18. Massage Practice
"Hoo... this is tough."
My mother, who had passed out, still hadn't come to by the time we got home. I barely managed to wash her off and tuck her into bed. Since I'd pushed her body way beyond its limits with climax after climax, she was completely wiped out, leaving all the cleanup to me.
"Good thing tomorrow's a day off at the company."
In her current state, she might struggle even tomorrow, so I'd deliberately timed the exposure training for her day off.
"Nngh... guess I need to be more careful from now on."
It had been fun—really fun—but it was definitely a bit risky. I'd chosen a park with few streetlights where people rarely wandered at night, but we still ran into those women.
"After drinking, I gotta stay sharp."
I hadn't drunk much, but the buzz had made me bolder than usual with the training. Letting those women catch us on purpose? Yeah, that was partly the alcohol talking. They were women, so I felt safe getting spotted, but it was still reckless.
If they'd been guys... that could've been dangerous.
Of course, if it had been men, I'd have hidden somehow and slipped away. But being drunk enough that I might not pull it off? That's a huge problem. I'm basically sober now, but I've never held my liquor well—even a little gets me tipsy. Gotta watch that, I thought to myself.
"Time for me to crash too."
Mom has tomorrow off, but I've got school. Plus, there's practice, so if I don't sleep soon, I won't be at my best.
I quickly prepped for school tomorrow and headed to Mom's room. There she was, sleeping oblivious to the world. Hard to believe this was the same woman who'd been squealing like a female pig just hours ago, reveling in her violation.
I slipped into bed beside her, and even in sleep, she snuggled right up to me.
"Son... my beloved... son..."
"Jeez... save that for when you're awake."
When she's up, she turns into female pig Mom around me. But in her dreams, she seems like my normal mother. I wondered what it'd be like to just be a regular mom and son... but I shoved the thought aside.
If we went back to normal now... that would be the real regret.
Even if her ruin desire faded and we could revert to a normal relationship, it's too late for that. We're both too deep in this dynamic to stop—and I don't want to.
I hugged her tight.
"Son♥"
Seeing her blissful smile, I drifted off too.
.................
"A bit tired... but I'll manage."
Morning came, and I woke to Mom's morning fellatio. She looked exhausted, but she fulfilled her female pig duties perfectly and even saw me off.
Should be fine since I ordered her to rest properly.
I'd commanded her to take it easy just in case she overdid it. By the time I got home tonight, she'd probably be back to normal.
A little fatigued, I headed to school, changed into practice clothes, and went to the massage room.
"Ughhh..."
"Told you to drink in moderation."
"I tried, but the seniors kept pouring..."
Soyoung looked rough from last night's binge.
"Lay off the booze for a while."
"I can't anyway..."
She'd stumbled home wasted, so her mom probably chewed her out and banned alcohol.
"You good for practice today?"
"Yeah... ugh... ah..."
She seemed shaky but could probably handle it... maybe.
Soyoung would manage on her own (?), so no worries there. Anyway, today's practice is key.
Our massage major isn't just theory—we get tons of hands-on experience. Normally, we'd pair up and massage each other, but that doesn't build real skills.
So instead, we take volunteers from the sports departments. Win-win: they loosen up their workout knots, we get diverse practice subjects.
Though now it's women only.
Early on, sports students of both genders signed up—mostly guys, actually. But problems arose. Biggest issue? Male erections. These hormone-fueled athletes couldn't help popping tents around our department's pretty girls. With practice twice a week, over 30 guys per session? The female students bailed.
Since the year before last, guys are banned—women only.
"Whoa... those dudes are at it again."
Glancing out the window, I saw buff male students protesting.
"Let male students join massage practice too!"
""""We want in! We want in! We want in!""""
They claim reverse discrimination every week, but it falls on deaf ears. Girls who know the story just glare in disgust as they pass, yet the guys hold firm.
"They're just doing it to get girls' attention..."
"Nah... probably not... right?"
I spotted a few guys smirking at the "eww" stares from women, but I looked away.
"Everyone here? Get ready—we're starting practice now."
Practice time neared, and the professor entered. Students moved to their stations.
Usually, we pair up for feedback and teamwork, but today—with an odd number—I'm solo.
Just like before regression.
Knowing this was coming, I waited casually for my subject.
"Ah..."
"Hey, senior."
My practice partner flinched at the sight of me, eyes wavering. Wild—for someone whose stoic face never cracks.
"Please take good care of me today."
I greeted Eunji senior, my massage subject.
Pre-regression, that reaction crushed me—I asked to switch.
It screamed "I hate this guy." But I know better now, so I played dumb.
"...You too."
"Yes, senior."
She snapped back to her usual blank expression and spoke curtly.
Today's swim team subjects lay on their designated massage beds, grinning eagerly. Free massages? Our department's a hit with sports students—that's why they crash our welcome parties too.
Everyone else is buzzing... except us.
Minus me, the room's all girls chattering away. But here, silence reigns between me and Eunji senior.
I know she doesn't hate me. Still, she avoids getting physically close. Her secret—known only to me—makes being near me tough. But I'm pretending ignorance for now.
"Wanna switch if you're uncomfortable?"
"...No need."
Not time to approach yet. I'd swap if she insisted, but she said fine.
From here, things diverge from what I remember.
Switching would've followed my old timeline. No switch? Uncharted territory.
Kinda thrilling...
Pre-regression, Eunji senior and I barely interacted till our breakup day. I just assumed she hated me—awkward, yeah. Soyoung's tight with her, that's our connection.
Soyoung flipped when I once asked if she was a lesbian.
Eunji senior's popular with girls, gets confessions galore. Soyoung wondered too... but no.
"Alright, focus on lower body today. Start practicing as taught."
"Let's begin."
"...Okay."
She hesitated, like pondering, then nodded and lay prone, face down.
Her usual self... except her ears were beet red.
Anyway, no stalling—I warmed my hands and gently placed them on her body.
Smooth...
"Eut!♥"
"Tell me if it hurts."
"F-Fine..."
Started with her insensitive calves, but she jolted—I nearly pulled back. Kept it casual, moved to her feet.
"Hold on... feet too?"
"Yeah, standard. Skip if you hate it."
"...Do it."
She wavered—embarrassed?—then relented and settled back down. Face hidden, but this shy side was new for her.
Knead, knead, knead...
I recalled techniques and got to work.
Like this here... and there...
Regression blurred some memories, so I focused hard. Lucky my middle-school self-study made it vivid.
Sports teams scouted me post-grad for this.
Massage elite, sorta. Didn't graduate or become one pre-regression—but now? Different story.
Lost in it after so long, I enjoyed myself. Second-year, but skills matched fourth-years—precise work.
And then...
Squiiiish...
"Hngggg!!♥♥♥"
...Oops. Got too into it.