Chapter 119
Chapter 119
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 119
Chapter Title: Ahh, So That's What Handsomeness Is (3)
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I planted kisses along Na-young's nape and back, and she squirmed like it tickled, acting all coquettish.
Propping myself up on the bed, I straightened my back before settling right back into position, sitting astride her ass.
Slap, slap, smack, slap.
Unlike earlier in missionary, this time her ass cheeks wrapped around my thighs, making the fleshy impacts echo raw and clear.
Slap, slap, smack, thwack, smack.
"Hah, ngh, haaah, ahn, eung, ahn."
I gripped her perfectly shaped apple hips with both hands, switching to urgent thrusts right on the edge.
Thwack, thwack, thwack, thwack, smack, thwack, thwack.
"Ahh, ahh, a! A! Ahn! Hak! Hak! Ahh!"
"Heuk, heuk. Ngh. Na-young. I'm gonna cum."
"Ahn. Ahn! Eung! Hak, hak!"
Completely out of it now, Na-young couldn't even call my name anymore as she hit her third climax right with my release.
"Hngh!"
Slap! Squeeeze.
I let out a heavy breath, crushing her ass against my thighs.
As I unloaded, I ground against her, back and forth.
"Heuk! Ahh, ahhuaa, haaaa. Haa, haa."
Overwhelmed by the pleasure, she buried her face in the pillow and shook violently.
"Heok. Haak.."
With that final intense shudder, her breathing finally calmed.
When I pulled out, white fluid gushed from her pussy. And seeing Joo Na-young sprawled there in her uniform? It had my cock stirring back to life in no time.
"Heuk. Oppa, wait. Just a breather. Haa, haa."
I rubbed the tip of my now-hard-again cock against her pale ass, and Na-young let out a shrill scream.
"Heraaang! Ahn! No! Oppa! I, right now! Agh! What do I do! Agh! Aaaak! Choi Jun-young! Ahk, eureuk."
In the end, after that day, I wouldn't see her in that uniform for quite a while.
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ That day had finally arrived.
Smile Skin Care, a place that had never taken a male client since opening, now had its very first man on the membership roster: Yoo Ji-un.
I'd explained to Yoon Mi-so over and over that he was a guy, but all I got back was, "Mr. Choi Jun-young, you sure know how to joke around."
-Come on, where's a guy like that? I've been doing massages for over ten years. Sure, plenty of guys have faces like girls, but the build too? No way~.
"No. Such. Thing. .. As if."
I was scowling and mimicking her last words in that cutesy tone when, speak of the devil, the guy appeared beyond the entrance.
He pushed open the shop door with a shy smile, like some girl meeting her boyfriend at the promised spot.
Ding-a-ling, ding-a-ling.
"Hello."
By the way, Yoon Mi-so, who was supposed to help greet clients together this week, was stuck in the bathroom with constipation.
I had no idea how laid-back this director was—how long had I even known her before she started sharing details about her bowel situation?
Seeing my sour expression, Yoo Ji-un shuffled up to the desk and spoke up hesitantly.
"Um, excuse me, is Mr. Choi Jun-young here..?"
"That's me."
"Pardon?"
"Me, Ji-un-ah."
"Nee?"
After staring at my face for ages, he finally forced out words.
"N-No.. way."
"Plastic surgery turned out great, huh?"
I led the stunned guy to the massage room. Yoon Mi-so had felt safe leaving because the reservation at this hour was Yoo Ji-un.
"Shall we get started?"
"Ah, sure."
"Lie down here, then?"
Just the two of us in the massage room.
The spot I pointed to was, thank the heavens, a facial massage bed.
A conversation from a few days ago with Yoon Mi-so flashed in my mind.
-Go easy, okay? Easy. Don't flirt with every girl. You'll get stabbed. Yoo Ji-un wants face, Hyo-min wants shoulders, neck, and legs?
So, disaster of kneading Yoo Ji-un's ass was averted. Yoon Mi-so, you crazy auntie—why'd you show me her panty drawer and freak me out?
Of course, fiddling with a guy's face felt plenty sketchy too. Especially if that face was prettier than most girls'...
"Haa, hyung."
"Hey, no weird noises."
"Hng. Ah, it just slips out. What can I do?"
"Endure it."
