The Massages Professional Touch
People are such insignificant creatures... If even their emotions are this profound, how grand must they be? Whether it's a father's love or unwavering faith...
He paused for a moment, his voice dripping with that condescending tone as he spoke.
"I... I can change that."
"Huh? How? What... what do you mean?"
"You'll find out soon enough. There are going to be a lot more... fun things ahead..."
"What the hell are you talking about..."
Leaving Su-a's bewildered gaze behind, Yeon-woo wrapped his arms around her shoulders and leaned back against the sofa.
Su-a, nestled in his embrace, watched his face with wide, uncertain eyes.
Yeon-woo offered a satisfied smile and mentally tallied up the tasks that lay ahead.
And before long...
Yeon-woo had already imagined the scene of Jeong-ho on his knees before him.
The mere thought sent waves of pleasure coursing through his body, making every muscle tense with anticipation.
And that thrill had not yet subsided, only hardening his cock even more, making it throb insistently.
"You... what are you thinking about right now? It's... it's back up."
Su-a's voice trembled as she stared at his massive erection, still twitching and painfully rigid.
"Big sister... is it still wet?"
It wasn't a question. It was a demand, spoken with absolute certainty.
"Huh? What do you mean..."
Su-a instinctively lowered her head, trying to hide her flush.
She hadn't understood what he'd said earlier, but the way he was now demanding—standing tall and hard—she understood all too clearly.
"Get up."
Yeon-woo grabbed the front of her knit dress, his fingers digging into her breasts.
It was an order.
Su-a hesitated, pulling back slightly, but the boy's commanding tone left her no choice.
"What are you talking about..."
"You know exactly what I mean."
Yeon-woo met her eyes directly.
"You're too easy for me. If I say get up, you have to get up?"
"I'll get up."
"Ahh~"
Su-a let out a long, resigned sigh.
"Realistically, how did I end up like this?"
Inside that sigh lay surrender mixed with something dangerously eager.
She lifted one leg and straddled him, settling onto his lap.
Just as he had said, she was already more than wet enough for immediate penetration.
The slick heat of her pussy sent every nerve in his cock a jolt.
"Big sister... what are you doing?"
"Huh?"
"You have to put it in."
"Uh... okay."
She lifted her hips just enough.
The swollen head of his cock brushed against her sensitive entrance, still quivering from aftershocks of her own orgasm.
Then she lowered herself.
Ssshhh...
His cock slid deep inside her.
"Haaang..."
The moment he entered, Su-a understood everything.
The pleasure radiating from this cock was impossible to resist.
Yeon-woo threw his head back, eyes half-lidded.
"This pussy... from now on, it's only for me and your husband. That bastard is going to get sorted out."
"Haaang... what...? You... you're saying you'll keep eating it?"
"Why? Don't you want to give it to me?"
"You... you have a girlfriend. You have to stop. I'm a married woman too... I can't keep doing this."
"Can you really do that?"
"You're not sure, but... that's the truth. Haang... Yeon-woo..."
"Then... you should stop right now."
"Huh? Right now?"
"Yeah. If you're going to quit, you should quit right now. Delaying it won't help."
"Now is..."
"Follow my words and we'll end it. Just pull out."
"Yeon-woo... haang..."
Su-a's hips began to move faster, as if defying him.
"Quickly... stop moving and pull out..."
'Yeah... that's right. If I'm the one who should stop, this behavior doesn't make sense.'
Su-a slowly lifted her hips, trying to pull off.
But the moment his cock slipped out, a tremor ran through her body.
She couldn't bear the emptiness.
With just the tip of his cock grazing her skin, even the slightest lift of her hips could have shown him her true will.
But she lowered herself again.
"Yeon-woo... just... keep going..."
"What? You said you had to stop, big sister."
"I'm sorry... I won't be able to stop."
Yeon-woo smiled inside.
He grabbed her ass and thrust upward.
"Do as you wish, big sister."
"Haaang... Yeon-woo... I really must be crazy. What am I going to do now..."
"Don't think about anything else... just swing your hips."
They moved together in a much more intense rhythm.
***
The team dinner for Yeon-woo's crew.
The sizzling of pork belly on the grill, the sizzle of oil, and the clinking of soju glasses all mixed into the lively atmosphere of the start of the gathering.
Eight people in total.
Three women, five men.
Everyone seated around the table carried different emotional levels.
Some laughed a little too loudly, others silently flipped the meat.
Yeon-woo naturally scanned their status windows.
Checking the emotional changes of various people in numerical form.
That alone was already entertaining enough.
Kim Dae-sung, the department head, moved around the table with his usual charisma, filling everyone's glasses with soju.
Though he seemed fair, every time he clinked glasses with the young manager Kim Seo-yeon sitting across from him, her emotional level spiked noticeably.
11... 10... 26... 12...
A single glance was enough to trigger a jump.
Kim Seo-yeon was no exception.
Every time their eyes met, her number ticked up slightly.
But neither of them reached 30.
'They're still just flirting.'
Yeon-woo thought to himself.
Not dating yet, but testing each other with awareness.
Jung Miran, the deputy, and Lee Jin-woo, the section chief, were different.
Their numbers stayed steadily above 35 the moment their eyes met.
Even without words or touching, the emotional connection was already complete and obvious.
A clear indicator of a couple.
A male couple.
For some reason, they hid it well.
Yeon-woo's ability to read even secrets came naturally.
And...
Yeon-woo's gaze shifted to the team leader.
The team leader, who had just turned forty but still hadn't married, his emotional level shot up to over 30 the instant he looked at new employee Yoon Ga-eul.
