Neulsoop Vice Representative Shin Mi-yun (1)

I found myself visiting Neulsoop once again.

I'd only been there a single time, yet plenty of the staff remembered me. They all recognized me on sight and welcomed me with open arms.

"Welcome!"

"Welcome, sir!"

"Mr. Jeong Ha-un?"

The employee who'd attended me last time stepped forward first, calling my name as she approached.

"Yes, hello."

"Hello. Looking for Vice Representative Shin Mi-yun again today?"

"I am. I didn't make a reservation — is that all right?"

"You'd need to wait about thirty minutes. Would that be okay?"

"That's fine. I'll wait."

"Thank you! Shall I prepare an iced americano for you?"

"Yes, thank you."

"I'll bring it right out!"

Just talking face-to-face with me was enough to leave the employee beaming, practically glowing with delight.

Handsome really was the ultimate cheat code.

I hadn't used a single technique from the Erotic Arts, yet the mere presence of a fully reborn Erotic Demon God was enough to captivate hearts. The scent my body gave off without my even noticing, and that deep baritone voice of mine, were probably doing their work as well.

Life on easy mode.

But I couldn't afford to be satisfied with this.

My targets were beauties of S-rank and above. The influence of raw presence alone diminished the higher the other person's beauty rank climbed. It had been that way in the game, and there was no reason to expect this world to be any different. Outstanding looks came with equally outstanding pride.

A celebrity-tier beauty wouldn't fall this easily.

Take it slow. No need to rush.

First, reel in the bait. Disguise everything under the pretext of a massage, and intimate physical contact would follow naturally. After that, demonstrate results through the power of the Bone Condensation Art, then gradually condition them to pleasure.

I sipped the coffee the staff had brought me and slowly surveyed the interior of Neulsoop.

The waiting lounge was empty.

Last time there'd been idol trainees and an actress waiting around. Not today, apparently.

Shame. I was hoping to scout a few more prospects.

Before long, my turn came around.

"Mr. Jeong Ha-un. Right this way, please."

Following the staff member's lead, I entered Vice Representative Shin Mi-yun's room.

As a VIP hair salon, Neulsoop assigned each designer their own booth. Those at the vice representative level were given private rooms with actual doors — and Shin Mi-yun was one of them.

She hurriedly handed off the client she'd been working on to an assistant designer and sat me down in front of her.

"Hello."

"Yes, hello."

But the face of the person swapping places with me — heading over to the assistant designer's booth — looked familiar.

That one from last time…

It was the girl who'd stood out among the idol trainees on my first visit.

Being an idol trainee, her frame was noticeably leaner and longer-limbed than A-jeong, the rookie actress. That made sense — a cleaner dance line would look better on stage.

So she was one of Shin Mi-yun's clients as well.

"Same as last time today?"

"Yes. Just a clean tidy-up, please."

"Understood."

Spending two hundred thousand won for nothing more than a basic style touch-up. Still, it wasn't a waste.

This was all an investment.

Over the whir of the dryer, Shin Mi-yun's voice drifted over.

"So, something going on again today?"

"Yes. I have a meeting related to an investment."

"Ah, I see. Must be a fairly important one, given how much care you're putting into this."

"It's less about the meeting itself. My work is in aesthetic fields — body correction, skincare, that sort of thing — so presenting a polished image matters. Looking put-together is how you earn a client's trust."

"Ah, that makes sense. I get it."

"You understood right away. You take your own hair care seriously too, Vice Representative."

"Yes! Exactly. We have to show up looking good ourselves if we want clients to keep coming back. Wow. Now that you mention it, we're in pretty similar lines of work."

The important meeting was a complete fabrication — just a line I'd spun to sound impressive. The real point was building rapport around the idea that we worked in the same industry. That was the bridge I needed to pull her clients over to mine.

I deliberately brought up the idol trainee who'd just left.

"By the way — that client who just left still had work left to do, didn't she? I feel bad that an unscheduled walk-in like me—"

"Oh, no, not at all. I always book with some buffer, so there's a little free time built in."

