Chapter 17: A Handjob Massage from an Idol
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 17: A Handjob Massage from an Idol
“Oppa... what is this?”
This was a completely unexpected situation.
Sera, having noticed the bulge in my pants, didn't just let it slide like last time. This time, she was confronting me with a direct question.
Of course, she probably wasn't asking because she truly didn't know.
She wasn't so innocent that she couldn't identify the object protruding from my crotch.
However, if I honestly admitted that I’d gotten an erection because I was turned on while massaging her, I might end up like the manager of the other team—the one who got kicked out for ogling the bare legs of the girl group members he was in charge of.
A cold sweat suddenly broke out down my spine.
What should I do?
Should I use the app to put her under hypnosis?
But I didn't know how many points that would cost.
“...T-this is...”
It seemed that even under hypnosis, the gaps in common sense or the problems that arose during the process weren't resolved instantly.
I should have been more careful... This was my mistake.
She was an idol, someone naturally sensitive to the gaze of others. It was only natural for her to feel disgusted that her own manager had gotten hard while looking at her.
But then.
“Is this... an e-erection?”
“S-Sera...?”
Sera’s voice sounded a bit strange.
She usually spoke in a calm, sophisticated tone, but right now, she sounded like she was rushing her words, almost stuttering.
Stuck in a stalemate, I realized that Sera’s eyes were still fixed intently on the bulge in my pants.
And I also noticed the clear vaginal fluid trickling down her thigh.
‘Wait a minute...’
In that moment, I realized something was off.
The words that finally escaped Sera’s lips were something I hadn't expected at all.
“Show me.”
“Wh-what? What are you talking about?”
Did I hear that right?
I thought she would be the one flustered in this situation, but instead, I was the panicked one while Sera looked up at me with a composed expression.
What was going on?
Was something wrong with my ears?
I asked back stupidly, unable to process what I’d just heard. Sera nodded as if she’d just come up with a brilliant idea.
“This time, I’ll give you a massage, Oppa.”
“Huh? All of a sudden?”
“Yes. Thinking about it, you’re the one who works the hardest, Oppa. So, as a thank you, I’ll at least rub your legs for you this time. How about it?”
I was already struggling because my erection hadn't subsided since seeing Sera naked, and her words only made the ache in my lower body worse.
Sera, looking at my cock twitching beneath my pants, calmly tucked her platinum blonde hair behind her ear and continued.
“And you know you have to take your pants off for a massage, right? I mean... it’s more effective if you take your clothes off. That’s how it was for me, too.”
“O-of course I know. It’s common sense.”
To think my hypnosis would be used like this.
Until now, I’d only thought about kneading Sera’s body; the idea of her massaging me had never even crossed my mind. It felt like my eyes had been opened to a whole new world.
Of course, the idea of Sera massaging me was a thought she’d come up with on her own, without the direct influence of hypnosis, which was why this amusing situation was unfolding.
I nodded, feeling a bit nervous.
“Then... will you give me a massage? My muscles have been really knotted lately from all the driving. I’d appreciate it if you did.”
“Okay. Then start by taking off your pants.”
“Oh, okay...”
As I took off my pants as instructed, the silhouette of my cock bulging against my boxer briefs became even more distinct.
Conscious of Sera’s gaze fixed intently on my underwear, I slowly pulled my boxers down as well.
“Hmm...”
Boing.
Sera’s eyes widened as she saw my cock spring out into the air without any resistance.
I was usually confident in my size, but the thought of showing it to Sera so suddenly had made me shrink back a little.
Despite that, it was still substantial enough that Sera looked slightly taken aback. She stepped back and pointed to the floor.
“Sit here, Oppa.”
“Yeah. Like this?”
After sitting down on the practice room floor, I immediately pulled out my phone.
I invested the points I’d saved up so far to add a new layer of hypnosis.
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[When massaging Manager Seo Ji-hoon, she feels no sense of incongruity even if she performs the same massage she received from him.]
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A hypnotic command just in case.
Having added a bit of insurance, I swallowed hard, feeling the tension.
Sera then approached me and knelt down.
Blinking those beautiful eyes as if contemplating something, she slowly placed her hands on my legs.
“I’ve never given a massage before, so I might not be very good at it. The most I’ve done is rub my parents' shoulders...”
