Free Special Course
The special course—for free!
The moment Jeong Ha-un offered to give her the special course that should have cost six hundred thousand won at no charge, Shin Mi-yun’s ears perked up.
“Free…?”
“Yes. I’ve just relocated to this area, so I need to secure new clients. If any of the customers you manage are particularly interested in beauty care, introduce them to me. In return, I’ll do this for free.”
“I see… That makes sense. The clients who come to our salon are all celebrities or the wives of wealthy families. Our customer bases completely overlap.”
“And you know how it is. In a business that deals primarily with VIPs like that, advertising isn’t easy.”
“True…”
Shin Mi-yun nodded.
Celebrities and chaebol wives didn’t exactly show up after seeing an ad. Most of them arrived through word of mouth within their own circles.
Feeling Ha-un’s hands steadily pressing into the backs of her thighs, she thought to herself.
Hair and massage are completely different fields, so we’re not even competitors. If I recommend clients, it’s a win-win, right? And a six-hundred-thousand-won treatment for free…
Under normal circumstances she would never get a six-hundred-thousand-won procedure for nothing.
No—the full price was actually 1.2 million won. So in exchange for spreading a little word of mouth, she was essentially earning 1.2 million, wasn’t she?
Framed that way, Ha-un’s offer felt like a privilege only someone in the industry could receive.
“How does the special course work?”
“First, we’ll use an oil we blend in-house at the clinic to improve skin elasticity and blood circulation.”
“Ah, skin elasticity…”
Pain relief and posture correction had now been joined by skin elasticity. And oil he blended himself—something about that sounded different, special.
“After that we move on to deep pelvic massage. Shall I add that as well?”
“…Yes.”
After only a brief hesitation, Shin Mi-yun nodded.
Buried under the thought of a 1.2-million-won windfall, she failed to properly register what was about to follow.
“Your clothes are so tight it’s been hard to work on the thighs properly—perfect timing. I’ll just pull the leggings down.”
“Huh?”
Before she could even finish answering, Ha-un yanked her leggings down in one smooth motion.
The half-lowered leggings now hung around her knees; underneath she wore nothing but a single pair of cotton panties.
“Ah—!”
Startled, she quickly remembered.
The special course required undressing. The masseur had already informed her of that, and she herself had agreed to receive it knowing full well.
Right. This is a massage. Just a massage…
Even when she’d gotten massages on trips to Southeast Asia, she’d only worn underwear. Spreading oil on bare skin while still fully dressed would have been even stranger.
With a soft rustle, the leggings that had been caught around her ankles were pulled completely free.
Ha-un then took a bottle of oil from his bag and poured a generous amount onto his hands.
His palms began to glide upward from her calves.
“Hnnngh…!”
Slick, smooth, and warm.
She had already received bare-skin massage on her calves earlier, yet this felt entirely different—a ticklish, pleasant sensation that made her toes curl.
From calves to the backs of her knees and on up her thighs, Ha-un’s large, warm hands climbed steadily higher.
“Mmmh… hnn…”
The higher his hands rose, the more her senses focused and sharpened.
Both hands firmly gripped the backs of her thighs; his thumbs dug into the inner flesh. The closer those hands came to her groin, the more tension coiled through her body.
“Hah… hnnngh…”
“Relax. Let the tension go. Nice and easy.”
“Ugh… okay.”
“It’s better to massage the hamstrings regularly so they don’t get tight.”
While Shin Mi-yun’s heart raced, Ha-un’s voice remained perfectly calm and even.
Probably because he did this all the time; he was used to it.
Everyone else… must receive this without feeling embarrassed.
Ha-un’s hands now reached her buttocks—the very top of the thighs where they folded into the ass, so close to the panty line that his fingers pressed right along the edge.
“Hah… hnn… hah…”
“This area’s a bit weak on you.”
“Weak…? Hnn…”
“The gluteus maximus needs to be strong to support the upper and lower body in proper balance.”
“Ah… ahh…”
“It also lifts the hips.”
As he spoke, his hands began to slowly invade the upper curve of her ass.
“Nngh… hah… Ha-un-ssi, j-just a little…”
“Ah. The pelvic area can feel quite intense by nature. It’s fine.”
Before she could protest further, his casual reassurance shut down her doubts.
His fingertips slipped beneath the panty line. One by one his fingers worked inside the fabric and began kneading her entire ass.
“Hooooh… hooo—”
“You don’t exercise much, do you?”
“Hooooh— y-yes?”
“There’s almost no muscle in your glutes. That’s why I’m putting so much effort into improving the elasticity here.”
“Ahh. Nngh! Hnnngh…”
Ha-un continued kneading her ass from inside the panties. His tone was the perfectly ordinary, professional voice of a masseur, yet the sensation blooming through her buttocks was practically indistinguishable from caressing.
Nngh… it’s a massage, but… it feels so good…
“Now lift your right knee outward.”
Following his instruction, Mi-yun shifted her position. One knee bent at a right angle and opened to the side—an embarrassing posture that exposed the cleft of her ass—but she no longer felt any suspicion.
It was just a massage.
And it felt good.
Ha-un’s hand slid down along the right panty line and pressed firmly right beside her spread groin.
