A Rude, Arrogant Woman Makes the Perfect Toy (2)
It was her first kiss with a man, though she never recognized it as one. She simply tasted the sweet saliva of the director.
Even the way his lips crushed against hers felt cool and refreshing, like another form of massage. His tongue roamed freely inside her mouth, and together with the chest massage, it left her pussy tingling far more intensely than before.
Meanwhile, one of his hands slid downward.
—Ssslick…
"Nngh…!"
—Twitch!
The hand that stroked her belly, then casually brushed across her thigh, sent a shiver through her.
Maybe he was marking the next place he intended to massage. Cheon Dohwa’s heart pounded with anticipation.
She waited, full of expectation.
A moment later, Ju Seonghyeon pulled his mouth and hands away from her.
"Hoo… That’ll be all. You worked hard receiving the massage."
"Hah… What? What did you just say…"
"Pardon? I said the massage is over."
He announced that the massage had ended.
She stared at him, dumbfounded.
Barely ten minutes had passed, and that was it?
Granted, even those few minutes had left her shoulders deliciously loose, her chest filled with a clean, excited lightness, and when he pressed his mouth to hers and slipped his tongue inside—whatever that had been—she’d even enjoyed the sweetness. Still, it wasn’t enough.
She had planned to extend the session all the way to two hours. Ending after only ten minutes made it feel as though she had been shortchanged by an hour and fifty minutes.
"Are you kidding me? How long did you even work for it to be over already?"
"Uh… This is usually how long I do it? I only charged you for ten minutes, too. I threw in an extra twelve or thirteen as a service."
"That’s…"
Cheon Dohwa had been about to protest fiercely, but she found herself unable to argue with what he said next.
It really had been dirt cheap.
Even if he was calculating it at ten thousand won for ten minutes… it was still a bargain either way, and that was reason enough for stopping after only ten minutes of massage.
She nodded at his reasonable explanation, then spoke again.
"Then I’ll pay more, so keep going. Extend the time, and change the once-a-week sessions to at least two or three."
"You said you’d take it just for today and never see me again… My massage skills aren’t half bad, huh?"
"Hmph. I’ll admit it. You’re good. I’ll even throw in a tip matching those skills, so let’s renegotiate."
"Well… I’m grateful you think so highly of me, and since you already signed up and say you’ll come regularly, I won’t refuse… but still, I can’t."
"Why not?"
"I’ve got a lot of reservations booked… and more work piling up after this."
"Tch…"
Cheon Dohwa bit her lip.
Before coming here she hadn’t believed he had enough reserved members to keep a dojang running, but now she could. Whatever his self-defense classes or other exercises were like, when it came to massage at least, he was top-class.
If someone had booked earlier than her, there was nothing she could do about it.
However.
There were exceptions to every rule.
It was simply a matter of paying more.
"I’ll pay you double what you get from the others, so bump someone. No—make it triple. In exchange, my reservations always get absolute priority."
After a mere ten-minute massage she was making an excessive offer and showing excessive interest, thrusting her upper body toward him so her breasts jiggled.
But.
It had only been ten minutes, yet those ten minutes had been so pleasant they completely erased the hostility she had felt toward him.
And even triple the fee was only about the same as what she used to pay at the aesthetic clinic she frequented.
It was more than worth the price.
Yet even faced with that extravagant proposal, Ju Seonghyeon frowned and looked doubtful.
"I don’t think that’ll work. If I have free time I can always add more sessions, but otherwise pushing aside members who reserved first is a bit…"
"Ha! So what, just leave it like this? A teasing little ten-minute massage and that’s it? What exactly are you trying to pull here?"
She was heated. Angry at Ju Seonghyeon’s inflexible stubbornness, and angry at how she kept craving his refreshing massage even now.
When she reacted so strongly, Ju Seonghyeon let out a sigh as if he had no choice.
"Hoo… I’m busy, but since you want it so badly, Dohwa, I guess there’s nothing for it. I’ll do a little more for you today, at least."
"Hmph. You should have said so from the start. And from now on, whenever you have free time… weeknights after seven or on weekends—tell me right away. I’ll book it."
"Yes, yes, understood. Then would you lie down on the mat now?"
It wasn’t the most satisfying agreement, but the thought of getting even a little more massage right away made Cheon Dohwa scramble onto the mat and lie down.
Seeing her settle, Ju Seonghyeon rose from his seat.
Looking down at her, he said,
"From here on I’ll massage you with my feet. Relax your body and lie comfortably."
