A Married Woman Melting at My Fingertips

I entered the room where Kim Youngae was lying down, waiting for her massage. The moment I opened the door, she immediately spoke up.

"Mr. Song. I heard you're quitting?"

I looked at Kim Youngae's face. Her expression was calm, her tone light and casual, as if asking in passing. But I could see right through it.

Kim Youngae was feeling anxious. Even after that time she accidentally caught sight of my erection, she'd kept coming back for treatments from me. For someone with her personality, that must have been deeply humiliating.

'It means my massages have become that important to her.'

The best part of status messages was how they revealed ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠even those sudden surges of desire. Whether she'd actually act on them was another matter, but every time she got a treatment, Kim Youngae felt a temptation to test the possibilities sparked by seeing my cock. I hadn't figured out exactly what she wanted yet, but it didn't matter much.

"I guess the boss lady told you. Yeah, that's right. I'm wrapping up after this week."

"Why? You're starting a new beauty center business—don't you plan to bring your existing clients over?"

Her urgency was starting to show on her face. It felt good seeing Kim Youngae flustered like this.

"From the position of opening a competitor right nearby, I feel bad about it toward the boss lady. She's been good to me."

"Well..."

Of course, my reason for quitting wasn't some flimsy sense of conscience. I'd already secured contact info from the big-spending clients who could play word-of-mouth role in the early days—making her worry pointless.

'Plus, Shim Uran will keep working here and pull in customers right up to the end.'

I didn't let that show to Kim Youngae, naturally.

"And starting next year, I'll be going to university. To prepare ahead without hindering the business we're doing together, I'm quitting now."

"Oh..."

"Given the circumstances... I'm afraid this will be our last treatment."

I finished speaking and watched her reaction.

There were three reasons for quitting Esthetic Nonhyeon.

First, time. I'd never planned to seriously pursue being a masseur, but following quests had turned me into the most popular guy there before I knew it. Reservations were piling up, making it hard to claim my own schedule.

'Forget getting bored— I don't have time to invest in ability development.'

I had nearly 2,000 GP stacked up, but no new apps in the update list, so it was just rotting away. I needed more time to explore app usage.

Second, to conquer Kim Youngae faster. By quitting the beauty center, I could present her with a choice: suffer headaches without treatments or get them in a more blatant setting.

Seeing hesitation and regret on her face, I tossed in one more line.

"Does it bother you that you won't be able to get treatments from me anymore?"

"Ugh..."

Hit right on the mark, Kim Youngae hesitated before mustering her courage.

"Is there... any way to get treatments separately? Your skills are so good, Mr. Song—I doubt I'd be satisfied with anyone else. Of course, I'd pay you generously each ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠time."

The corner of my mouth curled up. She'd chosen to keep getting massages.

"I'll be pretty busy for a while, but... we're not just any client and masseur, so I should make that happen."

I emphasized the "not just any" part on purpose.

"That said, we'll need a place for the treatments. What do you think? Should I come to your house? Or we could go to a hotel, just the two of us."

I sneaked a grin while reading her status message. The choices I'd offered were a sort of confirmation process. Coldly speaking, giving up treatments was the right answer. Either option I suggested was wrong for her position.

But Kim Youngae wasn't even considering giving up.

I read her status as she agonized intensely.

Perfect. The fact that she was even having these thoughts proved her defenses were looser than before.

Before she could answer, I took the lead.

"No, actually, coming to your house would be better. House calls are a service lots of people enjoy, so that seems safest."

My consideration warmed her status message ever so slightly.

I finished the treatment and got her personal contact info. Appointment next week. Location: her private space.

With that, I'd achieved steady income, time for ability development, and a foothold to break her down.

When I arrived at Kim Youngae's apartment, my jaw dropped on its own.

'I knew she lived in Cheongdam-dong, but I didn't expect it to be this nice.'

Kim Youngae opened the door, and her outfit caught my eye. A loose, flowing house dress—the kind rich housewives typically wore at home. My gaze naturally drifted downward. The deep neckline blatantly exposed her cleavage. The fabric was luxurious but incredibly thin, transparently outlining her curvaceous figure.

Noticing my stare, she realized her attire.

"Sorry. I forgot you were coming and put on comfy clothes."

"Please, have a seat on the sofa? I'll get you something to drink."

"Ah, sure."

I sat on the sofa, taking in the place. It looked about 100 pyeong—huge. A massive TV covered the front wall, with big home theater speakers below. The walls were papered in classy silk, and the ceiling lights screamed expense. I patted the sofa cushioning my ass.

'Hmm. This must cost a fortune too.'

Wine-colored leather with a premium sheen. Easily millions of won.

"Here, have some juice."

Kim Youngae brought the drink and sat on the sofa at a distance. I sipped from the cup she'd handed me—sweet and tart with a hint of alcohol.

"This is tasty. What is it?"

"Fruit juice with a splash of vodka."

"I see."

I drained the cup and said to her, "Shall we get started with the treatment?"

"Ah, yes..."

"You should lie on the bed for this. Master bedroom's this way, right?"

A faint anguish flickered on Kim Youngae's face as she followed behind me.

For a dignified, chaste woman, deceiving her husband alone was mental torment. Suddenly, I felt a surge of envy for her husband—and lust.

On the internet, stealing a married woman was called netorare. Kim Youngae, always thinking of her husband at every turn, was just the type for that thrill.

I spread the full-body towel I'd brought over the bed.

"Oh, I forgot to bring treatment clothes. Sorry, but we'll have to go without today."

Her face paled.

"Then... can I keep my clothes on today?"

I smiled faintly. 'How long will that last?'

"Dry massage, you mean? No problem, but you probably won't be satisfied. Let's start dry for now."

She lay prone on the bed.

"Beginning the treatment."

I climbed onto the bed and looked down at her body. The place she shared with her husband for sleep. But right now, she was here with me. The luxurious house dress fabric was too thin for sleepwear, blatantly revealing her curves.

I slowly lowered my hand to her waist. Same motions as always. Pure, wholesome massage.

But doubt arose in her status message.

'Of course not. Action Hand only activates on contact.'

"Not very refreshing, is it? All my clients say dry massages aren't great. They don't get that cool sensation all the way to their head without wet."

"Ah..."

"Want to take them off now anyway?"

Even though it could come off rude, she didn't snap.

"Yes..."

Kim Youngae stripped and lay back down. She kept her underwear on like a last bastion, but that was fine.

"I'll unhook the ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠bra. Unlike treatment clothes, regular ones get in the way."

Too late. The hooks ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠were already undone. She couldn't sit up now—her breasts would be fully exposed.

Her body stiffened with tension, making her already ample ass stand out even more.

'Come to think of it, I haven't really massaged her ass yet.'

I'd pressed upper muscles, but never kneaded it properly. First time in a new place called for new territory.

"Resuming the treatment."

I poured oil onto my hands.

Action Hand—2 GP.

"Eut...?! Hngh...!"

An uncontrollable moan leaked from Kim Youngae's lips.