006. D-grade Fitness Scandal (Cha Ye-rin)
006. D-grade Fitness Scandal (Cha Ye-rin)
It definitely had a different presence from when seen through the monitor. The workout clothes she had been wearing were already put away, and she was draped only in a thin silk robe that left her back exposed.
The sensual line from the shoulders and back revealed on the massage bed, flowing down to her waist, shimmered under the lighting.
It was a meticulously maintained body. A body so luscious, in a different sense than Cha Ye-rin's, that it was like the epitome of restraint and self-love, with not a single unnecessary thing.
Song Jae-pil swallowed his dry spit.
Kim Hye-jin turned her head slightly and looked at Song Jae-pil with only one eye visible. The frown between her brows was visible between her cheek squashed against the bed and her disheveled hair.
"A new person?"
"Yes. Song Jae-pil, who will be in charge starting today."
"Haa......."
Instead of 'great', a faint sigh came back. A response clearly brimming with dissatisfaction to anyone who saw it. Kim Hye-jin let out a sigh and buried her face in the massage bed again.
She had quite a bit built up today and wanted to get a proper release, but her expectations plummeted upon hearing he was a rookie. She was thinking she should probably talk to Cha Ye-rin after this was over.
Song Jae-pil paid it no mind and ran hot water at the sink, making his hands extremely hot. Then he dried the water from his hands with a towel and poured oil onto his palms.
Swoosh, swoosh.
And he raised the oil's temperature through frictional heat—the very basics of the basics.
From the rhythm of this action alone, the other person gauges the masseur's skill level. When his palms were sufficiently warmed, Song Jae-pil opened her robe and placed his hands on her white back.
Jolt—
Her shoulders stiffened minutely. It was an instinctive reaction to an unfamiliar hand. Song Jae-pil did not rush.
'Impatience tends to ruin everything.'
Slowly, he swept across her entire back with both palms. Without applying pressure, just a touch announcing his presence. A greeting of the hands saying, I am here.
One second, two seconds, three seconds....
The taut stiffness in her gradually loosened. Song Jae-pil slowly increased the pressure of his hands.
The hand strength emanating from his physique shone. As his large palms swept down, gripping her back muscles, the tension that had been knotted along with the oil was pushed out.
"Mmm...."
A low moan leaked from between Kim Hye-jin's lips.
It was clumsy yet rough. A style completely different from the previous masseur's delicate massage.
But she didn't dislike it. On the contrary, it felt good. The way it dug deep into her body was just like the awkward gestures of a young man she had experienced in her youth.
Suddenly, a scene of clumsy lovemaking from her younger days flashed through her mind.
As instinct surged ahead of reason, Kim Hye-jin was startled at herself. What was she thinking just now?
Even as that happened, Song Jae-pil's hands descended from her back to her waist.
"Mmmmm...."
As Song Jae-pil's hands boldly dug into her erogenous zones—her back and waist—a moan involuntantly jumped out.
His thumbs dug deep along either side of her spine, loosening the knotted muscles, as he whispered softly.
"Your muscle balance is truly splendid. Perhaps because your core is so solid, your lines are perfect."
A single remark tossed out casually, so it wouldn't sound like flattery.
"...Is that so?"
The voice that came back for the first time was damp. Simultaneously, the tension in her body loosened another level.
"You have an innate elasticity beyond just having maintained it for a long time. It's not a body that can be easily made."
She knew it was just lip service. But she didn't dislike it. Because it was praise she had never heard in her lifetime from her husband, Choi Hyun-kook.
To Choi Hyun-kook, Kim Hye-jin was not a wife but merely a decorative piece for display.
Because of that, a hole that couldn't be filled with money or power had been drilled right in the center of her chest, and she had been filling that hole through yoga, self-care, and secretive massages.
Song Jae-pil's hands passed over her waist and reached near her buttock line.
Kim Hye-jin's breathing became noticeably rougher. Her toes clenched tightly as Song Jae-pil's touch passed by, almost grazing the starting point of her tailbone. It was an unconscious, blatant signal.
But Song Jae-pil didn't miss that signal. This was the boundary line.
He moved his hands. Without crossing the line of her buttocks, he returned to her back. The textbook push and pull, the choice to deliberately not go to places he could go, was ironically the method to etch the name Song Jae-pil into the other person's consciousness.
Kim Hye-jin tightly gripped the bed sheet. Almost without realizing it, a sigh of disappointment nearly escaped her.
As time passed, the rhythm of the massage grew more intense.
Subtle stimulations began to mix into his fingertips. The trajectory of his hands moving across her back and waist, calves and thighs gradually widened its scope, and each time his thumbs descended along her spine, the purpose of his hands changed from releasing tension to caressing.
"Haa... haa..."
The intervals of her breathing, which was like a moan yet not, grew shorter. Her back arched like a bow in her prone position, and her breasts were crushed and flattened against the bed.
The original manual concluded with sex after the massage. When, how, and at what moment to end the massage and begin sex was, literally, a tacit agreement between the two in the massage room.
The initiative in this game seemed, at first glance, to lie with Kim Hye-jin, but the side that drew out that request was the one truly in the superior position.
The strength that had been clenching her thighs began to loosen. Kim Hye-jin's mind was filled with anticipation of when Song Jae-pil would cross the line.
And the moment she had that thought, as if he had peered into her mind, his hand, slick with oil, delved into the inside of her thigh, into the most sensitive and soft skin.
Schlllck.
The sticky sound of oil and skin rubbing together filled the room. Kim Hye-jin shuddered.
This was more thrilling than the obligatory post-massage sex she had received at Ether until now.
