Yun Seul-gi - Wholesome Massage Bed PRO (NTL)
Several days had passed since orientation ended.
I decided to keep my relationship with Ham Yubin a secret for now.
She didn't want any troublesome rumors either.
There could be talk about dating a freshman picked up during orientation.
“Nothing to do.”
Dates were impossible due to lectures and assignments.
I ended up spending my precious free day napping and planning to enjoy drinks with friends in the evening—
Kkigigik—!
“Ah, seriously.”
…or so I thought,
but the inter-floor noise from upstairs forced me to open my eyes.
I wanted to go up and complain right away, but remembering the backlash from previous complaints drained my energy.
She looked normal at first glance, so why was her personality like that….
‘Should I really buy a woofer?’
While seriously considering revenge on the upstairs neighbor.
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At the sound of the cheerful doorbell, I tilted my head.
“What is it.”
No one should be visiting.
I didn't order any delivery….
“…not really!”
The company that gifted me my pride… not sure if that's accurate,
but anyway, there's Sek-pang.
I immediately jumped out of bed and ran to the front door.
And as expected, there it was.
[ Sender : Sek-pang ]
A delivery box with that written on it.
“What did they send this time?”
Curiosity about the item from Sek-pang.
And anticipation for what I could do with it.
My heart raced with excitement that neither could surpass the other.
“……?”
When I opened the box, I felt puzzled.
Previously, it had been a vicious-looking dildo, so I expected something similar this time.
Like fingers that make you climax on touch,
or an onahole connected to a real vagina.
But what was inside was something completely different.
[ Wholesome Massage Bed PRO ]
[ Having a strangely tiring day? Massage is the best in times like that! ]
[ Massage clothes and tools that inspire trust! ]
The note had strange wording.
Does it make you want a massage just by looking?
I put down the note and examined the box closely.
Inside were white clothes, various massage tools.
And a certificate with very suspicious text.
[ Female Massage License ]
[ Name : Kang Han-gyul ]
[ This certificate guarantees that the massage performed by the holder is clearly a wholesome massage. ]
No doubt about its performance.
The issue is who to use it on,
and how.
Kkigigik—!
“…Perfect timing.”
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.
.
I changed clothes, packed the mat, oil, and other tools.
Finally, hanging the certificate around my neck, I pressed the doorbell.
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- Who is it?
“It's an outcall massage.”
As I answered, I showed the certificate to the intercom camera.
Surely it doesn't require seeing it in person, right?
That would be troublesome.
Common sense says she wouldn't open the door for an unrequested outcall massage.
- …I didn't call for one.
My prediction was spot on.
‘What now?’
In that brief moment, the delivery invoice on the doorstep caught my eye.
Then, as naturally as possible, I continued.
“Mr. Kim Hyeong-sik requested it. Do you not know him?”
- Oppa?
Click-!
Got it!
At the sound of the lock unlocking, I cheered inwardly.
But she didn't seem completely at ease,
opening the door only slightly without showing the inside.
I showed the certificate through the small gap.
“Here’s the certificate.”
“Why would he send such a gift?”
As expected, she didn't suspect a thing.
‘Of course.’
The certificate must have an effect of lowering guard.
Then, do the clothes and oil have some abilities too?
It's inconvenient without a proper manual.
‘Ah, not that I'm complaining.’
It's a company that sends things science can't explain.
Worried it might read my inner thoughts, I quickly corrected myself.
“Really… if you're going to call someone, you should say so in advance.”
“If you need time to prepare, I'll wait.”
“Yes, then please wait.”
She slammed the door shut.
…Didn't expect that.
“Usually, they'd invite you in at this point, right?”
Well, a normal person would apologize instead of throwing a fit when told they're noisy from downstairs.
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.
.
“What a crazy bitch.”
What kind of preparation takes this long.
It's been over 30 minutes waiting at the door.
Just as I was about to ring the bell again—
Click-!
The door opened.
‘Oh…!’
She wore a white short-sleeve shirt and gray shorts,
with water droplets still clinging to the ends of her hair.
I couldn't see her properly last time I came to complain, but both her looks and figure were impressive.
“Come in.”
“…Yes.”
There was a lot I wanted to say, but I swallowed it down.
She'd pay with her body soon anyway,
so just endure a little longer.
I calmed my mind by watching her swaying hips as she led the way.
‘But she doesn't recognize me?’
Well, last time I came right after discharge.
My hair and vibe are different, so it's understandable.
“Will the massage be on the bed?”
“Do it wherever you're comfortable.”
At my words, she pondered briefly before guiding me to the living room.
Even though it's the same building, the layout is quite different from my studio.
Unlike the downstairs with two rooms, there were three rooms besides the living room and kitchen.
‘Is that her husband?’
The man in the wedding photo on the living room wall she guided me to.
He looked quite a bit older than her.
‘Come to think of it, I didn't consider she was married.’
My conscience twinged a bit, but it couldn't be helped.
She should have managed her wife better.
At least the certificate eased some of the guilt.
[ This certificate guarantees that the massage performed by the holder is clearly a wholesome massage. ]
No other explanations, but the certificate serves as one.
My guess is it hypnotizes her to think whatever I do is a wholesome massage.