"Still, if I kept you from finishing her session properly, I'd feel guilty. She's a regular, isn't she?"

"No, she's not."

She waved a hand as she explained.

"That girl is part of a new girl group debut lineup Cream Entertainment is putting together. Han Se-ah — whether that's her real name or a stage name, I'm not sure."

"Ah. So she's in a debut lineup."

"Pretty, right? Se-ah's appearing in a senior group's music video, so I handled her myself as a special favor today. The debut trainees are normally managed at the manager level."

Fair enough. A single blow-dry from a vice representative ran two hundred thousand won. Even a major agency wouldn't casually spend that on a trainee who hadn't debuted yet.

So with an important music video shoot coming up, Shin Mi-yun had taken her on personally — just for today.

They're pushing her because she's got the looks.

She'd stood out even among the other trainees. A solo music video ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠appearance as a mere trainee made sense in that light.

"So she's a kind of new client, then?"

"Just a one-day special, really."

"If she debuts soon and gets famous, she could become one of your regulars."

"Ah, true."

She nodded, then lowered her voice to a whisper near my ear.

"Even from where I'm standing, Se-ah stands out. The debut lineup numbers aren't finalized yet, but she's a lock."

"When she becomes your dedicated client, introduce her to my clinic as well."

"Your clinic, sir?"

That's right.

What I wanted from her wasn't her — it was her VIP clientele.

"The reason I've been so busy lately is business expansion. I'm in a position where I need to secure more clients myself."

"Ah, the aesthetic clinic. Right — that scalp massage of yours was seriously incredible, you know? Look at this. I didn't even put essence in today, and the ends of my hair…!"

Shin Mi-yun grabbed a lock of her hair and held it up to the mirror.

"Haha. That was just a taste. A proper session produces entirely different results."

"Really?"

"Hmm… Looking at you, your trapezius muscles are quite knotted."

I studied Shin Mi-yun with a diagnostic air as I spoke. From the last session, when I'd touched her scalp and confirmed it through the Erotic Demon Eyes, I already knew — the nape of her neck and the area behind her ears were her erogenous zones.

Mention those deliberately. Create an opportunity to touch them.

"You've got some forward head posture as well. Occupational hazard from standing and cutting hair for long hours, I'd imagine."

"Th-that's right."

"Leave it and your lower back will start to curve, your posture will completely collapse. My hair's done, isn't it?"

"Uh — huh? Yes…"

At some point, her dryer had gone still. There had barely been anything to style on my hair to begin with. She'd finished ages ago and simply kept chatting.

I stood from the chair.

"Have a seat here. Today, I'll take proper care of you."

"Uh… I-is that really okay?"

"Of course."

"Well then…"

Shin Mi-yun sat down with a show of reluctance, but she couldn't hide the smile blooming at the corners of her mouth.

She was looking forward to this more than she let on.

"All right. Let's begin."

I started at Shin Mi-yun's head and picked up where the previous massage had left off — only this time I expanded the range, working down to her shoulders.

She was wearing a wide-necked ribbed knit. Her upper body ran on the thin side, but her trapezius was a touch thicker by comparison.

I kneaded the back of her neck, her traps, and her shoulders, stimulating the pressure points as I went.

"Mmmnh…"

"Your shoulders are really tight. Right here, and here."

"Nnh — ah!"

"Hard as rock, isn't it?"

"Nngh… yes…!"

Working the back of her neck was clearly stirring a slow rise of arousal.

Shall I expand the range a little further?

"To properly release the shoulders — just a moment."

I shifted the hands that had been pressing her traps and nape, slipping them lightly inside her knit. Then I caught the bra strap, gave it a gentle nudge, and eased it outward.

"Ah—!"

Shin Mi-yun flinched in surprise.

I deliberately pressed hard into her trapezius again, settling her nerves — as if this were the most natural part of any massage.

