Charley stood behind caressing shoulders, Lucia half-squatting and pinching her legs, and Isabella massaging her scalp from the front.

Where is Wang Xiaole now?

Perhaps, it can be understood as "paradise" in a certain sense!

What exactly is this place?

Answer: A "fantasy park" created by humans!

Less than three minutes ago, the smell of gunpowder from the battlefield still lingered nearby;

The room itself was also facing a huge danger of being destroyed at any moment.

But in less time than it took to make a bowl of noodles, the scene had transformed into a completely different atmosphere, vastly different from before.

Even if a great archmage were to stand here and cast the most powerful magic they could muster, it might not bring about such a drastic change.

However:

Only Wang Xiaole, the person on the scene, truly understood:

The factor behind the seemingly harmonious situation now, was not magic or curses, but a clever play of words.

Concept swapping—this was something Wang Xiaole excelled at!

Just a few minutes ago, he skillfully used this linguistic technique to stabilize the four young girls around him.

In brief, Isabella and the other three girls' reasons for mutual hostility, largely stemmed from their intolerance of each other, leading to friction in all situations.

Having fully understood this psychological aspect of the four of them, Wang Xiaole took practical action to create this erroneous cause-and-effect formula:

Competing against rivals does not necessarily require the use of force, and other means can be used for resolution.

Wang Xiaole told the girls:

"Using force to win is a lowly way of competing! Why can't you consider my suggestion? After all, you are arguing about me, so I have the final say."

Not just one, but all the girls present at that moment found his words reasonable.

Even if they didn't understand what exactly "lowly" meant, it didn't stop one of them from continuing the conversation:

"Does the master have a better suggestion to offer?"

Like an ignorant person opening Pandora's Box.

Isabella's initiative changed the atmosphere drastically following her words.

With caution, Wang Xiaole cleverly avoided topics like:

"What is the relationship between myself and them?"

"Who do I actually like?"

Through intentional distortion of facts, he earnestly delivered a conclusion that bordered on absurdity:

"In short: the four of you are here to serve me! The one who pleases me the most and makes me most comfortable will be the ultimate winner!"

Charley had never heard such a shameless proposal before.

As the most rational one among the four girls, she sensed a hint of cunning as soon as that outlandish conclusion was drawn.

Without a doubt, Charley concluded that in this room, there existed a male fox with impure intentions!

This scent made Charley involuntarily curl her lips, internally making a disgusted noise while feeling a strong sense of amusement.

To be precise:

Charley did not dislike cunning people; on the contrary, she rather admired these individuals who resembled herself.

Shameless — Charley did have a passing thought about this term in her heart;

but for someone like her, who would stop at nothing, those four words could be seen as the ultimate praise, whether directed at herself or others.

Furthermore:

Wang Xiaole's proposal was indeed a good thing for Charley;

because at this moment, she and the other three women were on the same starting line.

However, Wang Xiaole didn't exclude Charley mainly to maintain stability, not because she valued her so much.

Of course:

The reason was not important to Charley, as long as she wasn't singled out, she had nothing to complain about;

even though Charley knew:

the proposal itself was not pure!

But as long as she was included in the proposal, she had nothing else to desire at this moment.

The three other women, besides her, may have exchanged looks for a moment;

but soon enough, they snorted at each other, turned their heads back in an instant, and expressed their displeasure at their rival on their faces.

"Fine, as a virtuous wife, I am willing to accept this kind of competition!"

Lucia's agreement served as a signal.

Shortly after, Isabella and Cai, unwilling to fall behind, also expressed their attitudes in a similar way through speaking or nodding.

It is proven:

Comfort is created by oneself!

Wang Xiaole lay on the bed, enjoying the service of the four girls in front and behind him, feeling extremely pleased.

Though pleased, Wang Xiaole always made sure to focus on the main task, which was to use his "judgment" power to stabilize the four young ladies in turn.

Enjoying the massages from the four pairs of hands, he never showed any favoritism.

For necessary praise and affirmation, Wang Xiaole was generous and firmly adhered to the principle of "sharing the praise."

"Xia's finger pressure is just right."

"Apprentice's skills are top-notch."

"Cai is even better than those professionals."

"Charley won't lose to anyone as long as she sets her mind to it."

Wang Xiaole knew deeply:

To ensure one's survival in a competitive environment, one must grasp the principle of "balance";

putting it more bluntly, mastering the technique of "pacifying."

