Side Story: Indulging in Sexual Services at the Beauty Salon
A lot of time has passed since I became Kim Jintae. Naturally, my hair has grown out quite a bit, so it was time to tidy it up at a salon. And with hypnosis at my disposal, I had no intention of going to just any ordinary place.
The owner of Hair Hair, my regular spot that even appeared in the game, was a stunning beauty in her late twenties with charming short brown-dyed hair and impressively perky breasts. Her name was definitely Seo Jiyun, right? It felt like the perfect time to sample her special services.
My name is Seo Jiyun. I'm the owner of the beauty salon Hair Hair.
I've been in this industry since I was twenty, and in just eight years, I built my own shop. I pride myself on being something of a success story in this field.
Our salon's motto is the best service with the minimal skinship. It's great that people—especially guys—become regulars after seeing my face, but I have no intention of offering them sexual favors as part of the service. I've seen plenty of friends who gained a quick following by allowing a little breast touching, but it never ended well for them. Their skills slipped, leading to failure, or they got stalkers and had to relocate. Problems always cropped up.
But I'm different. The service I provide is crafting the perfect style. That's what I've always believed, so I honed my skills and became an owner at such a young age.
Then one Sunday, it was just another ordinary day. Around noon, a text came in.
"What's this?"
It was from an unfamiliar number, but the sender was saved in my phone as [Precious Customer]. Huh? Had I ever saved a client like that?
As I puzzled over it, I opened the message. It simply read [On my way].
And in that instant, it hit me.
"Ah..."
Suddenly, my vision went blindingly white. In that moment, I realized I'd been thinking all wrong.
Yes, for ordinary customers, the best service is a great haircut. But for the [special customer] who's about to arrive, I need to give my absolute [best]—offer [sexual service].
Because... that's the [natural duty] of someone like me working in the service industry.
Having grasped this crucial truth, I hurriedly canceled all my afternoon appointments and prepared the special service for him. I went home and freshened up from head to toe. I slipped into some tighter clothes so he could better appreciate my body, ditched my bra to let my breasts move freely, switched to a boyfriend-pleasing perfume, and changed into lacy lingerie panties I'd bought for intimate moments with a guy.
Then I headed back to the shop to wait for him.
How much time passed? Finally, he arrived. Jintae, that was his name. Just a regular guy who'd come in recently for a quick trim. How had I not realized? That he was this important, that I needed to serve him with my all...
*ding-dong~ ding-dong~*
"Welcome! Ah, Jintae! It's been a while."
"Hello. Please take good care of my hair today as always."
As I entered the salon, the owner greeted me warmly. She seemed a bit friendlier than usual, but... well, not a huge difference from last time, honestly. Her clothes looked tighter, and her scent was incredibly sexy, though?
I'd hypnotized her to figure out what kind of sexual service to provide on her own, so I was curious what she'd come up with.
"Your hair's grown out a lot since last time. Just a simple trim like usual?"
"Yes! Please do."
Unlike before, there were no other customers, so she led me straight to the chair. She measured my hair length and began the cut.
It started like any normal trim. But there was one key difference.
*squish~ squish~*
"How about this length?"
"Yeah... yep, that looks good. (This... this sensation!?)"
The feeling from behind my head—two massive jelly-like orbs. No doubt about it: those were her breasts.
*squish~ squish~*
"By the way, have you seen that XX movie everyone's talking about lately, Jintae?"
"Huh? ...Oh! It looks fun, but going alone..."
"Oh my, I figured a guy like you would have a girlfriend."
"Haha, thanks."
No need to mention Ayoung, so I just laughed it off vaguely. Besides, that wasn't the point right now. Her unusually proactive chatter and the way she was rubbing up against me with her breasts—it was hard to focus.
*squish~ squish~*
"(And this sensation—if my guess is right...)"
From my temples, this insane softness—like baby skin, yet springy like jelly. Definitely a no-bra feel.
"(There's something extra special about raw breast contact... Gotta ask Ayoung to try this later.)"
Lost in the owner's service, the cut finished before I knew it. And now, the grand finale: the shampoo service.
"Alright, time for your shampoo. This way~"
"Uh... yeah..."
She led me by the hand to the shampoo room. It was a standard setup, but to me, it suddenly felt like some wildly erotic den of sin.
"Please have a seat."
Her voice dripped with subtle allure. I sat eagerly, and with a motor whir, the backrest reclined. After one last glimpse of her ample breasts, she draped a towel over my eyes to block the foam.
"How's the water temperature?"
"Perfect."
"Then... shampoo service time."
The pleasant warm water flowed, and she began washing my hair. She gently massaged it in, her soft touch drawing my full attention to the sensation.
She washed every strand with meticulous care—not quite Ayoung-level devotion, but I could really feel the service.
Once the lathering was done and the rinse complete, she moved straight to scalp massage.
"Now for the scalp massage."
"Sure..."
*rub~ rub~ rub~*
She slowly kneaded my head, applying acupressure. Starting with light fingers over my whole scalp, she moved from temples to crown, massaging with tender precision.
"Anywhere sore?"
"Nope. Feels amazing, actually."
"Hehe... I'll keep going, then."
Her touch grew even more attentive. Then she started massaging other areas too—carefully cleaning around my ears, softly rubbing the lobes, even gently stroking the back of my neck. Blood rushed refreshingly through my scalp.
"(Ahh... this feels so good...)"
I was plenty satisfied already when a single word flashed through my mind: sexual hospitality.
So far, it was just the breast service—did "sexual hospitality" mean more? What kind of perks does a regular salon offer under hypnosis?
And right then... her hands wandered elsewhere.
"(Ooooh!)"
Her fingers, softly rubbing my cheekbones, slid down past my cheeks... to below my neck.
"(Ooooh... this is nice...)"
She gently pressed her thumbs into the hollow between my collarbones, then her touch dipped lower, slipping under my shirt to tease my nipples.
It felt great, but worried someone might see, I started to say...
"Hey... shouldn't we close the sho—mmph!?"
Something soft invaded my mouth just as I tried to suggest locking up.
*smack♥ slurp♥... mmmph♥...*
That fragrant, yielding mass coiled around my tongue... and lewd sounds echoed through the shampoo room.
*slurp♥ slurp♥ slurp♥ smack♥ smack♥ slurp♥*
The owner's thick, seductive tongue wrapped around my mouth's inner walls, letting me savor it fully. Meanwhile, her hands roamed my chest, fingertips circling and pinching my nipples with teasing pinches.
The tantalizing, restrained touches only heightened the sense of her devoted service.
"(Aaaah♥ This is heaven♥)"
The rich feminine flavor and texture on my tongue, the slim sexy fingers' softness on my chest—my cock was on the verge of exploding.
*slurp♥... smack smack♥... haa haa♥*
After about ten minutes of paradise, the towel lifted, revealing her. Looking down at me upside-down, the owner was transformed from moments ago. Her cheeks flushed red with arousal, her sexy lips glossy and wet, a glistening thread of saliva linking our mouths.
As I gazed at that string, feeling a rush of accomplishment—I really deep-kissed this woman—she spoke.
"Um... Jintae... we have even more services♥... Shall I continue?"
With her voice bursting with eroticism, how many men could refuse? I shook my head vigorously.
"Yes!... Please, do."
The beauty salon's services were far from over.