The Fluttering Bait
Aaaah…! I'm insane, I'm insane…! Shin Mi-yun, you've lost your mind!!
After Ha-un left, Shin Mi-yun stamped her feet, writhing with shame.
How could she have moaned like that during a massage? She had even flashed her soaked panties on the way out — utterly disgraceful.
I never knew a massage could feel that good…!
The name alone should have been a warning — deep pelvic massage. She had steeled herself for it, more or less. She had even considered the possibility that she might have to show her underwear, or that he might touch somewhere embarrassing.
What she had not expected was to feel so good that her panties would end up completely drenched.
He didn't even touch me there…
Ha-un's hands had never once made contact with her pussy. He had only worked the surrounding muscles and her ass.
And yet it had felt so good she could barely keep her mind together. Even her ex-boyfriends' foreplay had never felt this good.
She had never imagined she could produce this much arousal fluid.
"Ugh… so embarrassing."
She checked herself in the mirror. The heat from the massage had left her sweaty hair plastered to her forehead.
The massage had clearly worked. Her neckline looked sharper, her shoulders fell at a prettier angle. With her spine straightened, her waist even seemed more cinched.
Or did my hips actually go up?
Turning sideways, she thought her ass looked bigger.
She faced forward again and dropped her gaze. There, at her crotch, a darkened shadow.
Wet…?!
Her arousal had soaked through her panties and stained the Y-zone of her half-leggings as well.
Hhk! Ha-un might have seen it!
The thought made her feel even stranger. Suddenly the wet panties felt clammy, and the damp place between her legs felt hypersensitive.
Shin Mi-yun yanked her leggings and panties down in one motion.
A soft rustle.
As she pushed them to her knees, a string of arousal fluid stretched from the fabric like a thread.
"Ha-euut…"
Cool air touched the smooth, carefully waxed flesh of her pussy. It felt oddly sensitive.
Without thinking, Mi-yun brought her hand there. The tip of her middle finger brushed the hood of her clitoris.
"Hyeet!"
The sharp jolt of sensation dropped her straight onto the floor.
Aaaah…!
That hypersensitivity. That heat still burning through her body.
She had already come once under Ha-un's hands, but it hadn't been enough. The incomplete release left her unable to hold back.
"Hieut…! Hwaaaah."
She rubbed her clit, then pushed a finger inside. She was already so wet she didn't need spit or anything else.
Squish, squish—
"Hwaaang, haang!"
It had been a long time since she last masturbated.
After breaking up with her last boyfriend, sex had barely interested her. Neither her last boyfriend nor the one before him had ever made her this wet — they had always put their own needs first.
Whether during sex or alone, she had always assumed she needed lube or spit to get things wet enough.
And yet here she was, completely soaked without any of that.
Squish, squish—
Every time her finger slid in and out, a wet sound filled the room.
Her own slender middle finger suddenly felt inadequate.
"Haaang— haa…"
If he had touched her.
If Ha-un had used the massage as an excuse to go all the way.
If he had gone past touching and pushed his fingers deep inside her.
"Hwaaang! Hwaaaeut!"
Squish, squish!
Shin Mi-yun worked her fingers while imagining Ha-un's thick hands kneading every part of her body.
His deep eyes. His straight nose. That low, rich voice. That solid frame.
The more she pictured him, the more aroused she became.
She curled her finger inside herself, hooking it against that spot.
A sharp thrill shot through her, and his name rose to her lips.
Ha… Ha-un…!
The last thread of reason kept her from saying it out loud.
But it could not stop the moans.
"Hwaaaat!"
She imagined those thick, large hands pressing against her pussy, fingers sliding inside.
Compared to that fantasy, the real sensation was pitifully weak. Her own fingers were thin and short next to the ones she was imagining.
Not enough… not enough…!
Squish, squish—
Shin Mi-yun kept thrusting into herself.
Even if she never quite reached the place she wanted, simply imagining Ha-un touching her made this better than any ordinary masturbation by far.
"Hwaaang… hiyaaaaeeut!"
Her body shuddered as she finally came.
Masturbating while thinking of Ha-un was more electric, more intoxicating, than anything she had ever done alone.
Maybe even better than sex.
"Haaa… haa…"
But the bliss was brief.
A woman's arousal may fade slowly, but it never lasts forever.
What remained in her sight was the mirror's reflection: herself sprawled with her legs open, panties and leggings still hooked around one ankle — a thoroughly undignified sight.
"Aaah… shit…"
A wordless self-loathing washed over her.
I've really lost it… Shin Mi-yun.
Coming in front of her masseur hadn't been enough — she had masturbated thinking about him. And not just the massage. She had imagined him fingering her deep inside.
And somehow that had felt good. What was wrong with her?
Mi-yun pressed a hand to her forehead and hung her head.
At least now I understand why it's expensive…
Even if the massage had no real effect, she might still pay for it. And for VIP clients swimming in money, a million won probably wouldn't even sting.
"Ah…… I'm hungry."
She forced herself to focus on the hunger, pushing thoughts of Ha-un and the massage away.
If she wasn't careful, she would get addicted. Despite the self-disgust, the urge to book another session was already trying to surface.
