Chapter 120: Swedish Massage Class
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 120: Swedish Massage Class
The woman, having drizzled oil over her arms and hands, began to massage my body.
I wasn't sure if I should call this a massage.
Or foreplay.
"Is this Swedish?"
"...Yes."
The woman replied somewhat awkwardly, looking embarrassed.
She didn't seem very used to this kind of situation.
Has she not been here long?
I didn't mean anything else, but it had already been almost a month since the apocalypse started. For a faction to establish a base here, they must have been around for a while.
Either before or after the 1st Zombie Rush.
Some time must have passed since they started this "class," so her awkwardness meant she hadn't been doing this for very long.
Well, then again.
She looked like a plain student who clearly had nothing to do with this kind of work.
There's nothing stupider than judging a person solely by their looks, but physiognomy isn't a completely baseless concept either.
The vibe a person gives off is usually quite telling.
When you work in this kind of industry, certain habits and speech patterns naturally rub off on you.
Maybe that was why it felt a bit more exciting.
I didn't come here for this, but an unexpected, pleasant event like this was actually the exact kind of ideal scenario I had hoped for in a Zombie Apocalypse.
What is the charm of a Zombie Apocalypse?
Survival, and sex in a lawless zone.
Isn't the main advantage being able to do things you've only ever imagined?
It was finally happening in the Multi-Server.
Whether I'd rule Konkuk University or dismantle it was something I'd figure out after meeting their faction, but for now, checking out their business model wasn't a bad idea.
The massage that started on my hands moved to my body. The woman drizzled oil over her breasts, climbed on top of me, and began massaging me with them.
In porn, don't they usually have you lie face down and slide their oiled breasts across your back?
Doing it face-to-face made it much hotter since I could see her face.
My cock occasionally brushing against her slippery pussy was highly stimulating, and the way she slightly turned her head in embarrassment whenever our eyes met would definitely be a major turn-on for anyone with "that kind of taste."
Or maybe not.
Regardless of personal taste, even I found it incredibly hot.
Since I had no reason to look away, I grabbed her chin to lock eyes with her.
"..."
Unable to turn her head, she cast her eyes downward, so I let her go.
Rather than me trying to control things, it was better to leave the massage entirely to the masseuse.
My entire body glistened with oil.
How good could an embarrassed girl really be at this?
It was just the sheer hotness of the situation—the oil, the skin-on-skin contact.
After rubbing her body against mine for a bit, she moved down to my legs, lifting my lower body to rest on her knees.
A position where my cock was cradled by her breasts.
She modestly gathered her breasts together, sandwiching my cock between them, and began a titty fuck with her slippery chest.
Her breasts were of average size, so they couldn't fully envelop my cock, but the soft texture alone was more than enough.
Then, she leaned down to suck on my exposed head.
It was still awkward, but not bad.
Well, I was only nitpicking because I was currently living a blessed, happy apocalyptic sex life.
Honestly, where else would I get a full-body oil massage and a titty fuck from a girl who looked like an active college student?
"How much is it to take one of these classes? Do you know?"
"Uh... no..."
"Hmm... probably pretty expensive."
If I were the organizer of this class, how much would I charge the students who came to take it?
Probably a lot.
Even just partitioning rooms and running it like a red-light district would bring in quite a few Coins.
But seeing how they set up these specific concepts, they must be charging a massive premium.
She wasn't particularly skilled, but the constant stimulation was bringing me close to the edge.
As I came right into her mouth while she was eagerly stimulating the tip, she quickly swallowed the head to catch the semen.
She sucked up the semen dripping from her lips and wiped down my oil-covered cock with a warm wet towel.
Then, seeing my still-erect cock, she tried to climb on top of me.
I stopped her.
"That's enough."
"...Yes."
It was an interesting system and a fun event, so I went along with it, but I didn't want to use what others had already used.
I asked the woman as she wiped down my body.
"Were you captured? Or did you just have nowhere else to go?"
At my question, the woman glanced at me warily before replying.
"The electricity was cut off... and there was no food... I heard I could earn Coins here..."
"Hmm. I see. That's a shame."
"Pardon?"
"If you were captured and exploited against your will, I was going to rescue you. But if it's voluntary, I guess a Quest won't even trigger."
"..."
She probably had no idea what I was talking about.
