Chapter 50: Kim Youngae's Status Message

Kim Youngae's body was definitely starting to react to the stimulation I was giving her. Both she and I knew it.

Her status message cycled through words in sequence: shame, embarrassment, disgust, guilt, anguish, worry, embarrassment, determination, subtle pleasure.

Then she sent the next appointment date to the center.

'Objectively speaking, it's not bad even now.'

The current pace was fine, but it was too slow. Speeding things up with my current abilities carried some risk. Given Kim Youngae's conservative personality, pushing too hard too soon could make everything fall apart.

'Anyway, to jump to the next stage ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠quickly, I need a powerful finishing blow.'

And I already had that blow prepared.

I pulled out my smartphone and opened the Desire Fulfillment App.

Among the women I met at the club during my one-night stand spree, there was one majoring in oriental medicine. She had a pretty decent face, so my lust triggered a conquest quest for her. After sleeping with her, the Desire Fulfillment App reacted to her desire—flexing as a doctor.

'I tested it and thought it was useless since going to a hospital was way better. But now it's coming in handy.'

The key to conquering Kim Youngae was resolving her physical issues and stress while gradually tainting her with pleasure.

'If I use the Simple Meridian Points app as ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠material to enchant the Love Weapon app...'

My heart sank at the alerts, but anticipation swelled as the next one appeared.

Activation Hand. Literally, the hand of activation. Reading the details confirmed it—this would make conquering Kim Youngae much easier.

"Ms. Kim Youngae, we'll begin the treatment."

"Yes... please take good care of me, as always."

I placed my oil-slicked hands on her back.

Stress. In old terms, it's called heart poison. Kim Youngae's was so severe it was causing physical issues.

'That's why she reacts better to Contact Care than most.'

I could get the same effect with Activation Hand—Action Hand for short. But I had no intention of using it right away.

I focused purely on the massage, even more professionally than usual.

­Why doesn't that feeling come today?

As she started feeling stressed from the unusually calming mental effect, I lightly tapped her shoulders.

"Ah!"

"You seem startled. I have something to say."

"Ah... yes. Go ahead."

"You mentioned severe headaches usually."

"Yes."

"They seem worse today. Your expression hasn't been good."

I continued while watching her status message.

"If it's okay, may I give you an Eastern-style massage good for headaches?"

"Eastern-style?"

"Yes. Just a moment."

'Action Hand. 1 GP.'

I activated Action Hand at 1 GP per minute.

The skill itself was passive, but adding pleasure cost GP.

My hand touched the back of her neck.

"Hng, h-haa......"

Her headache vanished completely, her mind ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠clearing, sending shivers through her.

"How's that? Shall I continue?"

Her eyes looked almost desperate as she replied.

"Yes, yes. Please do."

"Then please turn over. I'll focus on neck and head muscles, so you'll need to be on your front half."

"....On my front?"

Her eager attitude deflated instantly.

Until now, she'd only received back-half massages face-down.

Aroma massages with oil used the center's disposable underwear, with towels over sensitive areas. Lying on her back would expose her face to mine, along with her collarbone, abdomen, and even part of her breasts.

Kim Youngae hesitated.

I smirked secretly.

This was why I hadn't maxed Action Hand from the start. This buildup was for this moment.

I activated Action Hand again and touched her nape.

"What do you think? Other clients don't mind full front, half front, or full body. I asked because you seem sensitive, Ms. Kim."

"Other clients.... don't mind..."

I replied nonchalantly.

"Of course. It's just a massage. Not to overstep, but you're unusually sensitive."

"Just a massage...."

'She uses the word "imprisoning" in this situation.'

'Freedom' might be a key word for conquering her.

Soon, she steeled herself.

"Please do, Instructor Song."

"Got it. I'll turn away briefly, so switch positions."

When the rustling stopped, I turned back and reached for her neck.

Action points appeared at oriental medicine acupuncture points or areas with physical issues. Her nape was one.

"Beginning Geho acupoint massage. Geho reduces stress and relieves neurosis."

"Yes... hng?!"

Her reaction was immediate.

"Feel good? Refreshing?"

"Ahh. There......"

"Where's there?"

"There... a bit lower... around there. Ah. Aah... press a little harder, please."

I pressed my thumb into her strongly reacting spot, gradually adding pressure.

"Eung.... hng... ah....!"

Her moan was utterly refined and gentle.

'Even her moans are prim and soft.'

"Does it hurt?"

"No... more refreshing than painful... ah....!"

The furrowed brow she'd always had relaxed, wrinkles vanishing. I was awed.

'Beautiful. How stunning must she have been in her youth?'

Below her loosened face, her body lay disheveled—something she'd never allowed before. Her towel had slipped, exposing tantalizing skin.

She was oblivious to it all. Seeing her tousled for the first time, blood rushed below.

'Trouble.'

My baggy body therapy pants would show any erection clearly. And mine was big enough that full hardness would be obvious.

I discreetly tucked it into my waistband for emergency measures.

Kim Youngae didn't notice my fidgeting. The pleasure and mental refreshment from the nape action point left no room for awareness.

'I could touch her body now.'

"I'll also do Shimgok acupoint on the upper center."

"Hng... ahng.....!"

No reply, but I took it as consent and lowered my hand.

I spread my palm over her solar plexus. Fingertips prodded soft breast flesh.

'Action Hand 5GP.'

I poured five times the GP into her solar plexus.

"Eumm.... hng, haaah.....!"

Her limbs quivered.

The pleasure from her chest snapped her back.

Before she could protest, I upped the nape hand to 5GP too.

Her status message blanked white in an instant.

"Refreshing, right?"

"Hng... ah.... th-that, eung... breast..."

"Yes. Just a massage."

My hands glided reciprocally over her abdomen and breasts, caressing soft skin.

She didn't resist anymore, but tensed and flinched whenever my hands neared her groin.

She knew it was sexual pleasure now. Yet she didn't pull away.

I massaged her gently, continuously.

"Eung...... haaa...!"

Her moans gained a subtle erotic tint.

My eyes widened as my gaze hit her groin.

'What the hell?'

The towel over her lower body was soaked around the groin, like she'd wet herself.

'Hng.'

The sight was too stimulating; I swallowed a groan.

Among all the women I'd met, she'd taken the most time and effort. And now, under my massage—my caresses—she was gushing fluids intensely.

My cock hardened fully, swelling to bursting.

'...I want to. Right now.'

Excitement nearly overrode reason when—twang!

'Fuck?!'

My cock snapped the waistband and sprang forward.

A tent pitched right in front of her face.

"Ah....."

"....That was....."

I hastily fixed myself and apologized.

"....Sorry."

'...Done for. Really done this time.'

She'd caught me aroused during her massage. Her personality meant no more sessions.

"...."

'Hm?'

Waiting for judgment, but no reaction.

She stared blankly at my groin.

Perplexed, I checked her status.

The words soon shifted.

'What could she do?'