The Path of a Popular Masseur
She froze for a moment and looked at me.
"If you just leave like that, that pissed-off loser will just spin his web and escape. Don't go—let me give you your treatment instead."
"I've got some beef with Go Seokhyeon too. Don't you wanna see that bastard squirm?"
The second button of this proper thrashing was convincing her. Fortunately, she seemed intrigued by my words.
She leaned in close to my ear, whispering so no one else could hear.
"So, how're you gonna do it?"
"If you just leave, that asshole will just line up another girl and do the same shit. I wanna make sure he can't—but I could use your help, customer."
I finished with a wink. She gave me a look like she couldn't believe it for a second.
Then her expression slowly shifted.
"Can I trust you?"
"Promise. I'll take full responsibility—and handle your revenge for you too."
She turned toward the boss.
"Hmm. Boss? Changed my mind. I'll take treatment from him right now."
"Wha—yes, yes! Yunho, get ready right away."
To the boss, who'd been pacing anxiously after the lobby disaster, I was a lifeline from the heavens.
A moment later, she and I entered the massage room.
"So how exactly are you gonna screw him over?"
Her tone was still curt. She was pissed.
First, I need to calm her down a bit.
"I'll explain during the massage. Come over here and lie down?"
She did as I said.
"Alright. Treatment starting."
As I placed my hands on her back, Contact Care activated, and her anger began to subside.
"So, how're you gonna do it?"
Her voice was calmer now. A quick glance at her status message showed curiosity overtaking the anger.
I told her about the various run-ins between Go Seokhyeon and me.
"So, to sum it up: you're blowing up right now, and he's jealous, trying to sabotage you."
"Yeah. And I just provoked him on purpose a minute ago. If I clean up his mess in front of everyone, what do you think that'll do to his position here?"
She smiled with satisfaction.
"Heh, yeah. Way better revenge than just walking out."
She continued.
"But you seem to have a pretty good idea what went down between me and Go Seokhyeon."
"Ah, that bastard's all talk. He's ripped off customers like that plenty of times."
In truth, Go Seokhyeon never spilled his own secrets—it was all from status messages and profiles. But still.
"That fucking prick..."
Slander is always righteous. She grumbled in anger for a bit before calming down and asking again.
"Just shrinking his turf isn't enough, though. What's next?"
"Ah, that... You've been coming here a while, right?"
"About three years steady. I've been his regular for around a year."
"Perfect. Would you be willing to go public with what happened between you and Go Seokhyeon?"
"Well..."
Her face hardened at my question, lost in thought.
"You can't, right? It'd hurt him, sure—but it'd trash your image too."
"...Yeah."
I'd anticipated that. Her status message even showed regret over the lobby scene.
Spreading rumors or going public about her and Go Seokhyeon would devastate him, no doubt. But she'd get stuck with the label of the sucker who threw money at a guy who played her.
Aesthetic de Nonhyeon's clients were mostly upper crust. They'd hate any whiff of scandal.
So the lobby fiasco would fizzle out, Go Seokhyeon would get a slap on the wrist, and he'd keep working here.
Can't let that slide.
"How about spreading a different rumor instead?"
"Huh? Like what...?"
"Introduce me to the other customers—especially Go Seokhyeon's regulars. Do that, and I can halve his income, no sweat. What do you say?"
She thought for a moment.
"That might be tough. I can't just recommend anyone. If I send them your way and they get a bad treatment, I'll look bad."
"No need to worry about that."
To steal Go Seokhyeon's clients, I needed three things. Good looks and killer massage skills covered two. The last was getting the word out—and she'd handle that.
"No worries, huh? Your profile pamphlet said no experience. It's weird you're even working here."
"Want me to show you how I can?"
"Yeah. Nepo baby or something?"
Ouch, that stings the pride. Instead of answering, I pressed firmly into her back.
Love Weapon (Hand) Level 1
"Eek...!"
A strange sensation hit her suddenly, goosebumps prickling across her skin. My thumb dug into her muscles, then my palm swept over her entire back. The goosebumps vanished in its wake.
Sweeping upward again in that state...
"Ahh..."
She let out a moan like a slowed-down ticklish squeal, her toes wiggling.
"Get it now?"
"...Yeah... You're really good at this."
"Exactly. As thanks for helping me screw over Go Seokhyeon..."
Love Weapon (Hand) Level 2
"I'll show you what real handiwork feels like."
Squish.
"Haaaahhhn!!!!!"
Thirty minutes passed. She tried her best to stifle her moans, but in the end, she arched her back and climaxed right in front of me.
I'd avoided her groin, chest—any problematic spots—yet melted her completely. Even massaging just her back, shoulders, and waist brought intense pleasure, leaving her helpless and writhing.
As she trembled in the afterglow, I tapped her shoulder.
"Treatment's over, ma'am. Since we clicked, you'll request me again next time, right?"
"Ahh... Yesss..."
Stepping out of the room, Go Seokhyeon was right there, face stiff as a board. I eyed him for a second, then patted his shoulder with my oil-slick hands and smirked.
"Oh, sunbae. I cleaned up your mess."
"...You... bastard..."
"Nah, no need for thanks. If you're grateful, grab me a takeout coffee from outside. That'll do."
Condescending gaze. Sleazy smile.
Seeing my expression, Go Seokhyeon ground his teeth.
"This little shit...!"
"Little shit? To the guy who just saved your ass from getting fired? I'll be in the break room—coffee, please."
I brushed past without waiting for a reply, heading to the break room.
Second and third buttons secured, provocation complete.
Now I just waited for Go Seokhyeon to fill the fourth.
The third button was her—Go Seokhyeon's client—spreading word around the center. At first from revenge, later from satisfaction with my service, she told all her close clients about me.
Half of Go Seokhyeon's regulars switched to me. Subtracting base pay, his salary halved—mine doubled by the difference.
Go Seokhyeon flipped out and lunged, but I ignored him. He wasn't dumb enough to start a physical fight with my 188cm muscled frame.
He tried rallying the staff for bullying, but no dice. Everyone knew I'd cleaned up his lobby mess. No one wanted to pick sides in our feud.
Stuck unable to act, he finally crossed the line I was baiting him toward under constant provocation.
Entertaining thoughts. Perfect for exploiting.
The fourth button of Operation Screw Go Seokhyeon was about to snap into place. I grinned wickedly.
I'd decided the final stage of thrashing Go Seokhyeon was firing him. The trick was making him get fired.
I'd considered faking chat logs of his hooker solicitation with edits and screenshots—but no go. Smartly, he never used explicit terms in KakaoTalk.
So I kept provoking, pushing until he lost control and chopped off his own foot.
"Seokhyeon hyung, not heading out?"
"Nah, sticking around to clean up. Hit the gym too."
As he answered another staffer, I pulled out my smartphone. Opened WeLike, snapped a photo, and applied reality correction with a quiet chuckle.
Can't wait for tomorrow.
Next day at work, Go Seokhyeon was lurking near my massage room. He scowled at me, eyes burning, then brushed past.
I almost laughed. He'd schooled his face, but I caught the eager glint in his eyes.
Sorry, but it won't go your way.
Thinking of what was coming soon, my face mirrored his—full of anticipation.
I steadied my pounding heart and glanced at Go Seokhyeon's room.
Then the sound I'd been waiting for echoed out.
"KyaAAAAAHHH!"