Crashing the Yuri Scene is Standard!

Even with an injured leg, Han Jiwoo remained confident and haughty.

"So, where do you do it? Guide me."

Her ash-gray hair fluttering, she strode boldly inside and urged me to begin. Her face was scrunched up as if she expected nothing and found the very act of spending time here a waste.

Yet instead of annoyance, my heart raced at that attitude.

Just like in the dramas. I didn't expect her personality to match so closely.

It was amusing, as though the hysterical woman from the drama had stepped straight into reality. Besides, the confidence and composure granted by the app's abilities were far too great to be wounded by something so trivial.

"Ugh… Hyunwoo's skills are seriously amazing…!"

Instead, Chaerin, seated at the desk, was pouting. She had claimed to be a fan, so seeing me badmouthed must have upset her.

Well, a leisurely conversation seemed unlikely, so I decided to demonstrate my skills first.

"Since you appear busy, I'll guide you straight to the massage room. Jinseong can stay here. And beside him is Jinseong's older sister, correct?"

"Yes. I'm Park Jina."

"Will Jina be accompanying actress Jiwoo inside?"

"I'll go in with her. Jiwoo still has trouble moving on her own."

"Understood. Then both of you, this way please."

"Hyung! I'm counting on you!"

Leaving Park Jinseong in the lobby, I led the two women into the massage room beyond the soundproof wall.

"……."

"Whoa…"

Han Jiwoo kept her mouth shut while surveying the hallway and massage room, whereas Park Jina let out an exclamation. No matter how much one tried to belittle it, the interior's quality could not be denied. If the lobby alone was impressive, the inside was no less so.

After escorting them into massage room 1, I handed Han Jiwoo the string-bikini massage bottoms.

"Since you mentioned receiving only an ankle massage, please change into these bottoms. We use oil, and for proper treatment you must change."

"Do I really have to wear that?"

"Yes. You must change for the oil and treatment."

"Tsk, what a hassle…"

She clicked her tongue yet accepted the garment. To give her time to change, I stepped into the adjacent room for a moment.

When I returned shortly afterward—

"How is it?"

"It's cool. Still, I don't like showing it to that guy."

"He's a massage therapist, so it's fine. It suits you. It's been a while since I've seen you in something like this. Lately you only wear rash guards even on broadcasts."

"Why, do you want to see me in a bikini? Park Jina, you're so lewd."

"Ugh, lewd… Are you not going to look? Me in a bikini?"

"Why wouldn't I look? I'll book a private pool villa before filming starts, so wear it then. Don't even think about going alone."

Han Jiwoo, now wearing the sheer bikini-style massage bottoms, and Park Jina smiling beside her, chatted pleasantly. They seemed extremely close. I had heard they were good friends, yet my enhanced observation—honed by reading body lights—revealed the emotional lines in far greater detail. They appeared closer than mere friends.

They must be fucking close.

For me, that was a good thing. Like a 1+1 bonus. Park Jina was naturally a step below Han Jiwoo, but still a woman worth the effort—above Jeongah noona in quality.

With that thought, I scanned Han Jiwoo's body and a satisfied smile surfaced.

Slender legs, great figure, and a pretty pussy too. 95 points.

As expected of an actress. Her well-maintained lower body was flawless. Her pubic hair was neatly trimmed, and the color of her slightly parted pussy lips was lovely—nothing like someone who had been sleeping around. Though she was rude to me, the face she showed while smiling at Park Jina was truly beautiful. Beautiful enough to want for myself.

Han Jiwoo, who had been chatting animatedly with her friend, belatedly noticed me, wiped away her smile, and snapped, "If you're here, say something. Start already."

"Understood. Please sit on the massage bed. Jina, you may sit beside her and chat comfortably."

"Ah, yes."

Thanks to my consideration, the two women sat side by side on the massage ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠bed and resumed their conversation.

"Really? You want to eat that?"

"Jinseong said it's trending lately."

"Then let's go eat after we're done. Send your brother home after feeding him that, and you come over to our place."

Han Jiwoo acted as though she had zero expectations for my massage, ignoring me completely without so much as a glance. Of course, that indifference did not last long.

—Slap, slap.

With both hands coated in a generous amount of the mixed fatigue-recovery, aphrodisiac, and treatment oils from the bathroom basket—

—Press…

The instant I carefully grasped Han Jiwoo's foot and ankle with both hands—

"We saw that video last time… ngh…!"

It became impossible to ignore. Even as moans escaped her trembling body, my hands did not stop.

Her feet are pretty too. Makes me want to suck them.

As expected of an actress, even her toes and toenails were beautifully maintained. Since she had just washed before coming, there was no odor at all. When I gently stimulated the area around the ankle bone—where a black light shone—with my thumb, only then did Han Jiwoo acknowledge my presence.

"Huu… What, what are you…!"

"Yes? Is there a spot that's uncomfortable?"

