Chapter 45 - Kim Youngae

Most massage oils contain fragrances, but they're subtle ones. If a foreign substance gets mixed in, the scent can change in an instant. For example, something like semen would make it blatantly obvious.

But Go Seokhyeon probably hadn't noticed. He'd made sure that the semen smell would waft up when applied to a customer's body.

"You, you fucking psycho!!"

"You crazy bastard! You pervert! How dare you smear semen-mixed oil on my body!!"

Slap!

"Customer, what are you—"

Go Seokhyeon opened his mouth with a dumbfounded look even after getting slapped across the cheek, but he took another smack on the opposite side and toppled over.

A crowd had gathered in no time. In the distance, the owner was approaching, clutching the back of his neck.

"Go Seokhyeon. Step back for now."

The owner issued a stern order and addressed the customer.

"Ma'am? If you explain the situation, we'll take care of it."

"The situation? The situation? Smell this oil first before you talk. How the hell do you manage your staff!?"

The owner's face hardened as he sniffed the oil; it couldn't have been more rigid.

The incident wrapped up just ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠like that. I turned away, chuckling to myself.

Go Seokhyeon's scheme had been this: Buy semen online and mix a ton into my oil bottle. If I didn't notice, game over. If I did, he'd out me to everyone as the pervert who'd spiked the oil with cum before I could toss it.

At a glance, his plan seemed flawless. Except for the fact that his profile window was floating above his head.

The day before, after he'd tampered with it, I'd used reality correction to swap the appearance of his oil bottle with mine and switch their positions. And this was the result.

Go Seokhyeon was fired on the spot and slapped with a massive civil lawsuit from the owner.

'A bit harsh for just pissing me off, but...'

Considering how he'd been secretly banging clients behind the owner's back, steadily eroding the brand image of Esthetic de Nonhyeon, it was a fair punishment.

He protested that it wasn't his semen, but no one bought it. He thrashed about to the end, demanding DNA tests and such, but even if it ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠proved not to be his, the firing was already set in stone.

Esthetic de Nonhyeon was a top-tier spot in the industry, staffed by the best. The moment he couldn't manage his own stuff, he was out.

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Everything had gone according to plan—smooth sailing. But I faced one issue.

'Too many customers...'

Bookings had exploded to the point where I had to work over 12 hours a day, every day without a break, just to keep up. Rumors had already been drawing more clients, but Go Seokhyeon's firing caused a flood of rescheduled appointments.

The owner begged me with a desperate look; I couldn't bring myself to refuse.

'I do have a hand in getting him canned... Might as well make some money for now.'

A month passed like that.

Squeeze.

"Haa...."

A high-pitched, soft moan. The massage room was a thoroughly isolated space. No CCTV, of course, and no one outside could see in.

And right in front of me lay a woman whose facial muscles had gone slack with pleasure, legs spread wide.

I'd started this massage therapist gig half for fun, half prodded by quests, but I was learning more than expected. Not just the systematic side of beauty centers, but a ton about handling women's bodies.

When using Love Weapon for massages, the key was delivering subtle pleasure without crossing into discomfort. How to touch non-erogenous zones to amplify sensation. How to escalate skinship without resistance.

Reading psych via status messages let me pick up those nuances. My caress skill, which hadn't budged because of Love Weapon, shot up fast.

And then.

"...Hng. H, haaah...."

For clients who'd booked me three times or more, I started offering special service. Those who'd shown no resistance as I gradually ramped up the intensity over sessions—the ones whose psychological barriers had lowered enough not to reject it.

"Ah... hng.... Th, there... Yeah, there.. ahngg..."

Her face was utterly relaxed. Less like someone getting a massage, more like one being caressed.

Her back arched like a bow as excited moans spilled out, her tensed erector spinae muscles on full display. Her insides started twitching, then clamping down on my fingers.

The clear signs of orgasm.

I checked her status message.

She'd walked in as an elegant upper-class housewife, but now pleasure had melted her face. As she panted heavily, her massive breasts jiggled, drawing the eye. Slim waist with little flab, thighs nicely padded—great shape for her age. She'd probably dropped a fortune at Esthetic de Nonhyeon.

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I paused the massage and looked down at her face.

"Hng... Yunho, why'd you stop..?"

Her blissed-out expression mixed confusion and longing. Eyes pleading for more.

I slicked my palm with oil, rubbing them together. Repositioned, middle and ring fingers ready.

They slid smoothly into her pussy.

"Haaaah... Yeah, there... right there.... Scratch it... yeah..?"

"You like it here?"

I curled my fingertips just enough to graze the ridged G-spot. Tease it lightly—that was the trick.

Soon she was begging outright.

"Ang, Yunho, stop teasing... yeah? I'll tip big."

I hadn't been after tips, but her desperation was cute, so I obliged.

Curled deeper, scraping her G-spot every which way.

"Ahng, ahng, haa, ahk....!"

Her moans poured out nonstop, syncing with my fingers. Like playing an instrument.

"Ahk...... ahng.... hng...... ah...! A.....hang..... hnggg.....!!"

Sssslurp.

Feeling GP absorb, I ramped to the finish.

Her steady moans broke into spasms as her back twitched. Tighter grip than before on my fingers.

Soon her urethra puffed up slightly.

Whooshhh.

Splat. Sizzle.

A gush of squirt erupted powerfully. I caught it quick with a towel. Otherwise, floor duty.

The stream tapered off, dribbling to a stop. Meanwhile, thick love juices surged inside her, felt at my fingertips.

"Hngggg......."

A rich housewife with kids was climaxing on my fingers, pissing herself.

I slowly withdrew, covered her crotch with my palm, and rubbed gently. A skill to prolong the afterglow satisfyingly. Another thing I'd picked up from massaging.

She lifted her hips to press perfectly against my palm, grinding her pussy on it. Reveling openly in the contact.

Her way of savoring the afterglow. A far cry from the haughty, domineering madam on her first visit.

"Hnggg, Yunho... You were the best today too.."

She said it with eyes burning for more.

I knew exactly what she meant but didn't bite.

'My standards have gotten too high lately.'

The situation had me worked up plenty—dick hard and throbbing—but no urge to fuck her.

Regrettably, she was in the 50-point range. The special service was pure fun.

Customer-massage therapist dynamic. A bossy rich wife writhing under my touch. Those elements made it entertaining enough.

Her eyes drifted down from my face, locking on my bulge.

"Sir... yeah? I swear I'll keep it secret... You know.. hnggg."

An upper-class married woman craving my cock. The thrill alone satisfied, GP trickling in.

But that was it. No desire to take it further.

Instead of answering, I patted her shoulder to snap her out of it.

"Session's over."

"One more round. Another course. So... yeah? Sir.."

"Sorry, but I have a booking next. I need my break too."

I refused gently and turned.

"I'll step out first. Rest up, get dressed, and come out when ready."

A desperate gaze bored into my back, but I ignored it.

'Oh, finally.'

The reward lifted the reality correction limit on others, linking to a new quest. Tempted to check right away, but I held off a beat.

My crotch was still bulging hard.

'Gotta handle this horniness first.'

An hour of her moans had me revved, even if I'd turned down her offer.

'Uran's probably on break too. Drag her to the bathroom? Nah, rooftop this time?'

Heading to Shim Uran's room with those thoughts, I ran into her in the lobby.

'New booking?'

Shim Uran was walking to a massage room with a woman who looked like a client.

The woman's face caught my eye.

"Whoa..."

The admiration slipped out aloud. She was stunningly beautiful.