Next, it was time to witness the skills.

"What the apprentice wants to hear isn't something that can be easily passed off with just the term 'top-notch'."

As the most proud and arrogant among the four women, Isabella was not particularly satisfied with the previous praise, and she was the first to bring up a challenge:

"Please, Master, tell us: among the four of us, who makes you feel the most comfortable with our service?"

With an eager attitude, the Queen's temperament grew more excited and fervent as she spoke.

Given the dangerous path this emotional escalation could lead to, Wang Xiaole temporarily closed his mouth, beginning to swiftly consider countermeasures in his mind.

This question posed by the apprentice and new partner must be addressed delicately, not avoided outright while also not blindly going along with it;

keeping these two principles in mind, after pondering for a moment, Wang Xiaole smoothed things over.

He reached out and smoothed the hair behind his disciple's ear, wearing a gentle master's expression and spoke with a voice as soft as a spring breeze:

"My disciple's skills are what truly relax my tired body..."

"Darling?"

Lucia's cheeks instantly lost color, and the other two girls' faces were also nowhere to be found.

Where there are those who gasp in shock, there will naturally be those who smile broadly.

Isabella was not a cruel girl, but she couldn't help but hold her head high, looking proud like a triumphant soldier.

Is that all Wang Xiaole has to say?

No, it's just the beginning.

The praise for his disciple earlier was just Wang Xiaole's way of priming the conversation.

Following that, he followed up as a supplement:

"However! Sia's service is more enriching for the soul, and the colored massage is more relaxing for the body..."

This question and answer session could be likened to four top students gathering together and asking the teacher who has the best grades;

The teacher pointed at one of them, but before that person could get happy, the teacher made it clear:

The term "best" refers to one subject;

And the other three students, in other academic fields, also hold top positions.

It cannot be denied:

Wang Xiaole gave a direct answer, which is also a clear response;

But when you consider his complete answer, it's not hard to see:

In similar situations, his approach is mostly about praising each one in turn, then alternating with some flattery.

In the face of this flattery, the four girls were quite satisfied.

Satisfaction means they took the bait, which is great, so Wang Xiaole added one last sentence:

"With the four of you by my side, it truly feels like I've accumulated good karma over hundreds of lifetimes, as if the luck of all the people in the mainland is concentrated in me, and that's not an exaggeration!"

Done, the first round concluded smoothly.

Immediately starting the second round, with no break between rounds.

The opportunity for the second round arose when Isabella soon realized that the answer was circling back again.

The Queen would not settle for that, so she greatly expanded on the "service" concept proposed by the master earlier, offering a large "extension" of possibilities.

Regarding the proposal for this "service," the content was not limited to basic massage but could involve more advanced tasks.

As for her thoughts on the massage, Isabella wasn't going to dwell on it; she wanted to bring up a new concern.

"The 'warm-up' massage has been enough until now; let's get to the real thing now."

Isabella's confidence was justified.

Among the four women present, her status was the most advantageous.

In this room, only Lucia and Isabella had held weddings with Wang Xiaole;

Of the two, Lucia had crashed the venue, being the kind of "bride" who doesn't follow the rules.

Isabella's status as a partner had a fundamental distinction;

After all, her wedding ceremony with the master had been officiated by Sister Glasses personally and registered in the royal archives;

Moreover, Wang Xiaole, as the legitimate imperial husband, had been officially entered into the royal family's genealogy by professionals.

The difference between the two is equivalent to a "de facto marriage" and an "official marriage";

Comparatively speaking, it goes without saying that the "official marriage" carries more weight.

According to the saying over in the Celestial Empire, this master-disciple pair belongs to that category of being "registered," "having obtained the certificate," and even holding a wedding banquet in their hometown as a legitimate husband and wife.

This twenty-four karat purity of a marital relationship is Isabella's greatest source of confidence, laying the emotional foundation for her bold actions to come.

Without waiting for the master to react, Isabella manually pressed the other party's head downwards, making the master rest their head on her knees, which were brought together.

At this point, Isabella had already climbed onto the bed, sitting with her legs properly positioned on the bedding, and her tiptoed feet arched closely against her perfectly aligned buttocks.

There's no doubt, a similar gesture is known as a "knee pillow."

This marks the first time in Isabella's life that she has undertaken such a courageous act;

At present, she feels the warmth on both sides of her cheeks is incredibly high, almost as if an egg could be hatched there into a chick.