“It’s fine. I’m just grateful you’re doing it.”
I left my legs in Sera’s hands.
Sera’s slender, white fingers, tipped with manicured nails, began to press firmly into my leg muscles.
Even though my cock was twitching right next to her, she didn't seem to find it strange—perhaps because of the hypnosis suggesting that being naked for a massage was perfectly normal.
She didn't have much strength, so it wasn't exactly "refreshing," but the mere fact that she was kneading my legs was enough to satisfy me.
Press, press.
“Am I doing it right, Oppa?”
“Yeah. You’re doing great. I feel the fatigue just melting away.”
“...You’re not just teasing me, are you?”
Sera made a slightly pouting face.
It seemed she didn't think her massage skills were that great.
However, her hands didn't stop.
I decided to give a little advice to her as she struggled to knead my legs with all her might.
“Try doing it the way I did.”
“The way you did... Ah.”
Sera blushed, likely remembering the massage she had received.
Then, she stole a glance at my cock.
“Do I... do that part too, not just the legs?”
“I think it would help relieve the fatigue even more. I’ll leave it up to you. You’re the one who offered to give me a massage first, after all.”
“Mmm...”
Sera’s eyes clouded with confusion.
She seemed to be struggling with the discrepancy between my hypnosis and reality, but she soon brushed aside her hesitation and slowly placed her hand on my cock.
Tap.
“Hngh.”
When my cock twitched, Sera flinched and pulled her fingers away as if she’d touched a live fish.
Then, she swallowed hard and muttered.
“So this is a man’s cock...”
“Is it your first time seeing one?”
“Yes. It’s my first time seeing one in person...”
This was Sera, who sang and danced without a hint of nerves on stages in front of thousands of fans.
This idol, who always shone brilliantly and captured the hearts of her fans, was now swallowing hard in nerves in front of my cock.
I reassured her.
“No need to be so nervous. It’s just a massage.”
“Right. Of course. It’s just a massage... Don’t get any weird ideas, Oppa.”
Sera placed her hand on my cock again.
The fact that this girl—who looked so perfect in platinum blonde, radiating an aura of purity and nobility like a high-born lady—was touching my cock sent a massive surge of excitement through me.
Naturally, my cock grew even larger within her grasp.
Stroke, stroke.
“Am I doing it right?”
“Yes... ah... that’s it...”
She seemed to be focusing intensely on the "massage" aspect.
Sera applied a bit of pressure with her fingers, squeezing my erect cock.
“Um... don’t press too hard. Just... grip it lightly with your hand and try shaking it?”
“Okay. Like this?”
Sera took my feedback immediately and began to stroke my cock gently.
She gripped it with her hand and started sliding it up and down slowly. Her movements were incredibly awkward, but that only made it more erotic.
It was hard to hold back my ragged breaths.
A handjob from an idol...
‘Why didn't I think of this sooner?’
I felt a wave of resentment toward my past self for only thinking about touching Sera’s body and never considering having her serve me.
“Yeah. Now knead it again.”
Sera’s white, smooth hand began to knead my cock once more.
‘This is unbelievable...’
I’d always thought her hands were beautiful, but having them touch my cock provided a level of pleasure that was on a different dimension from when I masturbated alone.
Watching this dazzlingly beautiful platinum blonde idol jerk me off, I slowly spoke up.
“It feels good, but since you’re doing it with dry hands, it feels like my skin is getting a bit chafed...”
“Really? Then what should I do...?”
Sera stopped moving her hand and asked with a puzzled look.
She seemed quite proactive in wanting to help me feel better from the massage.
“It would be great if we had some massage oil... but it’s a shame we don’t have any right now. Instead, if you could just spit on it, I think it would get a lot smoother...”
“Spit... that’s...”
“I used my mouth when I massaged you, too. And I don’t think using spit instead of oil is particularly strange, do you?”
I used the example of when I massaged her, explaining why using her saliva as a substitute for massage oil was necessary, trying to persuade her.
Of course, it was all bullshit, but I was counting on the power of the hypnosis.
Sera nodded reflexively, then seemed to realize what she was doing a moment later. Her face flushed red as she lowered her head.
“...Alright.”
Sera’s mouth worked for a moment.
A few seconds later, she parted her lips slightly over my glans, and a thick, hot string of saliva she’d been gathering trickled down onto me.