Yun Seul-gi - Wholesome Massage Set PRO (NTL)
I scooped some oil into my palm and rubbed it lightly between my hands.
Never thought I'd be putting that family trip massage to use like this.
Once the friction had warmed my hands, I placed them on her shoulders. Her body flinched, the tension transmitting straight through my fingertips.
I followed up with a line I'd vaguely remembered. "We'll start by loosening the tight muscles."
"Yes. Please be thorough."
I moved my hands slowly along Yun Seul-gi's shoulders and the nape of her neck. I didn't know much about massages, but the survey had been clear—her shoulders were badly knotted.
Guess big breasts really do cause tension.
Even through her clothes, the size was obvious. Carrying two of those around all day, of course her shoulders would seize up. Still, the feel of them was incredible. How much care did she put into her skin to make it this smooth?
Just kneading her was already sending signals straight to my lower body.
"Your skin is lovely. Do you have a special routine?"
It was an honest compliment. I didn't like her personality, but we were about to get very intimate. The reply that came back was far ruder than I'd expected.
"Isn't that obvious? And you talk too much. Focus on the massage."
A surge of irritation shot through me. I wanted to yank her upright and slap her across both cheeks. But I held it in.
"Haha… my apologies. Massages work better when you relax and open up."
I made the excuse and kept going. The survey had listed her sensitive spots. When I rubbed the back of her neck with a little extra pressure—
"Mmm…"
A languid moan slipped from her lips. I smiled darkly at the sound. It was time for her to pay for all the noise complaints.
The thought of getting revenge so soon actually calmed me down. I steered the conversation naturally.
"Speaking of which, there's been a lot of talk about inter-floor noise lately. Have you had any issues here?"
While asking, I shifted down toward her lower body and began pressing firmly into the soles of her feet. She answered with a sneer.
"That's just overly sensitive people making a fuss."
"…Has the downstairs neighbor complained?"
"They come up sometimes saying it's loud. It's ridiculous. And people live downstairs because they can't afford anything better, right? That's why they're so narrow-minded and poor—they freak out over the smallest sounds."
Wow. So downstairs residents were just poor and therefore petty. Would she still say that if she knew I was the one living below her?
Yeah, she probably would.
Her attitude made it obvious. But she wasn't finished.
"If they're that sensitive, why don't they just move upstairs themselves?"
"Ah, well… I suppose."
This place isn't even that expensive.
I'd gotten in cheap thanks to family connections, but it wasn't some multi-billion-won penthouse. Yun Seul-gi seemed to have a lot bottled up; once she started complaining, she didn't stop.
"It's disgusting how people with no ability just blame everyone else—ngh! Wait, that hurts!"
"Ah, this spot can be a little painful."
"You should warn people before you do that!"
"…I'll be more careful."
Okay. Got it.
That definitely killed whatever guilt I had left.
I'd originally planned to use her for one day and let it go, but once clearly wasn't going to be enough.
I'm going to break her properly.
"…Then I'll move on to the full treatment."
I'll just drown her in cum. She should prepare herself.
With that resolve, I finished the back massage in a rush.
"Ngh…!"
I poured a generous amount of oil onto her thighs. This bottle had an obvious heart symbol on it—probably some kind of aphrodisiac.
Or… well, not my problem.
If she'd lived a decent life, none of this would've come back to bite her. I spread the oil while rationalizing to myself. Yun Seul-gi's body twitched visibly.
"Mmm…"
When I swept my palms up her thighs, a faint heat radiated from her skin.
"…Why is this oil so hot?"
"It's a special formula that improves circulation."
I made something up on the spot. The effect was undeniable, though—her pale skin was visibly flushing pink.
"Haa…♡"
Even her breathing had turned sweet. I hadn't even touched her properly yet. Did the oil really have magical properties?
If I could analyze it…
Maybe replicate and sell it? That could be a goldmine—hell, a money bed.
The thought barely formed before a sharp jolt ran down my spine.
"Whoa."
It wasn't my imagination. Something had sent a clear warning.
I'll keep my mouth shut until I die.
…Though using it is fine, right? Just handle that part for me.
……
Okay, guess that's allowed. No further signals came, so I relaxed and turned my attention back to Yun Seul-gi.
"Mmm…"
I'd gotten distracted thinking about Sek-pang, but the sight of her squirming and whimpering pulled me right back in. It felt like I could touch her more openly now, but I deliberately played innocent and asked a provocative question instead.
