What She Desires
Even after being rejected so thoroughly, my persistence in offering the massage once more left the owner with a stunned expression.
But soon enough—
“…Pfft.”
She burst into laughter. That smiling face made my heart race. It felt like the aloof cat that had never spared me a glance had finally looked my way. Or perhaps like the blunt girl I’d been flirting with had finally smiled at me.
Either way, her reaction was overwhelmingly positive. And as expected, she couldn’t quite refuse when I offered the massage in return for her kindness. With a faint smile, she nodded.
“It feels like I’m the only one getting something good out of this… but I’ll take you up on it. Yuri’s been singing your praises every single day, so I’ve been curious anyway.”
Her words were casual, but the pink glow remained quiet. In truth, she held no great expectations or curiosity about my massage.
“Whew… Thank you for allowing it. Watching your hands get overworked made me feel bad. Pulling shots all day like that has to take a toll.”
“It does get tiring after a full day. Well then… should I give you this hand?”
“Yes.”
As I positioned myself in front of her, Seo Yoon-ah hesitated for a moment before extending her hand. That was when I noticed something else.
‘She’s uncomfortable with physical contact?’
She didn’t seem eager to entrust her body to others. Even something as simple as her hand. Maybe this, too, stemmed from Seo Tae-jin. Judging by his behavior and the things I’d heard earlier, he hadn’t been a decent father for a long time.
Without letting it show, I carefully took her hand, determined not to waste the opportunity I’d been given.
—Squeeze.
Despite the height of summer, her hand felt slightly cool. The skin was a little rough yet still soft, with faint calluses here and there. Blue lights shimmered in spots across her palm.
“……”
Somehow, finally holding this hand filled me with emotion. I stayed still for a moment, simply cradling her small hand, and a faint light flickered in Seo Yoon-ah’s eyes. Her gaze drifted downward.
Following her line of sight, I began to move my hands slowly. Starting from the center of her palm, I traced the blue lights with gentle pressure.
“Ah…”
A soft gasp escaped her. Every time I applied pressure—
—Press, press…
—her hand twitched and trembled. Her muscles weren’t heavily fatigued, so the blue lights faded quickly. In their place, pink light bloomed.
“…It’s warm.”
Seo Yoon-ah murmured in a small voice. The massage ended in under five minutes. After that, I was really just playing with her hands, but she clearly wanted more.
“If you like it, would you like me to do somewhere else as well, owner?”
I tried suggesting it subtly, but she shook her head.
“No. Could you do my left hand instead of somewhere else?”
“Of course. Here, give it to me.”
It was disappointing, but I didn’t let it show. At least she seemed to enjoy my massage. I released her right hand and began working on the left. Since most café work burdened the dominant hand, the left-hand massage took only two minutes. But the meaningless kneading that followed stretched on for nearly twenty.
“……”
She sat there in a daze, her face utterly relaxed as she quietly received my touch. The pink glow on her hands remained steady. She still wanted more. This wasn’t bad, but I wished we could move things along a little further—
Just then, a pink light appeared at the crown of her slightly flushed head.
‘…She wants me to pat her?’
The moment I saw it, I reached out as if entranced. There was no need to hesitate. I already knew it would be fine. Every piece of information my eyes could see told me so.
—Pat… stroke, stroke…
“……!”
When my hand touched her head and moved gently, Seo Yoon-ah’s lips parted slightly and her eyes widened. I smiled at how adorable it looked and kept stroking her hair, as if praising a child.
“……”
She didn’t say a word about my sudden action. She simply lowered her head a fraction, her face a little redder, as though asking for more. One hand still receiving the massage, the other being gently petted. We spent nearly thirty minutes like that, as if we were the only two people in the world.
And then—
“I feel like I’ve kept you too long. Is this really enough?”
“I’m charging the standard rate. It did take a while longer… but if you’re relaxed, that’s good enough for me.”
“Yeah. The massage felt amazing, and it was… such a peaceful time. I regret not getting one sooner. So, um…”
“Yes?”
“Could I ask you again tomorrow? I’m sorry for refusing so many times before and only asking now…”
“I’d be happy to! Just say the word whenever. If you ever want a different kind of massage, I’ll prioritize you above anyone else.”
“Thank you. See you tomorrow.”
Seo Yoon-ah wanted more. It was only natural, yet I’d been a little anxious given how firmly she’d rejected me until now. Thankfully, things had worked out.
***
The next day, Tuesday.
“Come on in, both of you.”