‘In other words, it's not cheating.’
Meaning I can enjoy it without worry.
No need to fear getting stabbed with a knife.
Rationalizing once more, I took out the paper from my bag.
“Please fill this out while I prepare.”
“Yes.”
It was the survey included with the various massage tools.
While she sat on the sofa filling out the survey,
I laid out the massage mat and set up the oil and tools.
‘Are these really massage tools?’
Including dildos, electric massagers, gloves with protrusions, etc.
It's called a massage set,
but if you list them one by one, it's basically a masturbation set.
“Here you go.”
“Thank you.”
Around the time I finished setting up, she handed back the completed survey.
The front was a normal personal information survey.
Asking for name, age, contact info, etc.
‘Yun Seul-gi… twenty-nine years old?’
Younger than I thought.
Since she's married, I assumed mid-thirties at least.
As I skimmed the front page, an item caught my eye.
[ Bust size : 75F ]
Impressed by her large breasts matching what I saw,
I checked the back page.
“Huh?”
“Why, is there a problem?”
“No, uh….”
I couldn't help but be flustered,
because the questions and answers on the survey were unexpected.
Q1. [ Do you have any recently fatigued areas? ]
A1. [ Shoulders ]
Q2. [ Do you have a preferred massage intensity? ]
A2. [ Normal ]
…….
The first few were perfectly normal questions.
Things like preferred oil scent or areas needing focused care.
But past the middle, strange questions started appearing.
Q8. [ Can you change into massage attire on-site? ]
A8. [ Yes ]
Up to here was normal.
The problem was what came next.
The questions got more intense.
Q9. [ Is it okay if bare skin touches during the massage? ]
A9. [ Yes ]
Q10. [ Which areas of your skin are particularly sensitive? ]
A10. [ Nape, inner thighs ]
Unlike before where it asked if, it now demanded specific answers like where.
…….
The following questions continued as if asking about erogenous zones.
Even that was tame compared to what followed.
Q14. [ ♥ Do you consent to additional undressing to enhance oil absorption? ]
A14. [ No ]
Q15. [ ♥ Do you consent to close stimulation of the chest for upper body lymph circulation? ]
A15. [ No ]
Q16. [ ♥ Do you consent to physical impact and friction stimulation for buttock elasticity improvement?
A16. [ No ]
Q17. [ ♥ Do you consent to pressure management of the perineum and vulva to promote deep pelvic blood flow? ]
A17. [ No ]
…….
Q20. [ ♥ Do you consent to a special protein solution for absorption of special essential components through the vaginal mucosal wall and hormone activation? ]
A20. [ No ]
Questions marked with very suspicious hearts.
They seemed like normal massage questions, but upon closer look, implied sexual acts.
The last one sounded plausible at first glance,
but examining closely, it meant internal ejaculation.
However, Yun Seul-gi had answered no to all.
“It's progressing slowly….”
“Any blank spaces?”
“No.”
The person involved didn't seem to find anything strange.
‘It's a shame I can't do it right away… but it can't be helped.’
Sek-pang.
I trust you.
Gradually, trust was building that whatever Sek-pang sends, I can believe in.
“Here’s the massage attire.”
Based on that trust, I handed Yun Seul-gi what was supposedly the massage outfit… a bikini.
Then, still sitting on the sofa, she began changing clothes right away.
“Wow.”
Meaning she's undressing right in front of my eyes.
“What is it?”
“Nothing, it's nothing.”
Suddenly, I remembered the survey content.
‘Come to think of it, among the questions…!’
There was one about whether she could change into massage clothes on-site.
When reading, I thought it was just to make her change clothes, but.
It seemed ‘on-site’ meant right now.
When she took off her shirt and dolphin pants, light pink underwear was revealed.
‘Whoa, it's like a free strip show.’
She wasn't shaking her body while undressing, but her figure was good, so it was entertaining to watch.
Naturally, to wear the bikini, she had to remove the rest too,
and she calmly took them off one by one despite me being there.
Tic-
With a small metallic sound, her pure white breasts were exposed.
As expected, they were very large and beautiful.
‘So this is an F-cup.’
While leisurely watching, waiting for her to remove the last barrier, her panties—
“Why are you just watching?”
“Huh?”
Suddenly snapping at me, she threw her removed shirt, pants,
and the bra she just took off at me, saying.
“Don't just stand there, fold them.”
“…Yes.”
Yeah, I knew she wasn't that docile.
Finally throwing her panties at me too, she complained about the massage outfit size.
“Why is it so small?”
“Well, if the area is large, it interferes with oil absorption.”
When I gave a suitable excuse that came to mind, she accepted without complaint and finished dressing.
And I inwardly marveled at her appearance.
‘Amazing.’
Would it cover even 10% of her breast area?
The white bikini I gave her as massage attire was that small.
I could understand why she complained it was small.
“Then let's begin. Please lie down here.”
But without showing it, I guided her to the mat.
Following my instructions, she lay face down on the massage mat,
turned her head, and warned me.
“Don't even dream of touching strange places.”
“Of course.”
Showing her the certificate, I thought.
‘If the recipient thinks it's normal, then it's not a strange place.’