Text Message from a 29-Year-Old Married Woman Who Wants Me

"Mmm… the earliest opening next week is Friday. Come by Friday evening."

"Friday? Come on—it's only a ten-minute course. You're telling me you don't have a single ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠free slot before then?"

"The fact that it's only ten minutes and you're still this desperate to book it just proves how good I am, doesn't it, Dohwa-ssi?"

"Ugh…"

After Cheon Dohwa's face-stepping massage was over, I followed her back to the changing room and deliberately timed the news about her next appointment for the exact moment she was peeling off her dolphin shorts and panties.

Just as expected, she flared up in protest.

Of course, my rather convincing comeback left her biting her lip in frustration.

She even clenched her fists—but she didn't glare at me. The massage must have pleased her far more than she wanted to admit. What radiated off her wasn't hostility so much as disappointment, resentment, and a simmering heat she couldn't quite shake.

While she stewed like that, I took my time admiring her naked body.

I'd already seen plenty of her face and breasts while massaging her—hell, I'd groped them thoroughly—so now I focused my attention on her pussy, slick and glistening with her own juices.

A bald pussy isn't bad at all. Personally I prefer a little hair, but…

That freshly waxed mound looked downright delicious. And surprisingly, the pale coloring of her outer lips and inner folds suggested she hadn't been with many men—the kind of pussy that made you desperately want to suck on it.

Once her pussy lock gets unlocked, I'm going to eat her out properly. After that, I'll have Cheon Dohwa begging me to do it again.

The massage course effects had her completely hooked on my hands. I figured I'd be able to go down on her as early as her next visit.

Other women let me do whatever I want the second I ask—but not Cheon Dohwa. I'll give it to her once, and then from then on I'll refuse no matter how much she pleads. Make her suffer for it.

I was still admiring that pretty pussy and sketching out blueprints for her future when—

"You really can't bump someone? I'll pay triple—why won't you—!"

Cheon Dohwa refused to give up. Still completely naked, she took a step toward me and demanded it again—demanded I push someone else's reservation aside.

Watching her get this frantic just to feel my hands again was entertaining, but I kept that amusement to myself.

"Haa…"

With a sigh that said her nagging was getting tiresome, I raised my hand toward her.

She flinched.

"W-What are you doing?"

Ignoring her reaction, I parted the purple strands of her hair, found the nape of her neck—the one spot I'd forgotten to touch earlier—and seized it.

I squeezed.

"Suddenly—ahng…! Haa…"

There was still time left on the massage course, and her nape was an erogenous zone—the moment I grabbed her neck, a heated moan slipped out of her.

I gently kneaded the back of her neck as I spoke.

"Dohwa-ssi."

Knead. Knead.

"Hhit, aheung… W-Why… haang…"

"I already told you. I can't bump reservations. If a slot opens up, I'll contact you."

"Even so… hng… a little flexibility… heuk…"

Knead. Knead.

"Ang…♡"

"Even if you offered ten times the fee, the answer is no. So give it up. It's only a ten-minute course—but in those ten minutes I'll make you feel better than an hour anywhere else. Understood?"

"Tch… F-Fine… aheung…"

Was she a cat?

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With my hand locked on her nape, kneading gently, Cheon Dohwa hunched her shoulders, face flushed. Just like a cat going limp the second you grab it by the scruff, all her protests vanished—she turned meek on the spot.

More than meek. She was leaking lewd little moans, clearly enjoying it.

And she kept rubbing her thighs together… wait.

A thin trail of wetness slid down her leg.

Wow. Just kneading her nape was enough to turn her on this much—look at that pussy juice running.

An erogenous zone really was an erogenous zone. Stacked on top of the massage effects, even mindless kneading was enough to make her feel it.

"Hhit, euhng… ahng…"

I watched Cheon Dohwa purr contentedly for a moment longer, then finally let go of her nape.

And delivered the final notice.

"Then I'll see you next Friday. Oh—are you leaving without a shower?"

"Haah, euh… I-I'll do it at home."

"Ah, I see. Well, if that's what you want. Get dressed and come to the office—I'll give you my number. If a free slot opens up, I'll let you know."

"…Tch. Fine. But…"

"Yes?"

"Just a little more of what you just did. Even one more minute…"

"No. Come next week. I already gave you nearly twenty minutes of free service today."

"Khh…"

At my firm refusal, Cheon Dohwa scowled again—but she didn't argue further. She got dressed.

And before she left the gym:

"See you next week, Director. Please do contact me if you get an opening."

Having perfectly reined in her emotions, she bid me a soft farewell in a tone not unlike the one she'd used when we first met.

Compared to her attitude right up until the massage began, it was clear she no longer had any intention of making an enemy of me.

Personally, I found that mental fortitude impressive.

"She said all that crap earlier, and now she's putting on a brazen face like nothing happened just because the massage felt good. Look at her."

That was a talent in its own right. If I'd been the one to spew those words, I wouldn't have the guts to set foot in here again.

Maybe she was swallowing her shame because she liked my massage that much—but from where I stood, it simply seemed to be Cheon Dohwa's nature.

This was going to be fun to torment.

I'd make her spread her legs and beg me for a massage the second she saw my face.

Judging by how things were going, she was definitely about to jump straight to Satisfaction Level 4—so next time, I'd just—

"I couldn't even push her up two stages?"

Don't tell me her pride was still bruised because I refused to bump the reservation?

Come on.

Prioritizing people who booked first was only natural. And she had the nerve to try buying her way past that?