That way lay bankruptcy.
Referring clients and receiving massages as compensation — that would be enough.
Ah… whatever. Food first.
Mi-yun opened a delivery app, ordered the mala tang she always got, and closed her phone.
Until the food arrived, she kept unlocking her phone under the excuse of checking the delivery status — and opening her call history with Ha-un over and over again.
The next day.
Mi-yun went to work at Neulsoop as usual.
Similar clothes, similar styling.
The only difference was yesterday's massage from Ha-un. That alone made her steps feel light enough to fly.
It wasn't just her mood — her body genuinely felt looser. The constant dull ache in her lower back and legs was gone, and her shoulders moved more freely.
And then—
"Oh my, Mi-yun."
"Oh, hi."
"What's going on with you today?"
"Hm?"
"Are you going somewhere tonight? You look really pretty today."
"Oh my, do I?"
"Yes. You really do."
One of the apprentice designers had chosen that moment to compliment her looks.
Even if it was just flattery, it felt good.
This particular apprentice had always been praised for her sharp eye. As vice representative, Shin Mi-yun mentally bumped the girl's evaluation up a notch.
She's got good taste.
"Hmm, hmm~"
Mi-yun hummed under her breath as she prepared for opening.
She checked her scissors, combs, and curling irons, then arranged every supply in its usual place according to her routine.
Okay. Good. Perfect.
Even the prep work had gone smoothly. Nothing out of place.
If only the good feelings could keep going. But there were always people ready to ruin a good day the moment it started.
Whispers reached Mi-yun's ear.
"Oh my gosh, did you see that just now?"
"Huh? See what…?"
"Shin. I'm talking about Shin."
"Mi-yun?"
"Yeah. Ugh, look at that — hip pads. She must've thought nobody would notice."
"Really? Those are pads?"
"Of course they're pads. Hahaha. Everyone knows Shin's ass is flat. How did she think she could get away with something that obvious?"
It was Hwang Ga-in, a fellow vice representative.
In her mid-thirties, she was a spinster whose body sat right on the line between chubby and fat. She liked to call herself glamorous, but she was simply overweight — and relative to her upper-body girth, her chest was nothing special. Her face was below average, and she was tall enough that her frame rivaled most men's.
Hwang Ga-in was always talking about how she had dated this man and that man, yet no one had ever actually seen a boyfriend of hers.
"Ugh… Shin has so little volume, what is she supposed to do? Must've been a real complex. Haha."
Here we go again.
Ever since Shin Mi-yun's promotion to vice representative, Hwang Ga-in had never stopped tearing her down.
Sometimes with baseless rumors about wild nights at clubs. Sometimes by nitpicking her styling skills.
And sometimes, like today, by gossiping about her looks.
The apprentice designer beside her glanced around nervously.
"Should I… close the door?"
Talking like this with the vice representative's door open meant she wanted to be heard. This wasn't backbiting — it was frontbiting.
Shin Mi-yun was used to this kind of envy by now.
The best strategy was to ignore whatever Hwang Ga-in and a few other talentless, unattractive women had to say.
"No. Leave it."
"…Yes, ma'am."
With the door left open and Mi-yun pretending not to care, Hwang Ga-in grew even more emboldened.
Men prefer women with volume, she said. Hip pads this, ass pads that…
Wait. Ass pads?
Shin Mi-yun had never put pads in her ass. And yet people were saying it looked like she had…
"Do I look like I'm wearing ass pads?"
"Excuse me?"
"Just look. My ass. Does it look like I put pads in?"
She asked the apprentice designer. Someone with that sharp an eye would know how it looked.
"Uh… I don't know if it's pads… but it does look a little different."
"Different how?"
"Uh… a little more… lifted, I guess?"
"So you're saying it looks like pads."
"Ah, no. I'm not sure about that…"
Even she could tell something had changed.
"Touch it."
"Whaat?"
"Hurry up!"
"Y-yes…"
The apprentice gave Mi-yun's ass a tentative squeeze. Mi-yun grabbed the hesitant hand and forced it to grip hard.
"Grab it properly. Like this!"
"Hah…! Uh… uh?"
The apprentice's eyes, wide with shock at first, grew even rounder. Because this wasn't padding — this was real ass.
"Well? It's real, right?"
"I-it is real…?"
Outside, Hwang Ga-in and the others were still chewing her over among themselves, unable to hear a word of the conversation.
Whether they misunderstood or not no longer mattered to Shin Mi-yun.
That hip-up massage… is this effective?
Dramatic enough that people thought she was wearing pads.
She had thought of it as nothing more than a feel-good massage. Something that loosened tight muscles, at best.
If it's like this, how am I supposed to not go back…!
She flipped through today's appointment list, hunting for a VIP she could refer.
A 1.2-million-won massage session per visit — that means he only takes real VIPs…
Her book was full of clients whose backgrounds she already knew.
Plenty of money, but… men are out. No male client is going to book a male masseur.
Receiving those electrifying hands on the groin from another man? That would be cruel to the client.
For similar reasons, she ruled out women who were too old. Ha-un probably wouldn't want that either.
After filtering them down, one name stood out.
Oh, this one…?