A Rude, Cheeky Woman Makes the Perfect Toy
"Nngh…"
Cheon Dohwa bit down hard on her lip, smothering the sound before it could fully escape. Heat flooded her face.
What am I even…
She could scarcely believe she had made such a ridiculous noise over nothing more than a single squeeze of her shoulder.
I've been busy lately. That's all. More tired than usual, shoulders more locked up… that's why. It has to be. Definitely…
She kept making excuses to herself for the bliss she had felt—and for the strange little sound it had wrung out of her. Excuses aimed at no one in particular.
But then—
Knead.
"Mmph… nnh…"
Knead, knead.
"Hnn… hnnngh… hhah…!"
Every time Ju Seonghyeon's hands worked into her shoulders, a violently intense rush of relief and clarity poured through her—as if, in real time, her shoulders were being restored to the ones she had had as a student.
This was no longer anywhere near the level of pleasure you could expect from an ordinary massage.
How is something like this even… hah…!
It was fair to call it a kind of ecstasy.
Knead, knead, knead, knead…!
"Haaah…! W-wait… haaang…!"
"Feels good, doesn't it? Looking at how knotted those shoulder muscles are, I'd be surprised if it didn't."
"I-it's nothing spe—ahh! Hnnh… haugh…"
To Dohwa, the Director's calm little questions were infuriating. She wanted nothing more than to deny every word of it.
She wanted to—but the massage was flooding her with far too much comfort for that.
Knead, knead!
"Nnhh… mm… mmnh…!"
Even with her mouth clamped shut, heated breaths kept slipping free. There was no escaping the pleasure climbing all the way to the crown of her head.
Why… why is he so good at this…!
This wasn't supposed to happen.
With this shabby facility, with this supposedly shabby technique—he was supposed to disappoint her worse than she had hoped. That was how the rest of her plans were meant to go smoothly.
And yet.
No massage bed. No oil. Even his starting posture had been a mess. And still, the Director's massage was better than any of the ones she had paid hundreds of thousands of won for, every single time.
Unbelievably so.
Knead, knead, knead…
"Ah—aang…! Hhk…!"
He was only working her shoulders, and already a deep, heavy satisfaction was melting the strength right out of her body.
She could no longer hide behind the excuse that she was simply more tired than usual, or that her shoulders were tighter than normal.
She had been to aesthetic salons dozens of times. She had been massaged on days far more exhausting than this one. Not once had she ever felt relief this complete.
Knead… squeeze…!
"Hnnngh…!"
"Dohwa, you don't have to hold the sounds in so hard. Relax your body and let them out naturally—you'll feel even better. Force yourself to stay quiet and you'll only make yourself sick."
"Haa… haugh… aaang… hhah…! Haaaang…"
"That's it. Just like that. Carrying those big tits around all day must be exhausting, huh? I'll get them loosened up for you in no time."
Her clenched mouth finally gave way—not because she agreed with him, but because she simply no longer had the strength to keep it shut.
He's doing all of this with nothing but his bare hands… and with skill like this, he wants to run some hapkido dojo instead of a massage shop? And he's only charging six hundred thousand a year for it? Is he out of his mind?
If the salon she usually went to offered this kind of technique at two hundred thousand per session, she would have gone several times a month at the very least—maybe not every day, but regularly. She would never have complained about the price.
And this man—event rate or not—was giving her this massage for a mere six hundred thousand won a year.
Four sessions a month. Forty-eight a year.
Per session, that worked out to roughly twelve thousand won.
Cheon Dohwa was speechless.
Running a business like this, how does he expect to make any money…
Skill like his would still bring in enough regulars that he wouldn't go under even with that idiotic pricing—but he would never actually get rich.
And remarkably enough, right now—
Cheon Dohwa was worrying about Ju Seonghyeon's business sense.
Barely three minutes ago she had been steeling herself to ruin him for good. Now, without quite noticing when it happened, her thoughts had completely changed course.
With hands this good… even if I don't destroy him, he'll never go back to hapkido anyway… yeah…
In the space of a breath, her purpose had flipped over like a palm turned skyward.
The irritation and spite that had been boiling toward Ju Seonghyeon only moments before were dissolving, stroke by stroke, under his hands.
It couldn't have gone any other way. The stress Dohwa ordinarily carried in her locked shoulders was enormous—
Knead…!
"Aaungh…"
—and Ju Seonghyeon's shoulder work was good enough to melt both her body and her mind.
She couldn't let this place go under.
She had to leave it standing and become a regular.