Not that I actually had a packed schedule—I'd just put a gap in place to make her restless. But still.

Nothing to be done about it.

Next time, Cheon Dohwa's focused assault zone would be her ass.

The next day—Tuesday.

"Height that's perfect for taking her from behind… a simple shape that's easy to lift and move, something lightweight… yeah, this is the one."

I hadn't forgotten Cheon Dohwa's grumbling. The moment I got to the gym, I ordered a massage table.

Not a cheap piece of junk, but not one of those heavy things loaded with every option under the sun either.

"A massage table… yeah. Better to have one of those than laying out a mat every single time I go down on someone. That was a blind spot."

A massage table wouldn't soak up water, and if it got dirty you could just haul it into the shower and rinse it off—cleaning was easy. It was actually more portable than a floor mat, too.

It wasn't that I'd never heard of massage tables. I'd seen them constantly while learning sports massage.

So why hadn't I ordered one sooner?

Because putting a massage table smack in the middle of a dojo had seemed so absurdly out of place that my brain had automatically filtered the idea out.

But the gym already had a treadmill and a self-standing sandbag. Who knew what other equipment might show up next?

Thanks to Cheon Dohwa, I'd finally realized there was no need to be a slave to common sense.

"For transitioning naturally from a massage into sex… pussy massage or nutrient injection, the floor mat might still be more convenient."

Even so, having a massage table broadened my options.

I could bend someone over it and take them from behind. I could spread their legs on top of it and eat them out. On a floor mat, the height sometimes forced me into uncomfortable positions.

And once I started running the newly unlocked Secret H Class from the shop, it would come in handy then too.

"Speaking of which—Secret H Class… a sex class? Perfect. I blew all my points unlocking the diet massage, so it'll take a while to save up again, but…"

It didn't matter.

Even if I unlocked it right now, I had no intention of putting Jeong Yesol or Ha Yuna—both of whom could enroll immediately—into a secret class with only one slot.

I liked fucking Yuna ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠while treating her cute the way I already did. And as for Yesol…

"It's getting ahead of myself, but I might actually end up dating her. Sex practice feels wrong for that. If we're doing it, it should be the real thing."

Which meant my first planned enrollee was—

"Definitely Yena."

My mind could always change, but for now, it was Yena.

This Secret H Class had absurd synergy with the Out-of-gym Lesson I'd unlocked last time.

"When Jaemin's around, I give her a pussy massage and a nutrient injection right in front of him. When Jaemin's not around, we have sex class on the bed they share… holy shit…!"

Just imagining it made my cock go rock-hard—pre-cum and all.

Caresses and sex under Secret H Class weren't massage. It was actual sex. Under the pretext of practice, of course.

In Jaemin and Yena's nest. In their private room. On their private bed.

If Yena and I pleasured each other, if we had sex—if I told her to think of me as her husband for the sake of realistic practice, and she sweetly called my name while spreading her legs—

My cock throbbed hard.

Ten rounds?

Hell, I was confident I could go twenty.

I needed to grind hard for points with that day in mind.

I still had three women who hadn't hit max Education Satisfaction yet, so it wouldn't take that long. And if I cleared any achievements or quests along the way, I'd pick up more points from those too.

"Alright. Time to get to work and make our members' pussies nice and wet!"

With that vigorous resolution, I finished ordering the massage table, settled comfortably into the office chair, and started fiddling with my smartphone.

Time to answer my lovely members' texts.

First up—Yuna, whose message count kept climbing by the day.

Hmm. Fried chicken.

I liked it well enough, but eating it meant having to train harder afterward, so I usually avoided it…

However.

Our Yuna needed my help. How could I possibly refuse?

Even now that we'd switched to casual speech with each other, Yuna's energy was still higher over text than in real life. Looking at her messages, I smiled warmly.

We kept chatting until she had to go start her stream.

Next up—

Yena was clearly looking forward to coming to the gym on Thursday—and thoughtfully offering to bring side dishes on top of it. Her bright, cheerful texts made me smile.

Third—

As if on cue, a message arrived from Jeong Yesol as well.

Her messages, steeped in polite formality, paused there for a moment—

Then about three minutes later, more arrived.

Ahem.

The way she so quickly, so deliberately clarified that the friend she'd eaten with was a female classmate…

Honestly, it was the kind of thing that invited a real misunderstanding—or maybe it wasn't a misunderstanding at all.

Those were the kinds of fluttery, slightly charged texts we exchanged. Compared to chatting with Yuna, there was more formality and distance between us—but that distance itself gave everything a teasing, ticklish quality.

I bantered with Jeong Yesol like that for nearly thirty minutes.

Only then did I finally set my phone down.

"Whew… my fingers are sore."

It was the first time I'd texted for that long straight, and my fingers actually ached. But texting with beautiful women—even when it wore you out—was still a happy kind of exhaustion.

The problem was, once I was done, I had nothing left to do.

"Maybe I should just go home and rest."

I had no reserved members, and I'd half-hoped Yuna might casually drop by for a massage now that we were closer—but from her texts, it was clear she couldn't make it today.

So I was debating whether to just head home when—

Bzzzzt…

My phone buzzed again.

Wondering if someone had texted a second time, I checked immediately—and found a message from an unknown number.

Normally I ignored unregistered numbers and blocked them on the spot.

But this text—

—came with a phrase calling me adorable, plus a steamy selfie attached.

There was absolutely no way I could ignore it.