bookbashuk Chapter 143 Teacher, does it have to be like this?
Chapter 143 Teacher, does it have to be like this?
Silver Dew Village, Elune's treehouse.
Lynn rolled up his sleeves, spread a sheet of paper in front of him, and began sketching rapidly with a charcoal pencil.
The blueprints for countless classic equipment from his previous game were now unfolding in his mind like an orderly library. Combined with his understanding of elven combat styles and the characteristics of natural magic, he was ingeniously merging and recreating them.
Elune stood in the center of the room, somewhat at a loss.
She shed her usual chieftain's robes, wearing only close-fitting clothing, revealing her graceful and tall figure.
Her long silver hair was simply tied back, revealing her beautifully shaped neck and pointed ears.
At this moment, however, the Emperor-level expert's face showed a hint of embarrassment and shyness.
"Teacher...does it have to be like this?" Elune looked at the sketches drawn by Lynn, which had smooth lines, exquisite structure, but some parts were obviously too...fitted together, and the tips of her ears turned slightly red.
"Of course!" Lynn replied without looking up, his pen still moving.
"Elune."
"Practice is the sole criterion for testing truth."
"No matter how perfect the design drawings are, how will you know if they're reasonable if you don't try them on?"
"Is it comfortable? Will it affect my combat movements?"
"Elune, you are the chieftain of the elves and an imperial druid. Your physique and fighting style are the most representative, making you the best model."
He spoke with righteous indignation, displaying an attitude of rigorous academic research.
Elune pursed her lips, unable to refute.
This "sacrifice" seems worthwhile in order for the tribe to obtain better equipment.
Besides, it was required by the teacher.
She tried to convince herself to ignore the strange feeling in her heart.
"Alright, the first set, Ranger Light Armor, preliminary design complete!" Lynn picked up a piece of parchment covered with intricate lines and markings and walked over to Elune.
"Come on, let's first determine a few key dimensions and joint range of motion..."
The time that followed was a bittersweet "torture" for Elune.
Lynn circled around her with a ruler, a charcoal pencil, and all sorts of strange little tools.
His fingers would sometimes gently press on the side of her shoulder blades to measure the range of stretch when her back muscles were engaged; sometimes hover over her waist and hips to estimate the twisting space when turning; sometimes make her assume various combat postures—drawing a bow, swinging a staff, running fast, dodging—while he quickly recorded them and would occasionally step forward to fine-tune the angle of her arms or the posture of her legs.
His touches were always polite and brief, his fingertips carrying the coolness of the charcoal pencil and a touch of his own warmth.
His expression was incredibly focused, his eyes seemingly only considering the design details, as if she were truly just a perfect human model.
Ok.
probably.
Elune was numbing herself like this.
Elune the Assassin was uneasy.
She could clearly feel Lynn's presence as he approached, hear his deep mutterings, and see his slightly furrowed brows and focused, earnest eyes as he pondered.
The clothes are very thin.
Some measurements and adjustments inevitably bring a slight, almost imperceptible sensation of contact, each time causing her body to stiffen slightly and her heart to skip a beat.
"Here, the connection between the shoulder armor and the neck guard needs a more flexible material, otherwise it will affect your ability to look up and aim..."
"Don't move, just like this." Lynn gently lifted her chin with one hand, raising her face slightly, while gesturing with the other hand on the side of her neck.
This position brought the two extremely close; Elune could even count the number of his eyelashes and smell his faint scent.
Her face flushed red, even her pointed ears turned crimson.
"Teacher..." she murmured softly, her voice almost inaudible.
"Hmm? Is it painful here?" Lynn immediately released her hand and checked with concern.
"N-nothing..." Elune hurriedly shook her head, but her long elven hair seemed unable to cover her burning ears.
Similar scenarios continue to unfold.
While measuring her chest circumference to ensure the breastplate provided protection without restricting her breathing; while adjusting the leg armor's curve to suit her long, slender legs; while discussing whether to add tool attachment points at her waist, Lynn's hand lightly touched her side as she gestured...
That's so embarrassing.
Elune felt that this was even more mentally taxing than fighting a forest behemoth.
No matter how profound her understanding of the Way of Nature was, she was now struggling to keep her heart beating steadily.
Finally, after initially determining three basic armor design frameworks with different focuses, Lynn put down his charcoal pencil with satisfaction.
"Phew—preliminary work complete! Elune, you've done a great job, you're a very professional model!" Lynn praised sincerely, then rubbed the back of his neck and shoulders.
"It's just that my bones are a bit stiff. Drawing and taking measurements back and forth is more tiring than practicing a sword technique."
Upon hearing this, Elune almost instinctively blurted out, "Teacher... I... I'll massage it for you, okay?"
"We elves have some natural methods to relax our muscles and bones."
She realized what she had said as soon as she finished, and her face turned even redder.
Lynn's eyes lit up.
Well, Elune's offering is practically a gift, so I might as well accept it.
"Oh, Elune, that's wonderful! I can't wait!"
Lynn walked unceremoniously to the bed in the room and stretched out comfortably.
Elune walked to the edge of the bed and took a deep breath.
She tried to suppress her romantic thoughts and focused her attention on the teacher's obviously tense shoulder and back muscles.
Her fair, slender fingers, imbued with a warm, natural energy, gently pressed onto the back of Lynn's neck, then slowly massaged along the muscles on both sides of her spine.
Her technique was indeed exquisite, with just the right amount of pressure and precise acupoint manipulation. The warm, natural energy penetrated the area, and the soreness was quickly replaced by a feeling of comfort.
Lynn couldn't help but groan comfortably, "Mmm... amazing, Elune, your technique is incredible... yes, right there, a little more pressure..."
Elune listened to Lynn's undisguised praise.
The shyness in my heart was gradually replaced by a sense of satisfaction.
It's great to be able to help the teacher.
As they were pressing, someone started it, I don't know who did it first.
Anyway, Lynn firmly denied that she was the one who hinted at it.
He simply said, "It would be even better if you could give me a back massage."
Perhaps Elune found it a bit too strenuous to press with her hands...
In short, a moment later.
Elune took off her shoes and socks, revealing a pair of fair, delicate feet with beautiful arches.
Somewhat nervously, she gently stepped onto Lynn's back.
"Teacher... is this pressure okay?" She carefully held onto the shelf next to her to maintain her balance.
"Hmm...you can go harder, feel free to step on me, I can take it." Lynn's voice was muffled in the bed.
Elune then increased the pressure slightly, using the soles and heels of her feet to slowly roll over the muscles of his back.
This was an extremely intimate and even somewhat presumptuous gesture, but in the relaxed and professional atmosphere of the moment, it seemed so natural.
Lynn felt his heavy fatigue quickly dissipate under those jade feet that exuded a natural fragrance and had just the right amount of pressure, so comfortable that he almost fell asleep.
Elune was a little nervous at first, but seeing how relaxed her teacher was, she gradually relaxed as well, and even tried some of the druid's little tricks for clearing blood stagnation.
The room was now filled only with the soft rustling of friction and Lynn's occasional sighs of contentment.