After handling the lunch rush at Jangdam, I arrived at the café with Yuri. Seo Yoon-ah greeted us as usual, but her expression and tone were noticeably softer than before. Once the peak hours passed and the shop quieted down—
“Yuri, could I borrow Hyunwoo for a bit?”
“Oppa? Sure… Ah! Hehe… Owner, didn’t I tell you? Once you get one of Oppa’s massages, you’ll be hooked!”
“You’re right. I should’ve listened to you sooner.”
“I never lend Oppa to other girls, but since it’s you, I’ll make an exception! Use him carefully and give him back, okay?”
“Got it. Hyunwoo, are you free right now?”
“Yes. Let’s go.”
After getting Yuri’s permission first, she led me into the office. To receive a massage.
“Should I do it the same as yesterday? Just your hands?”
“Yeah. Like yesterday, please.”
Following her wishes, I massaged her hands just like the day before. Her muscles were already loosened from yesterday, so there wasn’t much left to do. It was basically just skinship—gently kneading her palms. At some point, her body curled inward slightly.
“……”
She couldn’t bring herself to ask directly, so she simply lowered her head in silence. Of course, the pink light made it perfectly clear what she wanted.
—Stroke, stroke…
Without saying anything either, I patted her head as if I already knew. Her lips curved upward in pleasure. Another twenty minutes passed like that.
“Thanks. When it’s seven, take a break with Yuri. Evening customers have been slow lately, so I can handle things alone.”
She looked a little disappointed that today’s session had been shorter, but she spoke as if nothing had happened. Was she really only here for this? It was kind of fun, like taming a cat…
Later, as nine o’clock approached and closing time drew near—
—Glance, glance.
Her “charge” must have run low. Seo Yoon-ah began stealing glances at me, pink light glowing on both her hands and head. It was a little ridiculous, but once our shift ended, I sent Yuri home first.
“I can wait nearby if it won’t take long.”
“No, go on ahead. Change into that lingerie we bought together and wait for me. The second I walk in, I’m going to pounce on you like a dog.”
“……!! I’ll go get ready right away!”
Yuri left with a bright smile. Once she was gone, I casually brought it up to the owner.
“You looked a little disappointed earlier because it was short, right? Want another massage?”
“…Should I? If you have time, I’d like that.”
“Of course.”
After that, I gave her another forty minutes of massage and head pats. And this pattern repeated exactly the same way the next day, Wednesday.
***
“Hehehehe…”
“You like staying over, huh?”
“I love it! Should we just live together like this?”
“Let me think about that. For cohabitation, your cooking skills are… ahem.”
“Hey! I told you that was an accident! I’m actually good at cooking, you know?!”
“Haha. I know, I know.”
“What’s with that dry ‘haha’? You don’t sound convinced at all. Fine, I’ll make you a late-night snack right now…!”
“Forget the snack. How about you suck my cock instead? We’re naked and cuddling, and I can’t hold back anymore. Let’s do it once before we sleep.”
“Geez… I guess I have no choice. Cock and sex come before cooking anyway… Nom♡”
Wednesday night. I’d come to Yuri’s place again. Since both Soo-yeon and my mother-in-law said they couldn’t make it Thursday morning, I’d decided to stay one more night. While gently stroking Yuri’s head as she crawled down and took me into her mouth, I recalled what had happened today.
It had been her last shift, but there were no tearful goodbyes. Her farewell had been simple and straightforward. She simply received the massage and smiled quietly.
Customer: Seo Yoon-ah
Satisfaction: 100% | Arousal: 24%
Satisfaction was, as always, 100%. The low arousal level was expected—there were no erogenous zones on her hands. Arousal was what mattered more. She’d taken down the shop’s location and number, saying she’d book an appointment, so there would be more chances going forward… The problem was that she’d probably only ask for hand massages even at the shop, complete with head pats.
‘I didn’t expect it to go this way.’
I’d predicted she’d keep coming once I broke through her walls even once. But the fact that she only wanted hand massages was unexpected. I’d noticed some tightness in her shoulders and thighs and kept suggesting more, but she insisted her hands were enough.
‘It feels like some kind of affection deficit. Makes sense, considering her dad is someone like Seo Tae-jin.’
On top of that, a childlike air had begun to seep through—an unspoken desire for praise. It was absurd compared to the usual image of the owner, but after spending hours holding her hand and patting her head for three days straight, it felt natural.
Knowing that didn’t mean I knew what to do about it yet. Should I wait until she became a regular through sheer number of visits? It would be easier if I could check her inner thoughts somehow. Hmm… Well, it’ll work out eventually.