"When someone's pressing on your shoulders, you instinctively tense up and hike them to brace against it. So during a massage, you have to free things up so the body can actually relax."

"…Y-yes… nnh…!"

I could feel Shin Mi-yun growing more aroused from the tension of bare skin exposed at her shoulders.

Her erogenous zones were still the ears and neck — but with more bare skin under my hands, the crimson light of rising erotic qi burned denser than last time.

I slid my hands deeper, gently caressing near her collarbone and shoulder blades.

"If it were purely about shoulder health, going strapless would be ideal. But of course, that's not always practical."

"R-right…"

"Your rounded shoulders are quite pronounced, too. Open them up. Stretch."

"Nnhh…"

Guiding her shoulder blades and pressing her shoulders open put Shin Mi-yun in a chest-forward posture. Her chest was on the modest side, so it didn't particularly stand out.

"This is the Tianzhu point. From here, imagine drawing a straight line all the way up through the crown of your head."

Recycling bits of jargon I'd picked up somewhere, I stroked along the nape of her neck.

"Hahh…"

She let out a breathy, deflating sound, as ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠if a shiver had just run through her.

Confirmed. Definitely an erogenous zone.

Seizing the opening, I pushed my hands a little further forward.

Just below the collarbone — the upper edge of her chest. A precarious spot where my fingers nearly brushed the bra cup. Soft flesh, right where the breast began.

"The lymph nodes run through here. Supporting lymph flow and blood circulation in this area is what drains the swelling from the traps."

"Hnnph… y-yes…"

Delivered with total confidence, the explanation left Vice Representative Shin Mi-yun with nothing to say. The erotic qi pouring off her body only intensified.

I gathered it, converted it into internal qi, and channeled it through the Bone Condensation Art to reduce her trapezius muscles.

"Hooo…"

Shrinking the traps involved a far larger treatment area than hair, and the internal qi required was correspondingly steeper. I'd harvested more than last time, yet I still had to burn through every last drop of it to complete the reduction.

I need to get her even more aroused.

Pleasure-born energy was the wellspring of internal qi, after all.

But for now, this was enough.

I withdrew my hands from her shoulders.

"There. All done. Try moving your shoulders for me?"

"Huh? It's over? My shoulders really do feel… lighter?"

Shin Mi-yun rolled her arms, checking for any lingering stiffness or knots.

"Stand up and look in the mirror. The forward head posture is gone — your whole body looks different, doesn't it?"

A touch of spinal correction and trap reduction, shaped through internal qi. Even that alone was a decisive change for Shin Mi-yun.

Her once-sloped shoulder line had become a perfect, symmetrical right angle.

"W-wow…! Wow?! This is actually…!"

It would feel entirely different from the change in her hair. Hair was her professional domain — body correction was a field she knew nothing about.

I wiped the sweat from my brow.

"If we want to address full upper-and-lower-body balance, we'd need to work on the spine and pelvis as well. Book a separate appointment for that, and I'll take care of it then."

"Wow… this is incredible. Where is your clinic located? I'm definitely coming in."

"Ah — at the moment, due to a location transfer, I'm providing treatments in clients' private spaces. ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠In-Home Therapy for VIP clients has always been the core of the practice anyway."

"In-Home Therapy…?"

In plain terms: house-call massage.

Given my current circumstances, opening a physical location wasn't an option. Using a location transfer as the excuse, the only real approach was going to the client's home. Still, calling it In-Home Therapy sounded far more legitimate than "house-call massage." It lowered resistance — and made it feel like she was being treated as a genuine VIP.

"Working exclusively with VIP clients means a lot of them request privacy. So I go directly to wherever they prefer and perform the treatment there."

"Ah… a-ah, I see."

"As I mentioned before, I'll give you a discounted rate, Vice Representative. You still have my card, right?"

"Y-yes… here, in my pocket…"

Shin Mi-yun pulled the business card I'd given her from her pocket and murmured blankly at it.

"Noir Clinic… In-Home Therapy……"