"By the way, what does your husband do?"
"Haa… just an office worker… why do you ask?"
"I was jealous that you two are close enough for surprise gifts like this."
Not that it was true. If her husband knew, he'd probably have a heart attack.
Yun Seul-gi let out a dry laugh at the compliment. "He just throws money at the problem."
"Sorry?"
"He's always 'too busy' to even show his face. When he does come home, he's too tired and just—ngh—sleeps."
I'd guessed there was an age gap, but not that their relationship was like this.
Even so, with a body like hers…
If it were me, I'd be popping pills to keep up. Why get married if you're not going to touch her?
She kept going, almost reading my mind. "He never thinks to exercise in his free time to build stamina—haah—just buys his way out of everything…"
"Leaving a beauty like you neglected… that's pathetic."
The words slipped out before I could think. Yun Seul-gi suddenly turned her head and snapped, "Excuse me. What did you just say?"
"…Pardon?"
"Pathetic? Hah. A masseuse like you has no right to cross that line."
I was speechless. Who had been trash-talking her husband just moments ago?
"I was worried you might be upset—"
"My husband is tired because he's capable! Who are you to judge someone else's husband?"
Honestly, it was so absurd I almost laughed. I'd led her into complaining, and now she was yelling at me for agreeing?
Only she gets to badmouth her husband, huh?
Or maybe she was just taking her anger out on the convenient target. Swallowing my rising fury, I apologized carefully.
"I'm sorry. I must have gotten too emotional."
"Tsk. If you're getting paid, keep it professional."
She shot me one last glare before burying her face back in the mat.
Guess she really likes her husband.
Let's see if that feeling survives after the massage. I smirked inwardly and put more strength into my hands. I'd let the outburst slide—for now. She'd be begging beneath me soon enough. Her little tantrum had wiped away the last trace of guilt.
"As an apology, I'll be extra thorough."
"Ngh…!"
I brushed near her groin without actually touching it. Just the inner thighs—teasing, never quite reaching the spot she'd marked as sensitive on the survey. Not because she'd checked "no." My gut told me I could push a little further and still call it an accident.
But this is more fun.
I wanted to whip it out and teach her some manners right now, but with Sek-pang involved, sex was inevitable anyway. Plain sex would get boring fast. Today, for example… yeah.
A sexless married woman who can't resist her masseuse… That title had potential. Start with her refusing.
"Hngh…! Hey, isn't your hand in the wrong place?"
Like that. The outcome wouldn't change, but the process would be far more entertaining.
"It's just your imagination."
I flashed the license hanging around my neck and denied it firmly. "That area is essential for lymphatic and blood circulation. It's a required massage point."
"…I'll trust you because you have a license."
"Yep! Just leave everything to me."
As expected, the license and excuse worked. She still looked uneasy, though.
The effect isn't that overwhelmingly strong, huh?
If it were, she wouldn't have noticed anything strange. But that was fine.
Makes it hotter.
Feeling the dissonance yet being powerless to stop it—that was the real appeal of hypnosis stories. I slid my hands up from her thighs to her hips again. Even without direct contact, the motion made her thighs spread and her entrance part slightly.
"Ngh!"
After repeating the motion a few times, the already skimpy massage outfit was riding up tightly against her. It was far more obscene than any mere slit. A shame I couldn't take a picture.
Smack—!
I gave her ass a firm slap, channeling all my frustration into it.
"Ahhn♡ What are you doing?!"
"It means I'd like you to turn over."
"…You could've just said that instead of hitting me!"
"Most people understand when I do it this way… my apologies."
Yun Seul-gi frowned but didn't argue further. She slowly, carefully flipped onto her back, clearly worried the ribbon-tied outfit might slip off. All that fuss over a single slap on the ass. Had she never been to a bathhouse?
"I'll begin the front massage now."
"Tsk…"
She swallowed her complaint and let me continue. I poured oil generously over her smooth, toned waist and pushed upward with both hands until I reached her chest. Her breasts, naturally full, spilled to the sides and rippled like waves. After a few repetitions, the thin fabric peaked sharply.
"Mmm…"
She noticed too and covered her chest with her hands. They were so large that she could barely hide just the nipples.
Covering them makes it even hotter.
The tiny outfit plus her hands made her look practically naked.
"Nipple erection is a natural reaction during massage. There's no need to be embarrassed."
"…Is that so?"
"Yep."
Once again, I showed the license and added a plausible excuse to reinforce her trust.