“Slurp, lick… pop, pop…”
Enjoying Yuri’s tongue gently lapping at my tip, I pushed the complicated thoughts aside. It was only a matter of time before she’d let me massage other places too. Just then—
—Vrrrrrr…
A call came from the owner. Barely an hour had passed since we’d said goodbye at the café. What could it be?
“Yuri, I need to take this for a second.”
“Mmph… lick…♡”
—Beep!
“Hello? Owner?”
—Sorry for calling so late. Do you have a moment to talk?
“Yes, of course. What’s going on?”
—I forgot to ask earlier… Could you tell me what time your massage shop opens?
“Hmm… It varies. Sometimes I open early if I have appointments, sometimes later. It’s completely by reservation, so if it’s just you, I’d open even at dawn.”
—Then… would tomorrow at eight—no, seven-thirty—work? If it does, I’d like to stop by.
“……Of course!”
Honestly, going to the shop at that hour was a hassle, but I couldn’t refuse when Seo Yoon-ah was calling this late just to come in. If I couldn’t strip her down right away, racking up more visits was still important.
—Thank you. I’ll head over at the right time tomorrow.
“Yes. See you tomorrow.”
—Click.
Whew… Starting the day by kneading the owner’s hands. Well, it wasn’t bad.
“Suck… Are you going to work in the morning, Oppa?”
“Yeah. The owner said she’d come then. If we leave around 6:50 from here, we should make it before 7:30.”
“That timing should be fine. Should I come with you? Getting one of your massages in the morning would leave me feeling amazing all day.”
“You’re weak in the mornings. Let’s see how you feel when you wake up and decide then. If you’re tired, just rest.”
“How could I let you go alone! I’ll get up too!”
“Alright, alright. Fighting. Now finish sucking my cock.”
“Okay~ Glomp♡”
With that cute reply, Yuri took me into her mouth again. And when the day changed to Thursday morning—
“Hnn… Oppa…”
“Sleepy?”
“You kept me up past three… I’m tired…”
“Go back to sleep. I’ll call you later.”
“M’kay…”
—Kiss…
“Have a safe trip…”
As expected, Yuri couldn’t come with me. She’d only gotten three hours of sleep, but it probably would’ve been the same even if she’d slept six. Still, seeing her in nothing but one of my dress shirts from yesterday—looking like a newlywed wife—send me off with a kiss was more than enough. She really was adorable.
***
I arrived at the shop around 7:20. Seo Yoon-ah was already waiting out front, having arrived at almost the same time.
“What’s this? You’re early.”
“Sorry for making you come at this hour because of me.”
“If a customer wants it, what does the time matter? I’ll come running whenever.”
“Customer… That feels new. I thought you’d always call me ‘owner.’”
“Honestly, calling you ‘customer’ feels weird even to me. I’ll just keep calling you owner from now on.”
“Yeah. Call me whatever’s comfortable.”
We chatted as we headed inside together.
“…It’s impressive.”
Seo Yoon-ah was surprised by the neat lobby of Jangdam, though she didn’t react too strongly. She just looked around with wide eyes. Since there wasn’t time to give a full tour, we started the massage right away. There was no need to change clothes, so we simply sat facing each other in the consultation room.
—Press, press… stroke…
Just like the past few days, Seo Yoon-ah quietly enjoyed my touch. Her eyes half-closed, the corners of her lips gently lifted.
“……”
She received the massage in silence. I kept my mouth shut too, simply moving my hands for about thirty minutes. Then, suddenly, Seo Tae-jin’s ugly behavior from the other day came to mind. How Seo Yoon-ah had dealt so firmly with rude customers at the café, yet couldn’t bring herself to act against him because they were blood-related. How her hands had trembled slightly even while receiving the massage. How she’d looked so happy under my warm touch and gentle head pats. The thoughts I’d had about her yesterday. All of it surfaced one by one in the quiet shop.
“…Owner.”
The words left my mouth before I realized it.
“You’re doing great. Plenty of places go under within three months, but your café’s been running smoothly for over a year, and you manage your part-timers well too. You’re really amazing.”
It was a bit out of nowhere.
“So even if some weirdo says something unnecessary, just ignore it and keep doing what you’re doing. No matter what anyone says, you’re the best owner to me and the part-timers.”
It wasn’t exactly a polished compliment. Just words spoken quietly while sharing warmth through our hands and gently stroking her hair. I worried she might think, “What the hell is he saying?” and met her eyes.
“……”
Seo Yoon-ah stared at me with wide eyes, her expression blank. And then—
—Drip.
A single tear rolled down her cheek.