“Hieeek…!”
Her lower back tensed on its own and her hips lifted.
“This is the pelvic floor muscle—very hard to manage on your own in daily life. That’s why it can feel especially sensitive.”
“Hnnngh, hah!”
Right beside her groin, less than three centimeters from her most private flesh, Ha-un’s fingers pressed and worked.
Just as he said, the spot was extraordinarily sensitive.
“Nngh. Hah…”
“All right, let’s raise the other leg as well. Keep the right one where it is and open the left the same way.”
Ha-un guided her remaining left leg outward too.
Like a frog, both legs spread wide. Naturally her hips lifted a little, and the soft mound beneath became even more clearly visible.
From behind, Ha-un’s thick hands seized her ass as if to claim it completely.
“Hieeeek!”
“Don’t tense up. Stay relaxed and really feel the sensation going into the pelvic floor.”
While gripping her ass with both hands, he rubbed the sides of her groin with his thumbs.
“How is it? Can you feel it?”
“Hnnngh, hnnn! Y-yes… yes, I can feel it.”
Her ass and thighs gleamed with oil. The oil had soaked into Shin Mi-yun’s panties, turning the fabric increasingly transparent so that the shape of her ass showed through.
And beneath that, a liquid clearer and wetter than the oil was soaking in.
“Hooooh— haaah… ahhhnngh! Nngh!”
Shin Mi-yun didn’t even notice her breathing turning into moans.
She remained completely unaware that her lower half was so wet the soft flesh inside her panties was fully visible.
“Hah— hooh— uuhh— aahng!”
Shin Mi-yun lay with her legs spread, moaning and twitching.
From behind her I caressed her ass and admired the view.
Gulp—
Her pastel lemon-yellow panties were soaked through. The thin cotton clung tightly to her pussy, outlining every contour in raw detail.
As if to prove her slender build came from genetics rather than exercise, even her outer lips had little flesh to them.
True to a hair designer, she kept her pussy hair neatly managed—cleanly waxed—so the soft inner flesh showed all the more clearly.
Fuck. So this is a woman’s pussy.
Twenty-five years in this life, thirty years in the murim world.
In a combined fifty-five years of existence, this was the first real woman’s pussy I had ever seen.
The clit lightly hooded by its foreskin, the inner lips faintly visible through the slit.
A pleasing color somewhere between pale brown and pink.
Even the sight through wet panties was this arousing—what would it look like completely bare?
I wanted to rip the panties off right then and drive the dark-crimson dragon of the Erotic Demon God into her, but I held back.
Not yet.
Shin Mi-yun was only A- rank in looks. Considering her age, the odds she was still a virgin were low.
I wasn’t about to offer up the virginity I’d guarded for over fifty years to a mere A-.
Not when every previous master of the Sect of Joy and Lust had preserved their chastity for a lifetime with only the Erotic Demon God in mind.
At minimum she has to be celebrity-tier.
I endured and kept rubbing alongside her outer lips.
Stroke, stroke—
The moment my fingertips brushed her labia majora from inside the panty line—
※ Behind the ears, nape of the neck, labia majora
One more erogenous zone has been added.
It seemed to register only the exact spot my hand touched as an erogenous zone or not.
“Hnnngh! Haang! Aahng— aaaah—!”
Shin Mi-yun’s pussy twitched and trembled finely.
From the center of her panties a long string of love juice stretched and dripped onto the bedsheet.
Shit, look at that.
The aura of lust poured out brighter and denser than before. I absorbed as much of it as possible through the Joyful Erotic Art, then used the Bone-Shaping Technique to build volume into her ass.
Resisting the urge to go even deeper inside the panties, I exercised patience and moved my hands up to her torso.
As if nothing had happened.
“The sensitive areas are finished. Moving on to the lower back.”
“Haaah… haah… hnnngh—”
Shin Mi-yun was still panting from the light climax she had just experienced.
While I lightly massaged her waist, I gathered the remaining lust energy.
Definitely a lot more internal energy than when I was only working her shoulders.
Easily more than ten times the amount.
I used most of that internal energy to improve her overall skin elasticity. I invested especially heavily in the glutes, lifting her hips so the pelvic line became visible.
The results have to be noticeable if this is going to work as advertising.
“All right—we’re done.”
“Uuuuh… i-is it over?”
“Yes. Just a moment.”
I stepped into the bathroom, took out a towel, and wiped the oil from her back, ass, and legs. Shin Mi-yun kept her face buried in the bed, apparently too embarrassed to look up.
At times like this, leaving her alone was the right call.
“I’ll wash up and change, so please wait a moment.”
By the time I finished washing and came back out, she had already put her yoga clothes back on.
Her panties must have been soaked…?
Well, she could hardly face me while still undressed.
“How was it?”
“I-it was good… really good…”
“Your pelvis and glutes were quite underdeveloped, so I focused the care there. You’ll notice a clear difference just looking in the mirror.”
“Ahh… okay.”
“Then please don’t forget our agreement—you must introduce me to your clients. Every time you connect one customer, I’ll throw in an extra special care session free of charge.”
“……!”
In other words: if you want this again, bring me clients.
Shin Mi-yun’s eyes sparkled at the words.