"That's not it… ngh…!"

With a blush spreading across her pale face, she stared down at her foot held in my hands with startled eyes.

"Why, what's wrong, Jiwoo? Does it hurt?"

"No, no. It's ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠just more than I expected…"

"Jiwoo customer? May I continue?"

"…Do it. Continue."

From that moment on, Han Jiwoo stopped talking with Park Jina and began watching my massage intently.

—Press… knead…

"Ung, uung…"

Whether from pride or not, her eyebrows remained furrowed, yet soft moans still escaped her lips. I began to speak as well. She seemed ready to listen now.

"The area around the ankle bone must have been quite uncomfortable. Because you couldn't put proper weight on it while walking, your balance was thrown off, and your left foot and thigh became slightly uncomfortable as well, correct?"

"What… What the hell are you?"

"People often say I have a good eye. Of course, I also pride myself on my massage technique and skill being even better."

—Press hard…!

"Ahng…!"

Along with that plausible nonsense, I firmly pressed the spot where the faint red and blue lights of the erogenous zone overlapped. Han Jiwoo's face twisted further, yet it was clear she was feeling a pleasant coolness rather than discomfort. At the same time, the pink light that had been almost nonexistent began to glow faintly. Respecting the movement of that light, I gently caressed her foot while continuing the ankle treatment.

"Ngh…! Ung, haa…"

Her face flushed, her breathing heated.

"……."

Realizing Han Jiwoo was absorbed in the massage, Park Jina also fell silent and watched her friend with a slightly flushed face. This continued for roughly fifteen minutes.

"That's it. Jiwoo customer. Would you like to check your ankle?"

"Already… No, how long did I even do it for… to check… huh?"

She was about to complain, but then made a dumbfounded expression as though something had changed.

—Tap!

"Jiwoo! If you stand like that—"

"……It's healed."

"Huh?"

"How is this possible… The doctor said I'd need at least two more weeks…"

Shock quickly colored her voice.

"J-Jiwoo! If you move like that… it might just be that the pain decreased!"

"It's healed. I'm ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠sure."

Park Jina fussed and worried as she watched Han Jiwoo stand on the floor and rotate her ankle this way and that. But the injured person knows best what has happened to her own body. After staring blankly at her leg for a moment, Han Jiwoo soon looked at me with an incredulous expression. I lightly suggested, as if it were nothing.

"We still have some time left. Would you like a massage on the other foot and leg as well?"

***

—Knead, knead.

"Ngh… haa… ung…"

"I'll bend the knee slightly. I'll stimulate the inner thigh, so please relax your body…"

—Press hard…!

"Huu…!!"

—Squirt…!

When I gently pressed down on her firmly trained inner thigh, a bit of love juice splashed out from between her legs beneath the panties. The soaked fabric clung tightly, blatantly revealing the mound and outline of Han ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Jiwoo's pussy. The parted, twitching lips were captivating.

Want to taste it.

But going that far today would be difficult. Honestly, even undressing her wasn't easy—let alone unlocking her pussy and ass.

"????"

After making Han Jiwoo's pussy squirt love juice once more, I left her catching her breath in a dazed state and entered massage room 2.

"Ah, you're here."

Park Jina, who had been sitting on the bed looking at her phone, stood up. At her appearance before me, I naturally swallowed. Tasty, huh? The waist and navel revealed beneath the crop top, thighs slightly plumper than Han Jiwoo's—hence more appetizing—and the plump pussy flesh inside her panties drew my gaze. Thighs that would feel good to rub against, a pussy that seemed like it would deliciously suck a cock.

"Did Jiwoo's massage end well?"

"Of course. She's resting now."

"Thank you. And I'm sorry. Jiwoo is a bit sensitive because she got injured right before filming… I'll apologize on her behalf."

Her bowing to apologize for her friend's rudeness also scored high points.

"No, it's fine. The drama she appeared in last time was so successful, it's understandable."

"Oh, did you watch it by any chance?"

"Secret Meeting? Of course. I became Jiwoo's fan after watching that. You won't get angry if I ask for an autograph before you leave, right?"

"Absolutely not. She'll definitely be happy. By the way, thank you so much for treating Jiwoo's ankle. I was really worried about that too."

"Haha, it's nothing."

Unlike the previous room, a friendly conversation flowed. Her kind and innocent appearance was exactly the type of woman I liked. Friends usually gather with similar people, yet how had she become close with Han Jiwoo—well, Hamin and Seokho also became close with a guy like me, so anything was possible.

Around the time the atmosphere had loosened, Park Jina pointed to the massage bed and asked, "Then should I lie down on the bed like Jiwoo?"

"No. Before that, first—"

—Ring ring!

"I'm sorry. Just a moment."

Just as I was about to ask her to change her top as well—since I wanted to see her breasts—my phone notification rang. I excused myself and immediately picked up the phone.

"……??"

And I doubted my eyes.