I Transmigrated Into a Villain and All the Heroines in This Novel Have Systems?

Chapter 50:

There was no denying that Ning Wenrou’s massage skills were exceptional.

After just a few presses, Lin Chuan felt his fatigue melt away.

“Mm…”

He let out a comfortable hum, tilting his head back until it rested against something soft and warm.

It was far more comfortable than the high-end silk and Egyptian cotton pillow he had spent tens of thousands on.

Like a startled fawn, Ning Wenrou immediately stepped back.

Lin Chuan frowned. “What’s the big deal? I just leaned on you. It’s not like you’ll lose a piece of flesh. You’re being way too uptight.”

Ning Wenrou had only been trying to help, yet he scolded her, making her purse her lips in grievance.

Seeing her dissatisfaction, Lin Chuan continued his reprimand. “What? You’re upset after just one remark? Don’t forget your place—you’re here to serve me as a maid, not to be treated like a noble lady.”

Ning Wenrou felt utterly humiliated. She wanted to slap him across the face and walk away with dignity.

But she couldn’t.

Because she had just received a new mission from the system—to provide Lin Chuan with a five-star massage.

Only if she earned Lin Chuan’s five-star rating would the mission be considered complete.

The reward was Basic Combat Mastery and 20,000 yuan in cash.

But if she failed, she would lose her medical skills, and her blood pressure would increase by 50 points!

With no other choice, she swallowed her pride and returned to Lin Chuan’s side, allowing him to rest his head against her once more.

“Master, does this feel good?”

As she massaged his shoulders, she cautiously asked.

Lin Chuan closed his eyes in satisfaction. “Are you asking about my shoulders, or my head?”

Ning Wenrou’s face flushed slightly. “O-of course, I meant your shoulders.”

“Not bad, but you need to use a little more pressure.” Lin Chuan gave his feedback.

Ning Wenrou adjusted her strength. “How about now?”

“A little harder.”

“Now?”

“Still not quite there…”

Ning Wenrou was using all the strength she had, but Lin Chuan remained unsatisfied.

“Master, are you messing with me?” She pouted, suspecting he was deliberately teasing her.

After all, she was a woman. She couldn’t possibly match a man in strength.

Besides, this was a massage, not a wrestling match—did he really need that much pressure?

“Are you questioning me?”

Hearing her suspicion, Lin Chuan’s tone turned displeased.

Though Ning Wenrou thought so in her heart, she didn’t dare say it aloud. “Of course not…”

“Forget it. If you’re so unwilling, I don’t need you to continue.” Lin Chuan brushed her hands away and prepared to return to his room.

Ning Wenrou panicked.

If she failed this mission, not only would she lose her reward, but she would also lose her medical skills and suffer a sharp rise in blood pressure.

That would be a disaster.

“Master, if you’re unsatisfied with my massage, just tell me how to improve. I promise I’ll do better. Please, just give me another chance.”

She bowed at a perfect ninety-degree angle, pleading earnestly.

From Lin Chuan’s perspective, he could see directly into her neckline, catching an enticing view that nearly made his head spin.

“Why are you so desperate to massage me? Do you have some hidden agenda?”

Her persistence only made Lin Chuan more suspicious.

This woman had always been distant and resistant toward him—why was she suddenly so eager to serve?

Something wasn’t right.

“No, not at all!”

Ning Wenrou frantically shook her head, looking like a small, pitiful creature.

Lin Chuan studied her for a moment before dropping the subject. “Do you know how to walk on backs?”

“…What?” Ning Wenrou blinked.

“Your hands are too weak—I don’t even feel it. Use your feet instead.” Lin Chuan lay flat on the sofa, ready.

He wasn’t trying to make things difficult for her.

It was just that, after his body had been enhanced by the system, his muscles and bones had become extremely resilient.

Her massage felt more like a gentle tickle than actual relief.

Seeing no other option, Ning Wenrou removed her pink slippers and climbed onto the sofa.

She was dressed in a black-and-white maid outfit with black knee-high stockings.

Her delicate feet were small and well-shaped.

“Master, I’m going to step on you now. If it hurts, please tell me right away.”

“Yeah, yeah, just get on with it.”

Lin Chuan waved her off impatiently.

Ning Wenrou took a deep breath and tentatively placed one foot on his back, gradually applying pressure.

When he remained unbothered, she stepped up with both feet.

Despite her curvy figure, she was incredibly light—Lin Chuan barely felt any weight at all.

Professional massage parlors had overhead bars for support, but there were none here.

So, Ning Wenrou had to balance carefully while stepping on his back.

“Mm… this is nice…”

Lin Chuan sighed contentedly.

Ning Wenrou, on the other hand, was dying of embarrassment.

Luckily, Lin Chuan was lying face down and couldn’t see her expression, or she’d be mortified beyond belief.

As she continued her careful movements, Lin Chuan felt drowsiness creeping in.

Just as he was about to drift off, his phone, which was resting on the coffee table, suddenly rang.

Instinctively, he reached out to grab it.

But he had forgotten—there was someone standing on his back.

The moment he moved, Ning Wenrou lost her balance and let out a shriek as she tumbled down.

At the same time, Lin Chuan rolled over, causing her soft body to land directly on top of him.

“Hiss…”

“Mm…”

Two different sounds echoed at once.

Lin Chuan let out a sigh of deep satisfaction.

Meanwhile, Ning Wenrou yelped in pain.

The more prominent parts of her body had taken the full impact, sending a wave of sharp pain through her chest.

“You did that on purpose, didn’t you?”

She scrambled off him, clutching her aching chest, her wide eyes glistening with unshed tears.

Lin Chuan felt wronged. “I swear I didn’t mean to! You’re just too light—I forgot you were even there. My bad, my bad.”

As he spoke, he instinctively rubbed his chest.

Seeing this, Ning Wenrou flushed red with embarrassment and rage, snatching up a pillow and throwing it at him.

Lin Chuan caught it effortlessly, leaving her no room to continue her tantrum.

He then grabbed his phone and held up a finger to his lips, signaling her to be quiet.

All the angry words bubbling up in Ning Wenrou’s throat were instantly silenced.

“Hmph! I’ll deal with you after you finish your call.”

“…”