Chapter 41: The Path to Becoming a Popular Masseur

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The first Trophy Quest could only be completed by taking the CSAT. There were roughly eight months left until the exam.

'First, let's aim to make some money.'

The second Trophy Quest was to become the top masseur at Aesthetic Nonhyeon.

'If the reality alteration limit on others gets lifted as a reward, I can build the best beauty center in the country.'

With that in mind, he resolved to pour all his time into the beauty center work for the foreseeable future.

But as soon as he made up his mind, a serious problem came to mind.

It had been two months since he started working as a masseur. Customers were finally starting to come to him.

"Urghhh!"

"Sorry, sir. Did that hurt?"

"N-no, haha... It didn't hurt."

"Then I'll continue."

"Y-yes... pleeeease... Urgh!"

Watching the male customer flush red while answering, only to let out another moan at the end, turned his stomach.

Getting customers was good. The problem was that they were all men.

In beauty centers, it was common for female masseuses to treat male clients, but almost unheard of for male masseuses to treat female ones. He'd only realized after starting the job that women generally preferred female masseuses.

'I was clueless about the industry.'

Male masseuses did occasionally get female clients, but only in special cases—like when bookings were overflowing or they got direct requests from women. In other words, with no name recognition yet, getting female customers was practically impossible.

'My dream of turning massage into reality...'

He pressed his thumb into the customer's erect muscle.

"Hng... grrrk."

The male customer tried desperately to hold back the sound leaking out, but he was powerless under Yunho's touch.

Even at Level 1, this reaction meant the guy had pretty good sensitivity. Aware of how embarrassing this was, the customer kept trying to stifle his moans, but—

Squeeze.

"...Ahh♡"

A sweeter voice than ever burst out.

"........."

"...."

".....Sorry."

"....It's fine."

It wasn't fine at all.

'Listening to this makes me wanna puke...'

To suppress the nausea, he desperately thought of other things. Luckily, he had plenty on his mind these days. What a relief.

'What reward will I ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠get for taking the CSAT?'

Squeeze.

"Hngk!"

'I've got a good amount of GP saved up. I want to do the next update, but the quests that unlock new app updates as rewards have decreased since the tutorial ended.'

Squeeze.

"Haaang!♡"

Ah. Fuck. Real fucking fuck.

"...The session's over, sir."

There had been a close call midway, but by focusing hard on his thoughts, he managed to finish without vomiting.

Their sensitive customer, face beet red, fumbled awkwardly—yeah, fucking awkwardly—to put his shirt back on.

"Uh... tip... Your skills are really great. I'll come again."

"...Thank you. Haha."

It was revolting, but most male customers who experienced his sessions became regulars.

With Contact Care added, just touching people reduced their stress. After a massage from him, their minds cleared, and they felt great. Plus, Love Weapon (Hand) amplified the physical pleasure, so tips were generous.

Word must have spread among the center's clients, because direct requests had increased lately. Everything was going smoothly—except for the fatal flaw that they were all men.

He checked the next reservation—thirty minutes of free time.

'Maybe hit the break room and rest.'

There were two or three guys from the body therapy section in the break room. He bowed his head in greeting.

"Hey, hyungs."

Working there, he'd learned the beauty industry had a surprisingly strict senior-junior hierarchy. Even within the same department, there was a military-like culture.

No one was outright bullying him into errands, so he went along with it.

'The old me would've gotten pissed or held a grudge.'

With some leeway now, this felt trivial. Almost cute, even.

'No need to stir up trouble. I'm used to strict hierarchies anyway.'

He was a Marine veteran, after all. He ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠had the sense to read the room, take initiative on cleaning therapy rooms, and such.

His improved silver tongue had earned him a rep as a mild-mannered newbie.

That wrapped up the workday. Normally he'd hit a club, but instead he waited an extra hour.

"Sorry to keep you waiting."

"Nah."

He smiled at Shim Uran emerging from her last session. Time to replenish GP.

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Shim Uran's moans during GP sessions only got him more excited the more he heard them. So why did the ones at work make him ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠sicker?

Squeeze.

"Urghhh!"

Squeeze.

"Hurgh?!"

Squeeeze.

"Kh... haaaang♡"

'...Fuck.'

"...Session's over, sir."

He wiped the oil off his hands with a towel and patted the male customer's back lightly. The guy still twitched from the aftershocks.

'Male moans are starting to feel familiar...'

