Rookie Actress Baek A-jeong (1)
I am a masseur.
I am a masseur.
I am a masseur…
To deceive others, you first have to deceive yourself.
I started method-acting to wipe the suspicion from No Hak-gyu's face. Once I put myself under and decided I was a masseur — not a lecher — certain things came into focus.
"Ms. Baek A-jeong?"
"Yes?"
"I heard about you from Ms. Shin Mi-yun. She said the problem is the flesh clinging to your shoulders and upper arms."
"Y-yes…"
"Let me take a look for a moment."
I walked around in front of Baek A-jeong, took hold of both her shoulders, and studied their thickness and shape.
Just as expected. They were rolled forward — classic rounded shoulders.
I gripped them and pulled the curled posture open, spreading her shoulders wide.
"Nnngh…"
A-jeong let out a small cry. I ignored it and kept talking.
"Your posture is badly hunched. When you sit rolled inward like this, the line from shoulder to back curves into a soft arc — no clean angles, and it makes you look heavier than you are."
"Nngh… yes."
"Like this. Shoulders open. The more you curl in, the more load dumps onto the trapezius, and the collarbone line gets buried under flesh."
"Ah…"
Once I had her shoulders fully opened, I pressed my thumbs into the collarbone area so she could feel that she still had one. Then, casually, I let my hands climb and brush the sides of her neck and the nape — just in case something changed.
Baek A-jeong: Rookie Actress (S-)
The Erotic Demon Eyes stayed the same.
Neck and collarbone aren't erogenous zones, then.
I pulled my hands away before Baek A-jeong or No Hak-gyu could start thinking anything odd, and kept talking.
"My clinic isn't just about stripping off fat. Correct the posture, restore the body's balance, and the lines come out even without losing weight."
"I-I see."
"From what I can tell, Ms. A-jeong needs balance correction first. Meridian work to reduce fat and improve skin elasticity will come after that."
I muttered it all in the voice of a professional masseur, and both No Hak-gyu and Baek A-jeong looked at me with different eyes.
"Th-then how does the balance correction proceed?"
I gave a short laugh at No Hak-gyu's question.
"That far is trade secret."
"Ah… aah…"
"Which brings me to this. You're welcome to observe the diagnostic process, Team Leader, but once the actual treatment begins, no third party is allowed in the room — only the client herself."
"Excuse me? What do you mean by—"
"I mean you will not be watching the treatment, Team Leader."
Once I was thinking like a masseur, the whole situation looked wrong. What actress in the world would let her manager watch her get a massage? No Hak-gyu being here at all was already over the line.
Of course he's nervous.
A young, good-looking masseur making house calls wasn't exactly standard. But on the other hand, a manager had no business trampling an actress's privacy either. If he was so anxious about the masseur that he had to peek at the session, the whole thing was backwards.
"I do not open my treatment process to outsiders. For the client's privacy alone, that is non-negotiable."
"Ahem. That is…"
With nothing left to say, No Hak-gyu cleared his throat and shifted on his feet. I spoke more gently.
"The treatment will take place in the bedroom over there. You can wait in the living room, Team Leader. That much is fine."
"Hmm. Very well."
He accepted the compromise. Watching the massage himself would have been too much even for him. I hadn't ordered him out of the house, so he could still feel safe — a closed door between us, but under the same roof. What could really go wrong?
"A-jeong. Go on and take the session well… ah."
No Hak-gyu waved her toward the bedroom. With the green light given, A-jeong and I stepped inside. Behind us, his eyes — full of grim readiness for anything — followed us in.
I shut the door and cut off his line of sight.
Done…!
At last I had reached the stage where I could put my hands on Baek A-jeong.
Her room was done in soft pastel tones. A banana cushion the size of an armful sat at one corner of the bed, and the rest of the space was crowded with cute little props and stuffed animals. A room that matched her baby face perfectly.
"Have a seat on the edge of the bed. Make yourself comfortable."
"Yes…"
"The questions I'm about to ask include some sensitive topics."
"Pardon?"
"Things that are hard to discuss in front of a male manager."
I deliberately dropped my voice so it wouldn't carry outside.
"Please tell me your height and weight."
"Y-yes?"
"I need them for a detailed massage. Please tell me."
"…One sixty-five centimeters, fifty-four kilos…"
Baek A-jeong: Rookie Actress (S-)
Knowing her height and weight didn't add anything to the Erotic Demon Eyes.
Still — one sixty-five and fifty-four kilos. Factoring in a figure concentrated in the chest and hips, it wasn't an outrageous weight. The problem was that Baek A-jeong was an actress. For a female actor, it was on the heavy side.
"I was told you're twenty-three. Is that correct?"
"Yes…"
"And your bust size?"
"Nnh… Do I r-really have to tell you that too?"
"Yes. Please tell me."
I kept my face as blank and firm as I could. Cowed, Baek A-jeong answered in a tiny voice.
"Seventy-five… H…"
H-cup!
Even under that loose knit, the presence had been enough that I'd figured G at minimum — and she was a full step above that. H.
Holy shit.
Anticipation was already getting me hard, but I kept it off my face and pressed on.
"Waist circumference?"