Whether it was the alcohol, loneliness, or simple lust, Yeon-woo couldn't tell.
But throughout the dinner, Yoon Ga-eul's status window remained almost completely stagnant around 10.
Yeon-woo chuckled.
'So she's the one who's crushing on him... alone. Secretly in love? But the age difference... a bit too much for comfort...'
In this small space, eight people were swirling in different waves of emotion.
Love, attraction, stress, secret crushes...
All emotions transformed into numbers, creating a psychological map only Yeon-woo could read.
The way their emotions intertwined and clashed was far more entertaining than the noisy dinner.
He lifted the corner of his mouth and refilled his empty glass.
Observing the flow of this data had become more than mere curiosity—it was turning into an increasingly important "practice" for him.
Yeon-woo raised his glass and took a sip.
As the dinner was winding down and everyone was dispersing to go home, team leader Jang Jin-gu called him over.
"Yeon-woo! Come with me today."
"Yes, sir! I'll accompany you."
Yeon-woo answered with a bright smile and followed the team leader out.
"But... where are we going?"
"Today... aren't you tired? Let's go get your body loosened up."
"If it's loosening up my body...??"
"I know a place where I give great massages."
Team leader Jang gave a slightly lewd smile.
"Really? I've never had a massage before... I'll get to experience something good thanks to the team leader."
Yeon-woo imagined the kind of sports massage that loosened muscles.
But the place Jang had taken him to was nothing ordinary.
On the street corner, a sign read "Swedish Healing Spa."
The atmosphere at the entrance, the dim lighting, and the structure of the hallway all screamed that this was not a normal place.
"Team leader... what is this place..."
"What? You haven't been to a place like this before?"
"Yes... I thought it was just sports massage or something like that."
"It's similar. Just trust me and follow. If it's your first time, it'll be a pretty fresh experience."
The entrance was locked with a door lock. When Yeon-woo pressed the intercom, a staff member opened the door from inside.
It was a system where the staff checked outside before opening.
The staff welcomed them with a smile after opening the door.
"Ah? Hello. Long time no see."
The staff greeted the team leader like an old acquaintance.
"Yeah. Long time. One of our employees... I want to loosen up my body a bit. Any good girls?"
"Of course. First time here? Do you have a preferred style?"
The staff asked Yeon-woo.
"Style?"
Yeon-woo hesitated.
The team leader jumped in.
"This guy says it's his first time... do you have strawberries?"
"Strawberries... the reservation for today was already canceled... but we have one available now."
"Then... strawberry."
"Oh... you're a very attentive employee, aren't you? You know strawberry gives +7, right?"
"What? +7?"
Team leader Jang looked slightly surprised but decided to proceed without losing face.
Yeon-woo hadn't understood their conversation...
But something about the direction they were going felt advantageous to him, so he simply watched in silence.
Once the team leader's payment was complete, the staff member led them with a meaningful smile.
"I'll guide both of you."
Yeon-woo walked down the hallway with the team leader.
The team leader, already familiar, was guided to a specific door.
"Yeon-woo, relax and rest until it's over. Call me when it's done."
Team leader Jang said.
"Yes, sir! Have a wonderful time."
The room Yeon-woo entered was dark.
In the center lay a special bed with a shower facility.
The air was filled with the scent of disinfectant and subtle perfume.
As instructed, he stripped completely and lay on the bed, covering his lower body with a towel.
A moment later, the door opened slightly and a woman entered.
Even in the dim light, her silhouette was incredibly sensual.
When he glanced at her face, she appeared to be in her late twenties with a very pretty face.
[System has been activated.]
[Target Information]
Emotion Value: 11 [Auto]
Name: ???
Age: ???
Occupation: ???
Issue: ???
"Hello, sir. Strawberry. First, lie down and rest."
The woman greeted them formally, then quickly removed her clothes and picked up the oil bottle without a trace of emotion.
Yeon-woo lay down as she instructed.
Soon, warm oil was poured over his back.
Her palms moved skillfully across his back, spreading the oil with smooth, gliding motions.
The actions were practiced and precise, pressing along the lines of muscle to bring a pleasant sensation and deep pleasure.
Soon, her main service began.
She began using her own body as a tool.
She picked up the oil bottle again, pouring it over her own palms and chest.
Then she leaned forward, brushing her chest against his back.
The soft, oiled skin slid smoothly over his skin.
She moved rhythmically, using her entire breasts to rub his back gently.
Next, she rubbed along his spine, over his shoulder blades, and the muscles of his sides.
Sometimes she pressed firmly, sometimes lightly.
Every time her firm nipples brushed his skin, a clear, distinct stimulation traveled through him.
It felt like a small electric shock racing across his nerves.
She changed her posture, pressing the center of his lower back and the hollow area below with her cleavage.
Then she adjusted her position again.
She squeezed between his legs, placing her inner thighs around one of his legs.
With her thighs still slick from oil, she gently squeezed and stroked downward using the inner muscles of her thighs, applying pressure like kneading along the back of his calf and thigh.
This motion relaxed the muscles while at the same time brushing her pussy against his thigh.
Especially when her coarse pubic hair grazed his skin...
The contrast between the oil's slickness and the rough texture made the sensation even more vivid.
"Huuuung..."
Yeon-woo's body became extremely sensitive.
His veins expanded beneath the skin, his muscles clenched instinctively,
and...
His cock became painfully hard, throbbing against his lower abdomen.
'Fuck... what the hell is this... this feeling... it's fucking amazing!!!!'