Salon Reforms and Mother's First Massage
Lin Juan spent the evening filling Chu Fei in on the standard operating procedures of legitimate beauty salons—everything from client consultations to aftercare routines—along with a few discreet, off-the-menu services that weren't exactly advertised. None of it veered into anything sleazy, but damn, she really knew her way around the industry. It only came out after he pressed her: she'd worked for years at one of those internationally renowned spots.
Chu Fei didn't pry about the scars on her body. No point dredging up bad memories. Besides, once he figured out how to erase them completely, the past would stay buried. What good would knowing do anyway?
After mulling it over, Chu Fei had a solid plan taking shape. Time to steer the family salon onto the straight and narrow. He'd handle the slimming and body contouring gigs—trimming fat off women while collecting his little "rewards" on the side. He Shishi could apprentice under Mom on hair styling, eventually taking over that whole department. Lin Juan would run beauty treatments and skincare. Everyone pitches in, everyone gets paid—no more need for anyone selling their bodies on the street.
That night, Chu Fei laid it all out for his mom. He Peiling's eyes welled up instantly. "Little Fei, you've grown up so much. From now on, you call the shots—Mom's all in."
"Alright then! Starting today, no more staying open past midnight."
Chu Fei seized the momentum, pushing for changes. "And Mom, you don't need to hover here all day, every day. Get out, make some friends, take a breather..."
"I'm an old lady already... You saying I should go find a boyfriend or something?"
He Peiling caught his drift right away, shooting him a playful glare. "At my age, what good man is gonna want me? I'd rather be free than stuck nursing some geezer!"
"Uh... who said you're old? Hmph, with a powerhouse son like me, you believe I couldn't have you glowing with youth again overnight?"
"Flattery to butter up your mom, huh? Fine, let's see what you've got..." He Peiling grabbed her son's hand and tugged him upstairs to the big treatment room. "How's the new massage table? Like it?"
"Not bad!" Chu Fei nodded. "Hop on your stomach, Mom. Let's christen it properly tonight..."
"Hehe, okay! Sure!"
He Peiling didn't overthink it—just climbed on and lay face down, gazing up at her son with a sigh. "Never dreamed the day would come when you'd be massaging your old mom... Feels like everything's been worth it."
"Er... Mom, you gotta take off your clothes first. Can't do a proper job through fabric. This isn't some quick rubdown."
"Ah? You made that little Zhang strip down this afternoon too?"
He Peiling finally clocked it.
"Of course..."
"Ah?"
He Peiling hesitated, glancing nervously at the door. "Can't we skip that?"
"Mom... I'm your son. It's not like I haven't seen you naked before. What's there to worry about?"
Chu Fei couldn't help but chuckle.
"That's different—you were just a kid back then... Fine, off it comes!" Her face flushed crimson. "But you little punk, you massage and that's it—no funny business!"
"..."
Of course, Chu Fei had zero impure thoughts about his own mother. He poured his full focus into serving her, and as he worked, he casually burned away some of her excess fat and smoothed out the loose skin, restoring that taut firmness.
With several sessions under his belt now, he handled the "feast" like a pro. But he held back this time—didn't dare overdo it. Shishi had mentioned that floating sensation in her body still hadn't fully faded, and who knew about lingering side effects? So he just gave Mom a light tune-up. He Peiling wasn't even overweight to begin with.
Still, that unavoidable side effect hit: a massive wet stain bloomed across her plain cotton panties. She buried her face in the towel afterward, refusing to show it no matter what.
"Mom, during the massage, your body fat burns fast, kicking up some pleasure signals. Totally normal—that's why we strip down. No need to be embarrassed... It's just you and me here. You think your son would tease you?"
Chu Fei gave her back a gentle stroke. She was pushing forty-five, nearing fifty—skin still soft, but the luster and silkiness had faded. Looked like Lin Juan would need to pamper her with regular facials going forward. And more detox sessions from him...
Those were still just ideas—no real testing yet. No way was he experimenting on Mom. Old habit kicked in: he gave her ass a habitual pat. "Flip over, Mom. Front side now!"
"You little rascal!" He Peiling whipped around with a glare. "Daring to cop a feel from your own mom?"
