Auntie's Unwholesome Massage (1)

Lunchtime.

An uncomfortable silence hung over the table I shared with my aunt's family.

First, there was Cha Ji-yeon, the older of the two sisters. She'd never been what you'd call pleasant to begin with, but after the dirty little trick I'd pulled on her that morning, she was in an especially foul mood. Even while she ate, she radiated an aura that said, Touch me and I'll bite. ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠I didn't say a word to her. No point getting bitten for nothing.

Then there was Cha Se-yeon, the younger sister. Normally she was the cheerful one, the family's mood-maker, but today she was strangely quiet. Same reason as her sister — she'd been on the receiving end of my little prank that morning, and now she was too embarrassed to function. She wouldn't even glance in my direction. She just kept her face buried toward the table and ate in silence.

And then there was their mother — my aunt. She hadn't been subjected to anything embarrassing from me. Not yet. But she was going to be, and the process of getting there was eating her alive. There was nothing in it for me, taking in my aunt and her daughters. Expenses would climb. My space would be invaded. Ji-yeon was a ball of nerves, and Se-yeon acted like a child. So there was always the chance I might change my mind and throw them all out. That thought was what had my aunt groaning even now.

The silence at the table only made her anxiety worse. She kept glancing at her daughters, hoping one of them would lighten the mood — but both of them had their heads full of their own complications. My aunt still wasn't eating. She just kept watching my face, searching for any sign of what I was thinking.

And last of all, me. I was staying quiet on purpose. Just keeping my mouth shut was enough to put the pressure on her. Neither of the sisters wanted to talk to me either, so silence was the only thing filling the table. My aunt looked like she couldn't take it anymore.

"W-Woo-jin, eat up. The braised short ribs came out really well."

"Yes."

Lunch was braised short ribs, made from the beef that had been sitting in the freezer. The meat had been in there so long I couldn't even remember when I'd bought it, but it seemed to be in decent enough shape. The taste was passable.

"D-Does it not suit your taste?"

When I just picked at my food instead of eating properly, my aunt started watching me nervously.

"It's not that. I just don't have much of an appetite today."

My indifferent reply made her even more restless. And from beside her, Cha Ji-yeon piled on.

"Of course you don't. You're probably already full without eating."

"J-Ji-yeon."

Her eldest daughter's snide remark only made my aunt more agitated.

"Haa..."

The fact that Ji-yeon and I weren't getting along was a headache. I let out a sigh, making sure the atmosphere conveyed exactly that. My aunt looked even more desperate.

"Thanks for the meal..."

Meanwhile, the first one to finish eating was Se-yeon, the youngest. She'd been eating in complete silence, and she had the smallest appetite to begin with. I casually called out to her, pretending I didn't know a thing.

"Se-yeon. You washed your hands thoroughly after... that, right?"

My aunt and Ji-yeon wouldn't know what I meant. But Se-yeon and I understood each other perfectly. After that — meaning after she'd masturbated in front of me. She'd been rubbing herself vigorously with those same hands, so she absolutely needed to wash them before eating.

"I-I don't know! Oppa's an idiot!"

Her face went bright red, and she fled to her room.

"Se-yeon!"

Watching that, my aunt was thrown into another panic. The youngest daughter had been the one ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠she could still count on. Now even Se-yeon was acting like this toward me — it must have been killing her.

"Hah, even Se-yeon... I'm sorry, Woo-jin. The kids..."

"It's fine, Auntie."

"Why do you think? Lee Woo-jin probably did something perverted again."

"Hey! Ji-yeon!"

As expected, Cha Ji-yeon nuna was as sharp-tongued as ever today. Her instincts really were something else.

"Sheesh..."

I just shook my head. The only one who had no idea what was going on was my aunt, and she looked completely lost.

"Woo-jin, it's Auntie. Can I come in?"

"Yes. Come in."

My aunt came to ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠my room. A little earlier than yesterday. She'd been fretting by herself until she couldn't take it anymore and came early.

When she opened the door, her clothes were different from what I'd seen her in earlier. A lighter indoor outfit — casual loungewear. It was so ordinary it was almost boring.

"You changed. Did the delivery already arrive?"

"Ah, sorry. I opened it without saying anything."

"It's fine. But the clothes..."

I looked her up and down, openly. My aunt averted her eyes, embarrassed.

Even in cheap mass-produced clothes, her beauty didn't take a hit. The thinner fabric actually showed more of her figure, which was an improvement in some ways. But I couldn't ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠shake the feeling that it was far too modest. The aunt I liked had always been the elegant, high-class lady type.

"You bought cheap ones, I see."

"Yeah... a little... I don't really go out much anyway. I just got something decent."

She was probably trying to save my money, but that wasn't what I wanted. I wanted my aunt and cousins to look as pretty as possible even around the house.

"You should still buy nice clothes. I'm fine with it, so don't feel guilty about spending. It bothers me, seeing you and the girls looking shabby at home."

This, at least, I meant sincerely. But my aunt didn't seem to be taking it seriously.

"Yeah... I will..."

She probably thought I was just saying the right thing. I couldn't exactly tell her my real reasons, which made it rather inconvenient.

"Um, Se-yeon asked you to buy her a computer, didn't she?"

My aunt brought it up carefully.

"Ah. Yes. So she already told you."

"I'm sorry. The kids have no sense..."

"It's nothing. She's trying to earn money on her own. I think that's admirable, actually."

Even after I said that, my aunt still didn't know what to do with herself. The mother was buying cheap clothes to save a few dozen dollars, while her daughter was asking for a PC that cost thousands. Of course she was frustrated. Se-yeon's plan to make money as a VTuber wasn't earning any credibility either. Well, I felt the same way, honestly.