"Fine, just hurry up and do it."
"Yep."
She urged the man who claimed to be busy yet moved so leisurely. He immediately lifted one foot.
A man twice her size in pure build, standing over her prone form with his foot raised—it carried a certain oppressive weight.
Massaging by stepping on someone wasn’t strange in itself.
Normally it was a woman who stepped on a prone person’s back, but then again, Ju Seonghyeon’s massage had never been ordinary from the start.
A moment later.
—Squeeeeeze…!
"Hnnn…!"
His foot pressed down on her breast. The large, weighty sole crushed and crumpled her ample chest, and the pressure made it hard to breathe.
Yet the massage was neither painful nor unpleasant.
Hah…! Pressing so hard with his foot… huff… I can’t breathe, but somehow this is… good too.
Just being stepped on was already plenty stimulating. It was the same sort of refreshing sensation she felt when a meridian massage pressed into an acupoint.
And somehow…
It is a massage, but… being stepped on by a man… nngh… I only allowed it because it’s a massage, how dare he… how dare he… nngh…
Even as she thought “how dare,” another part of her—
The sight of herself, from the outside, looking as though she were enjoying being trampled by a man—
Her looking up at the man who was stepping on her body, him looking down at her while crushing her underfoot—
Somehow.
—Squiisssh…
The situation itself aroused her. She couldn’t clearly explain what the emotion was, even to herself.
A slightly sticky, damp, dark desire.
Why am I getting so turned on… augh…!
She had always known her ideal type was a forceful, manly man, but she hadn’t meant it like this.
—Squeeeze, squeeze… squeeze…!
"Nngh, huff… mmm… haah…"
Every time Ju Seonghyeon’s right foot pressed into her chest, belly, collarbone, and thighs, Cheon Dohwa let out excited moans and grew a little wetter between her legs.
After he had thoroughly trampled her all over in that fashion—
"Finally, I’ll begin the facial massage."
With those words his foot moved toward her face.
A large, rough male foot—now that she thought about it, a foot that had come in from outside and hadn’t even been washed yet.
"Hah…… nngh…!"
—Squeeeze…!
It pressed firmly down on her face.
Her face, still carrying traces of makeup—her nose, her lips, her cheeks—were crushed beneath Ju Seonghyeon’s sole.
With her face stepped on by his rough-skinned, faintly odorous foot, she—
……Being done with the feet is better than I expected too… nngh…♡
Feeling the cool stimulation in the facial muscles where his foot touched.
Feeling even greater excitement than before.
—Squelch…
She thoroughly soaked the cotton panties the director had given her.
As she was savoring even this final massage, Ju Seonghyeon asked,
"How’s the facial massage? Do you like it?"
There was only one answer she could give.
"Mmph… It’s… good… I like… mmp!"
The short duration was a flaw, but Ju Seonghyeon’s massage, from beginning to end—
Somehow… I have to coax him somehow and get more massage time…
—was completely to her liking.
Whoa, she likes being stepped on with my feet too~
I looked down at Cheon Dohwa lying on the mat, her face under my foot.
Beneath that stepped-on head, her body was twitching and trembling.
The face of Cheon Dohwa, who had once sneered at me with that haughty expression and spouted irritating lines, was now pinned under my sole.
Even though these were dirty feet that hadn’t been washed after I’d gone out (well, I’d only popped over to the supermarket in slippers, but still), she was moaning that it felt good while being stepped on by them.
I could feel the smooth flesh of Cheon Dohwa’s cheek against my sole.
I could feel her straight nose being crushed this way and that.
I could feel those soft lips I had tasted earlier—lips her surrounding men must have desperately wished to kiss just once.
I could feel her heated breath.
Enjoying every one of those sensations, I thought,
Her attitude was so damn rude earlier, so maybe I should mess with her while I play.
Yeah, this one needed some tormenting.
Honestly, I didn’t truly hold any bad feelings toward Cheon Dohwa. She might have been the main culprit who nearly ruined my dojang, but in my opinion that was exactly the trigger that gave me the system.
I almost wanted to thank her, if anything.
Still, the way she had run her mouth earlier had been genuinely rude and irritating.
In that sense, this woman alone—
—Squeeeeeeeze…!
"Oomph… kuh…!"
This woman who was making stupid noises from having my sole ground into her face—
Cheon Dohwa alone—
Unlike the other women, I decided I would treat her like a toy from now on, tormenting her at my leisure while I played with her.