"I haven't measured that…"
"Then I'll measure it now. Lift your top."
"Excuse me?"
"Lift it."
Said firmly, it worked surprisingly well. Baek A-jeong glanced around for cues, then took the hem of her knit and pulled it up.
"I'll check."
I simply put my bare hands on her waist — one span, two spans, circling the way you measure by feel.
"Hnn…! Um, shouldn't you use a… tape…"
"This is more accurate, actually. Everyone's waist has different curves and different places where the flesh sits. There are spots you can only know by touching them yourself."
I kept kneading her belly as I spoke. Still nothing changed on the Erotic Demon Eyes — no body measurements added, no new erogenous zones revealed.
Instead—
Soft!
Baek A-jeong's skin was soft and yielding. The little pooch of baby fat settled into my palm like it belonged there. Working it over and over, it had the sinking, enveloping give of a down comforter. And even with the belly, her pelvis was so wide that the waist never felt thick.
"All right. Take your clothes off now."
"Pardon?"
"You need a massage."
"Ah… uh… that…"
The blunt order to strip startled her. But you can't do a real massage over clothes. That goes for any massage.
"That's exactly why I asked the Team Leader to wait outside. A proper massage requires direct friction on the skin and pressure on the acupoints. Take them off."
"Y-yes…"
A-jeong hesitated, then finally undressed.
And there they were — overwhelming, heavy breasts. The white bra could barely contain them; flesh spilled over the sides and the top. A symbol of femininity I had never seen on Shin Mi-yun.
My lower body tightened at once.
Hold it.
I kept my composure as best I could. A masseur does not get aroused looking at a client's body. Fully disarming A-jeong's suspicion came first.
If I screw this up, she could call No Hak-gyu in from outside.
A razor-thin tension rose in the room.
I climbed onto her bed, knelt behind her, and looked down at her shoulders as I set my hands on them.
Sss—
"Hnn—!"
Even a light touch made her flinch. I worked her gently as I spoke.
"Your shoulders lock up a lot, don't they? And the back of your neck hurts."
"…Yes. That's right."
"Your lower back aches when you sit or stand for long."
"Yes…"
"And when you run or walk fast, your chest hurts too."
"Yes."
"Whew. That must have been hard on you."
"……"
Suddenly A-jeong went quiet. Then her shoulders began to tremble in small, fine shakes.
What? Did I say something wrong?
"Uuu… that's right…. sniff."
"Hm?"
"It was so… so hard, sniff."
What the hell. Why is she crying all of a sudden?
"That must have been hard on you."
At Ha-un's voice, the last thin thread of A-jeong's suspicion simply came undone.
For a moment she had wondered — what if the massage was just an excuse for something else? When he told her straight out to take her top off, the doubt had only grown.
But Ha-un's eyes were the same before she undressed and after. Even looking at the breasts spilling over her bra, he had gone on talking about massage like nothing had changed.
First time… anyone's ever looked at me without those filthy eyes…
With men, young or old, there had never been an exception. Even when she wrapped herself up tight, their gazes still drifted to her chest. Plenty of them harassed her outright; the rest just stared with that greasy look.
Ha-un was different. A calm face even with her chest right there — and then he had gone further and actually understood what she lived with.
"Hic… they really are heavy and uncomfortable. My shoulders and back always hurt…"
"I understand."
"Other people don't get it. Other women just say they're jealous, and men all…"
"It's all right. Among my clinic's clients, the ones with large chests all carry the same kind of trouble. Once you've had the treatment, the pain will ease and the swelling will go down. Don't worry."
"Hic… yes. Thank you, sir…"
His words settled her. So this really was a high-end clinic that only took VIP clients — he must have met plenty of women with the same problem. And because he had actually solved those problems, he could speak in that steady, certain voice.
"Hic… I'm sorry I suddenly started crying."
"No, it's fine. When the stress you've been holding comes up, that happens."
Ha-un's hand stroked the back of her neck, warm and large. The touch alone seemed to quiet her heart as well.
"I'll start slowly from the neck, so settle down. Relax and let yourself go."
"Yes…. Hooo…"
She breathed deep and let herself feel the massage. Knowing Ha-un was behind her somehow made her feel safer. If they had been face to face, it would have been mortifying.
"Hooo— hoo—"
A few deep breaths, and the tears drained away. Ha-un's hands had already moved from the nape down toward the trapezius — pressing hard, kneading deep, just on the edge of pain.
"Nngh…!"
"They're badly knotted."
"Yes…"
"It's because the weight of your chest is hanging off the bra straps."
"Pardon?"
"These straps dig into the shoulders, see? For women with large chests, this spot gets crushed and it hurts."
"That's true…"
"If this stays compressed during a massage, the blood doesn't circulate. I'm going to slide them off to the side."
"Pardon? Y-yes…"
Ha-un's hands lowered the bra straps from her shoulders. She was so flustered she agreed before she could even protest.
It was embarrassing — bare shoulders, and the bra itself half a slip from coming off. And yet.
If it's Ha-un…
It had to be necessary for the massage. A-jeong decided, quietly, to trust him.
The massaging hands were moving lower and lower.