No, that wasn't it. He shook his head and slapped his cheeks.

He couldn't get used to these vomit-inducing noises. Quitting would end this nightmare, but the quest made that impossible.

And another thing. He'd endured for the quest at first, but now another reason weighed heavier.

A new reason forcing him to grit his teeth.

"I swear on my dick. I won't quit until I hear a woman moan on that massage bed."

Pure spite.

Not having a single female customer yet pissed him off to no end. Spite alone would keep him going.

'Now I get it. Waiting passively gets me nowhere.'

A few months as a masseur, and zero female clients. He wasn't optimistic enough to expect that to change.

'Just one female customer, and the rest will follow easy.'

With just Love Weapon, he'd landed the job at Aesthetic Nonhyeon. After Contact Care, he was practically a god-touched masseur.

Anyone getting a massage from him—with both skills—would become a regular or die trying.

'Word's spreading among the guys, so women should start requesting me soon.'

Yet zero women? Blame Aesthetic Nonhyeon itself.

Aesthetic Nonhyeon: One of Gangnam's top-five luxury beauty centers by scale. Clients were upper-class types hypersensitive to service quality. Staff were industry elites.

He? A newbie with less than half a year under his belt—practically zero tenure. Hard for a curious woman to pick him over her regular masseur, no matter his skill.

'At this rate, no women unless it's a freak occurrence.'

So he'd manufacture a freak occurrence.

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"Y-Yunho, w-wai... haaaaaang♡"

Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!

"Haaaaaaaang!!!!!!♡♡♡"

Feeling her gush wildly, he didn't stop. Kissing Shim Uran's nape, he kept thrusting his hips.

Maintaining a relentless pace without pause wasn't easy. But his body—toned by consistent workouts... no, consistent alterations—handled the rapid reps without tiring.

And his physique wasn't just about the muscles.

He had the stamina boost from his one-night stand marathon. Muscular build plus inhuman endurance meant Shim Uran alone couldn't satisfy him anymore.

Until now, he'd gone easy on her, but not today.

"Ahk...... W-wait a sec. S-slower........ Hooooh!!!!"

Shim Uran shattered again. Steady, rapid thrusts brought climaxes just as fast.

".....! W-whaaa. St-stop, kyaa,........ N-no. Nooo....!!"

Once more. Shim Uran arched her back like a bow, hitting her peak. Exhausted, she panted roughly.

Normally he'd pause to care for her. But not today. His hips didn't stop.

"Eh? Again right away? W-wai....... Aaang! Yunhooooo!"

He lifted her hips, sitting up. As her body arched back, she hurriedly wrapped her arms around his neck.

In that position, he bounced her hips up and down, snapping his waist. The standing carry position—a gym rat's privilege.

He'd never set foot in a gym, but appearance alterations made it possible.

Thud. Thuuud. Thuuuud. Thuuuuuud!!

Fucking standing up changed the friction sounds entirely.

"Hngh!♡ Hk!♡♡ Hng!!♡♡♡ Hoooooh!!!!♡♡♡♡♡"

Her cries—moan or scream?—urged him to go faster. Kneading her ass wildly, snapping his hips nonstop, she wailed, tightening her arms and clinging to his torso.

'Literally mind-breaking reactions.'

"Please stop! Haaak! Please! St-hak! Stoooop!!!"

Endless stimulation melting her brain, she screamed for mercy.

People always want to run when told to stop. Seeing this, she craved even stronger.

"Not stopping till you pass out tonight."

"Just knock me out! Knock me oooout haaaak!!!"

Oh ho. If you insist.

To grant her wish, he leveled up Love Weapon.

Love Weapon gained EXP from satisfying women, leveling itself up. During his one-night marathon, he'd satisfied over a hundred, hitting Level 4.

'But after testing it once, I'd sealed it away till now.'

Gripping her ass with both hands, he slammed her down onto his cock with full force.

Splaaaat!

"Hooooooooh!!!!!!!♡♡♡♡♡"

Still more left in her—she convulsed head to toe, squirting explosively.

"Hngh, hngh... hng.... hurgh....."

Reason for sealing Level 4? Simple: It knocked them out.

Level 4 pleasure overwhelmed normal brains.

"C-can't... go to... hooook.... hngh......"

Her dying gasp of a working woman's plight—and Shim ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Uran passed out.

"Sorry. Things are urgent for me now too. You made me a masseur, so cut me some slack."

Can't massage dudes forever, right?

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