Chapter 42: The Path to Becoming a Popular Masseur
Today was supposed to be a day off with no need to go to work, but he'd started getting ready first thing in the morning.
Not long after, a call came in from the boss.
"Yunho, sorry about this, but could you come in today? Uran suddenly came down with a cold, and we've got holes in the schedule."
"Of course. I'll head out right now."
He hung up and whistled.
Special circumstances created—success.
Shim Uran was already at peak bookings these days. For her to suddenly call out sick? The female masseuses in the body therapy section couldn't possibly cover her appointments by splitting them up.
Sure, plenty of clients might cancel rather than see a male masseuse, but there had to be some women who'd end up assigned to him.
As expected, female clients started getting scheduled for him.
"Hello, ma'am. I'm Song Yunho, and I'll be handling your session today."
He finished speaking and flashed a welcoming smile. The woman, who'd entered with a reluctant expression, brightened subtly upon seeing his face.
Favor / Pleasure
"I was iffy about a guy, but he's hot."
"This might actually be better?"
Appearance score in the 40s. Average build. Her profile showed she was in her late 30s, living a life of indulging her golf-milf fantasies.
He poured oil generously into his palms, rubbed his hands together to warm it, then gently laid them on her back.
"Let's begin the session."
"Please take good care of me."
"Your records show it's been a while. Any sore spots?"
"Hmm. Lower back. I sit for long hours."
"Got it. Let me take a look."
Not like he could diagnose anything anyway. He hadn't studied that deeply.
He glanced at the area she mentioned, prodded it a few times, then spoke.
"Your muscles are pretty tense there. It's messing with your blood flow too. I'll work on it."
Love Weapon (Hand) — Level 1
He pressed his fingers firmly into the spot she'd complained about.
"Ha-ah!"
A moan slipped through her gritted teeth. He could see tension flood back into her relaxed body.
Yes. That's it.
It had been months since he started as a masseuse, and he'd dreamed of hearing that sound from day one. Finally.
What a long way around.
She looked embarrassed. He fought back a grin, keeping a straight face as he continued.
"Does it sting when I press like that? Women have less muscle mass, so the pressure hits the blood points harder."
"Ah, no, s-sorry about that...!"
She was flustered, clearly surprised by her own reaction. Adorable.
"I'll keep going, then."
Starting from the top, he pressed his thumbs into her erector spinae and slid downward.
".....Hngh."
She was lost in that hazy border between massage relief and subtle pleasure. If it had been outright sexual, she might've bolted, but it wasn't quite there—leaving her stuck in limbo.
"What is this... different from a normal massage..."
"This feels kinda weird."
"Should I just get up...?"
But as her mind cleared and her body relaxed further, she couldn't bring herself to move.
"Just a bit more..."
Of course, he was watching her thoughts unfold in real time.
I was worried the guy-vs-girl thing might create too much resistance, but she's good.
His technique now was beyond something mere gender discomfort could overcome.
Over the past months, he'd honed it on male clients. Love Weapon Level 1 had a low pleasure threshold. Heavy pressure blurred the line between sexual stimulation and therapeutic relief—unlike light caresses.
Plus, Contact Care made anyone relax the instant he touched them.
In short, just his touch now eased body and mind while lifting the mood. He was a masseur with magic hands.
She can handle more.
He picked up the pace, sliding his hands up and down rapidly.
"..Ngh...! Haa...."
Her breathing grew ragged.
"My back... where his hands touch feels hot.... This sensation is weird..."
He kept going, monitoring her status messages.
"Nngh....Hng...!"
"Was I always this sensitive?"
"First time a massage has ever felt this good..."
Her sensitivity wasn't top-tier per the messages, but it didn't matter. Love Weapon packed enough punch, and his base massage skills had leveled up from all those male clients.
Her satisfaction and pleasure started converting to GP. Less than sex, but meaningful enough.
The Desire Fulfillment App rewarded GP for fulfilling desires—not just sexual release, but any deep satisfaction or joy.
With Love Weapon and Contact Care, even standard massages yielded some GP.
He kept an eye on her messages, targeting what she wanted, applying steady stimulation. He avoided sensitive areas to prevent discomfort, but it was plenty.
"Hnnng.... Hngh?!"
"Does it hurt?"
"N-no, not that.....!"
He could see moisture gathering between her thighs.
"What... I'm getting wet from a massage...."
Soon, pleasure made her lower body twitch.
First client—too overt might risk rumors.
He slowed his pace.
"Ah.. it was feeling so good..."
Seeing her disappointment, he smiled inwardly. Ups and downs made it stick deeper.
Instead of speeding up, he amped the pressure. Gripping firmly, he kneaded the major muscles hard.
"Ngh, hngh... Feels so good."
He recalled how varying intensity mattered in sex too. Funny learning rhythm control through massage when Love Weapon let him steamroll.
Her lower body started twitching again, harder now. Glancing back, he saw her feet kicking.
And massaging here at this timing...
He shifted to the muscles where her waist met her hips—the spot that built up the most fatigue and delivered the biggest payoff.
"Ah..! Gonna... cum......"
Ten more seconds here, and she'd climax from non-erogenous stimulation alone.
Perfect timing.
Tap. Unfortunately, the session time ended right then.
He patted her shoulder lightly.
"Session's over, ma'am. You did great."
"Ah......"
She got up, masking her regret.
"If you're satisfied, please request me next time."
"Y-yeah... Good work."
As he finished with a subtle wink, her face flushed even in her daze.
That day, he handled four female clients—and all requested him specifically the next day.
Clients at Aesthetic Nonhyeon didn't just get beauty services and leave. Massages happened in private rooms, but hair, nails, gym, aerobics—they chatted with others or worked out together. Perfect for bonding, so groups of friends often came in packs.
Word-of-mouth spread like wildfire.
Starting with those four women on Shim Uran's sick day, rumors flew. Female clients requesting him kept growing.
Even now, a woman fresh from a workout was booking him.
"Five o'clock, then."
As she shyly turned away, her status message floated above her head.
Curiosity / Excitement
"Unnie said he's a masseur better than sex..."
"Wonder what it's like."
"Pfft!"
The water in his mouth sprayed out.
The rumors got explicit.
Not that it was bad. Steady female clients meant cash and GP refills.
His body now needed women to avoid GP drain. If a client appealed more than Shim Uran, she could double as GP fodder.
I've got plenty of partners already. But more sex partners is always better.
Ding. Sexual desire strongly agrees.
Unless it was a woman he really liked, repeating with the same person dropped his satisfaction—and GP yield.
New partners? The more, the better.
Hope a cute one shows up.
Finishing a session and heading to the break room, Go Seokhyeon approached. Rubbing his wrist—he'd just wrapped up too.
Go Seokhyeon grinned at him.
"Yunho. Go grab me a takeout coffee."
"...Pardon?"
"Don't play dumb. Coffee. From Byeolbang."
What the hell's his problem all of a sudden?