Just like back at the orphanage, in an apocalyptic world like this, you couldn't judge sex work purely on face value.
In a world where it was only natural to sell whatever you could to buy survival supplies, you couldn't know if someone was being forced or doing it willingly until you asked them directly.
Seeing her awkward behavior and expressions, I had initially wondered if she had been dragged here and forced into it.
Since she was still awkward despite some time having passed, it meant she hadn't been here long. A Small Faction of over 200 people like this could easily kidnap people and force them into this kind of work.
Forcing them through strength was the most efficient way, after all.
It was a service job where you didn't have to pay them; as long as you fed them, you could extract value with zero investment costs.
But she said that wasn't the case.
In that case, it seemed unlikely I'd get a sub-event Quest bonus like 'Liberate the Captured Students of Konkuk University.'
"...But there are a lot of kids who are captured."
As I finished wiping off and stood up to put on my clothes, the woman hesitated before speaking to me.
"I... I came to earn Coins too, but they said we aren't allowed to leave. They give us Coins for every client we take, but... the other kids are just captured and forced to work. There are a lot of them who want to leave."
"Really?"
Suddenly, the students I had seen carrying luggage on my way up came to mind.
Their faces had looked incredibly exhausted.
Should I go to them?
I couldn't spend too much time on it, but checking it out wouldn't hurt.
"Thanks for the class."
If I had to rate my satisfaction with the service, I'd give it about 3 out of 5 stars.
It wasn't that the service itself was outstanding, but rather the excitement of this surprise event, combined with the fact that the girl was a rare find who fit the situation perfectly.
When I went down to the first floor, the man who had sent me upstairs approached me.
"Did you enjoy the class?"
"Yeah. It was good."
You should've told me sooner if you had a place like this.
Though, of course, I had no intention of paying to come here.
As I was about to leave, the man stopped me.
"Swedish massage 60-minute course. Titty fuck. Mouth finish. One shot, no penetration. That will be 450 Coins in total."
"What Coins?"
"450 Coins, sir."
As expected, I was right.
These motherfuckers.
I knew they'd charge a ridiculous premium.
I protested.
"What, did she feed me herbal medicine to restore my stamina? 450 Coins? Fuck off. There's a limit to ripping people off."
"Now, now, sir. You can't do this at someone's place of business. Other people are in the middle of their classes."
"You fucking asshole, you have to rip people off within reason if you want them to pay. I walk out of a nice class feeling good, and you ask for 450 Coins? You son of a bitch. Do you want to die?"
When I pretended to be moderately angry, the man looked troubled and gave me a slight discount.
"Then just give me 400 Coins."
Judging by his shitty expression, he probably wanted to get rid of me quickly and put me on the Blacklist.
Of course, I had no intention of paying 400 Coins either.
How should I play out this event?
As I was pondering, another guy approached.
I thought they were going to kick me out by force together, but standing next to him was a Bearded Ahjussi.
That guy spoke to the one I was confronting.
"It's checked here that Kim Seok-yun entered Room 204. This guy says he's Kim Seok-yun, so what's going on? It says you marked it down."
"Huh? He's right here. Kim Seok-yu..."
Then, his expression changed as he realized something was wrong.
I said shamelessly,
"Since this guy is Kim Seok-yun, collect it from him."
As I tried to pass the buck and leave, he grabbed me.
"Fuck. Who the hell are you?"
"Why do you care?"
"This motherfucker. You're dead—"
I punched the cocky bastard right in the face, caving his face in as he went flying.
The guy next to him panicked and reached for his weapon, but hesitated.
He was probably wondering if he could actually win.
I patted him on the shoulder.
"You said this guy is Kim Seok-yun. I settled things with him before coming out, so you guys figure it out."
"..."
I also gave Kim Seok-yun a piece of advice.
"Room 204 was pretty good. She said she needs Coins, so make sure to visit often."
I immediately headed down the path to find the students who had been carrying luggage earlier.
Finding them wasn't hard.
The time I spent taking the class was only about thirty minutes to an hour.
Perhaps because the students carrying luggage still had a mountain of work, they were still moving boxes, even if they were different people from before.
I stepped in among them and shouted,
"How much longer will you live like slaves?!"
Everyone's eyes locked onto me.
Shamelessly, I kept shouting.
"Fight for your freedom!"
I cried out with all the earnestness in my heart.