It felt like doors in her body that had been closed for a long time were being forcibly opened. A prickly heat surged up from deep within her womb.
The closer Song Jae-pil's fingertips got to her secret center, the more blatant Kim Hye-jin's reactions became.
More strength entered the fingers gripping the sheet, and the moans she tried to suppress became increasingly difficult to hide.
Song Jae-pil's own cock, administering the massage, was also fully erect, but he didn't rush. To conquer Cha Ye-rin, his final goal, Kim Hye-jin was absolutely necessary.
'Secondary objective achieved, financial backer, ally. I have to secure her completely, no question about it.'
He only drew the bowstring taut, to the point of almost snapping, never releasing it. That was the method to drive the other person crazy.
And when Kim Hye-jin was sufficiently heated up. When Song Jae-pil took a step back, a sense of loss, as if floating in mid-air, enveloped her.
Swoosh—
Song Jae-pil took off his own shirt and tossed it aside. As his large frame was revealed in the darkness, Kim Hye-jin turned her head to look at him.
Her face, glistening with heat, her gaze slightly unfocused, swept over Song Jae-pil's body. And then her eyes traveled downward.
It wasn't a small size, but at the same time, it wasn't overly large either. Just the right, moderate size. A size that could satisfy her desires without being intimidating.
Pass.
It was the immediate judgment Kim Hye-jin made. The corners of her mouth trembled slightly into a smile.
"Now, I'll begin the real massage."
Song Jae-pil took a step closer and spread her thighs. With no resistance, her thighs slid apart.
The silk robe, soaked through with oil and long past fulfilling its role, was also stripped away.
The ironclad rule here at Ether was clear. Lips must not meet first, and no marks must be left on the body that cannot be erased.
The sticky, slick sound of oil and skin rubbing together filled the massage room.
Why don't I have a child? In chaebol families, succession is obviously an issue, so they'd want to have children quickly...
Kim Hye-jin threw her head back and let out the breath she'd been holding in a long sigh.
"You truly have a beautiful figure."
Song Jae-pil's sincere praise sprang forth at the sight of Kim Hye-jin, legs slightly drawn up, naked and gripping the bed.
"To think I get to massage someone like Kim Hye-jin-nim... it feels like incredible luck, especially since today is your first day."
Kim Hye-jin's already trembling eyes shook even more violently at the casually tossed compliment.
Song Jae-pil's voice seeped into a corner of her heart, weary with loneliness. Her pussy began to twitch without having done anything.
'Just from praise to this extent?'
Right before insertion, Song Jae-pil looked into her eyes.
'It's certain she has problems with her husband.'
Her face was clearly one of yearning, but on the other hand, it was dark. Her eyes weren't smiling.
Creeeak—
"Hahhhhng❤️!"
The mere insertion of a single finger knuckle into her vaginal entrance made Kim Hye-jin's waist jerk as if electrocuted.
Creak— Squelch, squelch—
Every time Song Jae-pil's finger brushed against her vaginal walls.
"Huh, h-heung. It feels so good, it's amazing...."
Kim Hye-jin was freely letting out the moans that burst forth. Here, there was no need to hold back, no one to be cautious around.
His other idle hand gently grasped her breast.
"Really... Customer Kim Hye-jin, your body's elasticity is excellent, and your skin is so soft that even I, the one massaging you, feel good."
Kim Hye-jin was starting to enjoy Song Jae-pil's praise more and more. It didn't seem like praise given just for the job's sake, but rather, it felt like he was sincerely looking at and feeling her body as it was.
"Now...."
Unable to hold back, Kim Hye-jin grabbed Song Jae-pil's forearm.
"As you wish...."
Song Jae-pil's hefty cock parted her narrow entrance and pushed inside.
"Ahhk! Ah, aahhh...!"
The moment Song Jae-pil's cock entered her tight, hot vagina, a scream burst out from stimulation beyond imagination.
But once inserted, testing the waters here would be amateurish. Song Jae-pil mercilessly began violating her pussy like a beast.
'Haa, this is it... this is it, what I wanted. It's so full....'
Far from being dissatisfied with the rougher-than-expected sex, Kim Hye-jin's vision whited out and returned each time Song Jae-pil thrust his cock in.
"Hahhhk—"
Thud, thud, thud!
"It's good, I feel like I'm going crazy... It's been so long since sex like this."
The sound of flesh clashing against flesh filled the room. Didn't it remind her of her twenties when men used to adore her?
"More, do it more. More roughlyyy...."
Kim Hye-jin, strongly gripping Song Jae-pil's forearm, went further and wrapped both legs around his waist. As if determined not to let him escape.
'This is amazing... It's also clear she's incredibly starved.'
While diligently exploring Kim Hye-jin's pussy, Song Jae-pil was also carefully memorizing each of her reactions.
Which situations and which words she reacted to most strongly, whether there were any unknown erogenous zones, what positions she liked.
"It's good! Ah-heuk... I feel so good I'm going crazy."
Kim Hye-jin, now having let go of her sanity, clung to Song Jae-pil while letting out beast-like sounds.
"I'm really enjoying it too. It's my first time seeing such a stimulating customer. How can you be this tight? You seem like a natural-born seductress."
"...Do I still look like a woman to you? Not just a decorative piece?"
"This feels like the best massage I've given recently. I think thoughts of Customer Kim Hye-jin won't leave my head for a while."
At those words, Kim Hye-jin.
Psssshhhhuuuut—
"Hahhha— Massage... it's... amaaaazing...."
Reaching her climax, she gushed out her juices.