Never mind that she herself had been the chief reason his hapkido dojo collapsed. Never mind that she had twisted the knife with cruel words, and that mere moments ago she had been quietly drafting a meticulous plan to drive him out of the neighborhood entirely.
Moving into this neighborhood without any sense of business etiquette was his fault. And sure, I pulled a few strings to sink the hapkido dojo—but at the end of the day he just lost out in competition.
She decided to treat it as a petty mutual grievance, nothing more. She had considered driving him out again, yes—but she hadn't acted on it yet.
She had told him she wouldn't be coming back after today, but if his technique turned out better than expected, she could simply reverse herself and say she wanted to keep coming. Easy enough.
From his side, securing one more member could only be a good thing. And the way he had treated her father with such careful respect suggested he had no real desire to make enemies of the locals.
Besides, looking at this skill, he hardly seemed likely to go back to running a hapkido dojo. The chance he would ever become a threat again felt close to zero.
I'll tip him generously and keep things casually friendly from here on… haaah… god, how do his hands feel this warm and good… aaungh…♡
With her thoughts neatly rearranged, Cheon Dohwa let even more of the tension drain from her body.
For now, the way she would at any other shop, she intended to simply enjoy Ju Seonghyeon's massage to the fullest.
And then his hands left her shoulders.
"Ah…… wait, why did you stop? It was just getting perfect."
The instant those warm hands left her, a sharp sense of loss hit her. She let out a sigh thick with regret, then snapped at Ju Seonghyeon with a pointed edge in her voice.
She had only just set her wandering thoughts aside and decided to focus on the massage—and of course he chose that exact moment to stop.
But Ju Seonghyeon kept his smiling face and, ignoring her irritation entirely, spoke in that same unruffled tone.
"I'll be starting the breast massage now."
Squish!
"Nnh…!"
With those words, his hands closed around her breasts. And then he began to knead them hard, the way one might work dough.
Knead, knead… squeeze…!
Hands reaching from behind—for the first time in her life, a man's hands were playing with her chest.
"Nnh… ahungh… th-this is pretty… haaangh…"
The irritation she had felt at the end of the shoulder work evaporated almost at once. Cheon Dohwa found herself deciding that this breast massage was rather nice too.
Her shoulders were already remarkably clear after only a few minutes. And now, with him kneading and gently lifting the very breasts that had been the root cause of that stiffness, she felt almost completely freed from those shackle-like masses of fat.
On top of that, a more primal pleasure began to rise—something different from the simple unknotting of muscle—
Squish…
Her pussy grew wet.
But Cheon Dohwa paid it no mind.
Haaah… this feels so good…
She had never had her shoulders this thoroughly relieved by a massage before—but she had, on occasion, become physiologically aroused under a female masseuse's hands. She knew it was a natural enough reaction when you were being worked by someone truly skilled.
She was soaking through far faster now than she ever had then—but still, she quietly focused only on the path of Ju Seonghyeon's hands.
"Your nipples are hard. Feels good?"
"Mmh… not… bad… haaang…"
"Standing up that stiff and you still try to play it cool…"
Flick!
"Angh…!"
The instant he flicked her nipple with a fingertip, pleasure and excitement hit her harder than the sting.
After that he pinched and worked the nipples themselves until they too were loosened, then went right back to massaging her breasts.
It felt good.
Simply put—no matter how Ju Seonghyeon touched her, it was overwhelmingly relieving and good.
It can't even have been ten minutes since we started… haaah…
Cheon Dohwa was glad there was still so much time left.
He would go at least thirty minutes; that meant she had a minimum of twenty more of this to look forward to.
No—she was already thinking about paying extra and extending today's session to at least two hours.
"Dohwa, turn your head back toward me."
"Aaungh… why?"
"Open your mouth and stick out your tongue."
"……?"
He suddenly told her to turn her head mid-massage, and she asked why, curious about the reason—
but she did not refuse the instruction of the man who, in her mind, had already been upgraded.
[ Unscrupulous Dojo Director ]
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[ Exceptionally Skilled Masseur ]
"…Beh."
Following his order, she parted her lips and gently stuck out her tongue.
"Haum…"
"Mmuph…!"
Ju Seonghyeon sealed his mouth over hers. At the same time his tongue coiled around hers like a snake and pushed deep into her mouth.
Her eyes went wide at the kiss-like act. Even so, she did not shove him away.
This is part of the massage too… right…? Wait, what is this…
Partly because she chose to treat it as an extension of the massage—and partly because the saliva sliding in with his tangled tongue was startlingly sweet.
Why does it taste so go—mmnh…