulders, as weariness dissolved gradually.

At the same time, Ya Xiner's palms gently pressed Chen Mo's lumbar region to stimulate energy flow—for a divine entity, it was vital force rather than mere blood. Her actions were tender and thorough, infusing Chen Mo with a cozy current that fostered peace and solace.

Then, their hands united, drifting toward Chen Mo's spine. Through soft kneading, they eased the burdens within him, as though calming inner waves. As the session progressed, Chen Mo's breaths steadied, evoking a drift on a tranquil pond.

This arcane kneading by Ya Feier and Ya Xiner not only unwound Chen Mo's physique but also amplified his inner vitality's rhythm and acuity.

He sensed his command over personal vigor rising steadily, his thoughts sharpening.

Far beyond mere touch, it resembled a purification of flesh and soul.

Beneath the sisters' careful ministrations, Chen Mo sank into profound contemplation, linking to his core might. This aided his sacred domain's broadening, letting him blend seamlessly with it. He could pour more essence into its peak expansion rate, quickening the build without risk. Enhanced grip also warded off collapses from hasty progress.

The sisters' distinctive art not only eased and refined Chen Mo's form but bolstered his psyche, readying him for trials ahead.

While Chen Mo savored the twin uplifts to form and psyche, a sudden swell of warmth filled the tub.