"And it wasn't just Se-yeon. Ji-yeon nuna asked me for something too."

"What? Ji-yeon too?"

"Yes. A laptop. She said she wants to write novels and make money."

I said it with a smile, and my aunt pressed a hand to her forehead.

"Ah... I can't live like this..."

Wanting to make money writing novels when she'd never even written one. It must have sounded like complete fantasy to my aunt's ears. Of course, I felt the same way.

"Don't be too hard on her. Ji-yeon nuna will do well. I'd be proud if a famous author came out of the family."

"That girl... ahh..."

My aunt kept sighing. She'd probably thought Ji-yeon, at least, had some sense. The future must have looked pretty bleak to her.

"I'm sorry, Woo-jin. They've all got their heads in the clouds..."

"It's really fine. The fact that the kids want to try something is impressive. The adults are the ones who made the mistakes."

"......"

My aunt's face hardened at my words.

The adults made the mistakes. And yet the kids are trying to do something. And my aunt? She wasn't doing anything.

Of course, I said it with a smile, as if I meant nothing by it. But it would have sounded different to her. It was also true that there wasn't much she could do. But even her will to try something was weaker than her daughters'. So shouldn't you try something too, Auntie?

"W-Woo-jin. How was the massage yesterday?"

"Ah, it was good, Auntie. My body felt a lot lighter this morning."

"Really? That's a relief..."

The only things my aunt did were simple housework and massaging me. Which was why she visibly relaxed when I said the massage had been good.

"Th-Then shall we start now? The massage."

"Already? I don't mind, though."

"Then let's do it a little early. Auntie will be extra thorough today."

Extra thorough, huh. That was exactly what I wanted.

I stripped down again until I was in just my underwear. My aunt was clearly more conscious of me than yesterday. There was a different kind of hesitation in the way she looked at my body. She was planning to do something soon. Was I allowed to get my hopes up?

"I'll be in your care."

I lay face-down on the bed in my underwear, just like yesterday.

"Does anything hurt? Anywhere uncomfortable?"

"No. I think I'm fine right now."

"Okay..."

My aunt climbed onto the bed after me.

"If anything hurts or feels wrong, tell me right away."

"Yes."

And then she started massaging me, beginning with my back. Her soft hands worked over my body — back, shoulders, neck, sides, arms. Thoroughly, with care. She was pressing her palm-prints into my skin.

"Hoo..."

Today she barely spoke while she massaged. She'd learned from yesterday. Talk too much and she might slip up again. So she'd decided to keep her mouth shut and focus on the massage.

"Your body feels a lot softer than yesterday, Woo-jin."

"Must be because of the massage you gave me yesterday, Auntie."

"Maybe. I wouldn't know."

Even so, she didn't miss the chance to subtly promote herself. Her own little bit of gaslighting, perhaps — trying to make me feel like her massages were improving my body.

"Whew. Can you turn over for me?"

At last, the back massage was done. I rolled over as she asked, and sure enough — there it was again, standing at full attention, pointing at the ceiling.

"Mmm..."

Looking at my lower half, straining so hard it looked ready to punch through my underwear, my aunt quietly swallowed. She was probably running simulations in her head. How to phrase this naturally. How to make it easy for me to accept.

"Um, Woo-jin."

"...Yes."

"Don't take this the wrong way, okay? Auntie..."

She glanced at my underwear.

"I thought you might be uncomfortable. If it's okay with you, I was thinking I could massage this side too."

"Massage..."

A massage, huh. Well, it was a kind of massage, I supposed. I had to fight hard not to laugh.

"Y-Yeah. A massage. I don't mean anything weird by it, it's just... I looked it up, and they say if you stay erect for too long, it can cause problems. Prostate issues and things like that."

"Ah... yes..."

So that's the angle she went with. It was common knowledge among men, actually. Staying hard for too long wasn't good for you.

"So they say you should, you know, take care of it rather than holding it in too long. But right now the kids are around, so it might be awkward for you to do it yourself, right? Ah, or maybe not? Haha..."

Can't do it because the kids are around. That was another statement that could become a weakness for her. Which was why she quickly mumbled her way past it after saying it herself.

"O-Of course, if you don't want to, um, Auntie can step out and give you some privacy so you can do it yourself? Or if you're okay with it, Auntie can help... and if that's a bit much, we can just stick with the regular massage. Whatever you're comfortable with."

My aunt chose her words carefully. She was clearly putting a lot of effort into making this as easy as possible for me to accept. I decided to play along with the mood. I made a show of being a little embarrassed as I spoke to her.

"Um... then, Auntie... could I ask you to...?"

"Ah, th-then. Leave it to Auntie. I mean, Auntie's still, um, experienced, right? I've been married, and I had two kids."

"Yes..."

Then she fanned her face with her hand, looking embarrassed.

"Oh, listen to me. Honestly, Auntie hasn't really done this kind of thing much, so it's a little embarrassing."

"Is that so? What about with Uncle?"

I asked on purpose. About her experience with my uncle. But she didn't give me a proper answer.

"W-Well? With your uncle, um, it was just... you know. Ahaha..."

Of course she wouldn't want to answer that. A shame, but there was nothing I could do about it.

"Then, uh... the underwear too..."

"Should Auntie take them off?"

"Ah. Yes. Then..."

"If you're really embarrassed, you can close your eyes, Woo-jin. Think about something else. Okay?"

And with that, my aunt pulled down my underwear as if it were nothing.

And then.

"Hhk......"

It sprang free with a force that practically begged for a sound effect — twang! — as my cock burst from my underwear.

Coming face to face with it, my aunt's eyes flew wide and she sucked in a sharp breath.