This guy was a person of interest.
Honestly, if someone asked, "Stranded on a desert island—who'd you pick, Yoo Ji-un or an ugly girl?" ...I'd take Yoo Ji-un!
A dangerous dude who could confuse any man's sexual identity like that. But right now, he wasn't just some bro I knew.
He was a customer, so I'd service him to the fullest—and beyond—for the money.
⚔ STATUS ⚔ ⚡ [Skin Glow Masseur, X] A skill that grants healing and beauty effects to those touched—any masseur would kill for it.
The girls who'd been getting my skin glow massages regularly always stayed in top condition, and their [Charm] rank even went up a notch each time.
Yu-ra and Seo-ri, already high on the charm scale, hit Charm A (True), turning heads from every passerby without fail.
It didn't just prettify the visible spots. Nipples and pussies got prettier colors, pussy tightness restored like new—hell, I was happy every damn day.
Squeeze, squeeze. Press. Crunch.
"Eum."
But was it okay to use this insane skill on this guy—a dude with [Charm A rank] moaning sketchily like that?
What the hell would happen if this guy's charm hit S?
Maybe I was committing a grave sin against humanity right now.
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ So-jin was just as shocked by my new face.
Ding-dong-.
-Huh? Who's there? Creepy old perv? Or is it oppa today? Why didn't you just barge in?
I covered the intercom screen with my hand, and she messed with me right back.
For reference, mustache on = ajusshi, off = oppa.
She flung open the front door without even checking, then freaked.
Slam!
"Ajusshi's here.. Mom's medicine! Wh-who are you?"
Her wide eyes made me grin involuntarily. No answer from me, so she rolled those big peepers up and down, asking again.
"Who iiiis it?"
"Dummy, close the door if you're scared."
The second I spoke up.
"Kyaaak! Ajusshi! Real ajusshi?!"
"What, fake ajusshi?"
"Whoa. What is this? Total blast, no cap?"
She bounced around me in circles. And "no cap" wasn't a joke—she started peeking everywhere.
"I got plastic surgery."
"Pshh.. Lie. How long's it been since you last saw me? You some voice mimic master or what?"
"Can't trust even my ajusshi voice?"
"Show proof! Proof!"
She grinned and tilted her chin up.
Oh, you little punk. You know it's me and still playing?
I dropped my pants in the hallway. Panties too, of course.
"Kee-yak! Kyak! Kyaaak!"
"Quit screaming and pinch it or something."
"You're nuts, in the hallway!"
"What? Little miss perv So-jin. No one lives on this floor but you anyway. Who's gonna see?"
She bent at the waist, striking a detective pose with an imaginary magnifying glass, inspecting my dick.
"Hey. How long I gotta stand here like.."
"This thick, gross dick.."
"What, you say?"
What was wrong with my dick?
"..Yup, definitely ajusshi!"
Finally, she placed her hand on it.
"Beep. Passed!"
"You called me crazy, but you're weirder."
"Don't lovers start looking alike? Anyway, pass—so come in. Wow, but you really got surgery? Nothing stuck on your face, right?"
How many more times would I have to explain this? Tomorrow's farewell party at the shop already dreaded.
So-jin poked at my face, then suddenly pouted.
"Ah.."
"What?"
"Nothing ajusshi-like left at all now. Face is hot. No gut. No bald spot."
"Apologize to ajusshis nationwide."
She folded her splayed fingers one by one before declaring her verdict.
"Sigh, no more that violated feeling. Just romance left for you and me now, ajusshi."
You bitch, was that your vibe every time with me? Getting off on violating my ugliness?
As expected, pervert bitch So-jin's reaction was worlds apart from the other girls. Na-young seemed genuinely thrilled, though.
"Oh, right! Ajusshi, come here."
She grabbed my hand and dragged me to the dining chair, then snatched her phone and hammered the screen like a storm.
"What? Showing something cute? Pretty pics?"
"Ajusshi, stay still~."
A few seconds later, she found what she wanted and shoved the screen at me.
"This your dick, ajusshi."
"Crazy. What the hell outta nowhere."
Caught off guard, I looked—and yup, my dick was right there!
More precisely, the screen showed footage from last Sunday: me disguised as chicken delivery, pounding that rice cake chick. Posted on Creampie Net boards!
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