Chapter 19
Chapter 19
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 19
Chapter Title: The Frustrated Housewife Yields to the Younger Masseur's Touch
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Today was the day Ji Suyeon would receive another massage from Jang Hyunwoo.
From that skilled young man, a friend of her brother-in-law, who loosened her muscles more refreshingly than any shop or clinic ever could.
'He just finished his part-time job, and here I am booking a massage so late... I feel so bad about this.'
She'd been swamped with housework over the weekend, so this was the earliest she could squeeze it in. Unfortunately, the timing didn't quite align.
But Hyunwoo's friend had kindly accommodated her late request. Feeling guilty, she'd considered postponing, but in the end, she'd gritted her teeth and asked anyway.
'My shoulders are starting to knot up again. I want it so bad.'
Now that she knew that sense of liberation, there was no way she could let it go.
Just one session, and she was already hooked.
And this time, it wasn't just her shoulders—she planned to ask for a breast massage too.
Those massive breasts that tormented her as much as her shoulders did.
From childhood, they'd drawn lecherous stares from men everywhere, but to Ji Suyeon, they were nothing but a burden.
'They're so big they hurt my shoulders, and the one husband who should appreciate them couldn't care less...'
To be precise, it wasn't a lack of interest in her breasts—it was a lack of interest in bedroom matters altogether.
Her husband, Moon Jeongho, was an elite researcher at a major corporation. He was handsome, kind, came from a good family, and their home life was harmonious. A great guy, all around.
But he was also a hopeless workaholic.
Early in their dating days and honeymoon phase, he'd spent plenty of time with her. But once things stabilized, he started glued to the office more and more.
Of course, she'd fallen for that very diligence—the way he never wavered—and that's what led her to date him and eventually marry.
But still...
'If only he'd pay a little more attention to me...'
Her nights were lonely.
Ji Suyeon had attended an all-girls middle school, high school, and university, meeting her husband through a blind date. She'd always had a normal level of sexual desire, just like anyone else.
But Moon Jeongho had been less interested in sex than most guys even back when they were dating. After marriage, it got worse—practically sexless now.
Her libido only grew stronger with each passing year, leaving her tossing and turning every night, secretly rubbing between her legs. The complete opposite of him.
'But begging Jeongho for it would be way too embarrassing.'
With her personality, demanding sex from her husband was next to impossible.
It felt shameful, embarrassing, mortifying for a woman to voice such desires.
And on top of that, her shoulders ached worse, her chest muscles throbbed, and now even her legs felt stiff... Stress piling up from every angle.
'Thank goodness Seokho introduced me to Hyunwoo.'
Jang Hyunwoo was practically her savior.
His massages on her shoulders and limbs felt so incredibly good.
In the end, she'd even exchanged numbers with him.
No matter that he was her brother-in-law's friend—this was the first time in her life she'd ever actively gotten another man's contact info.
But she had no choice. That weekend had been the most comfortable her body had ever felt. Like finally setting down the heavy load she'd carried on her shoulders for 28 years.
Women varied, of course, but she couldn't help wondering if men always lived this carefree. A twinge of envy crept in.
'It'll tense up again soon, though. Better get it done quick.'
She pushed everything else aside to clear her schedule as fast as possible.
Thanks to that, she had an opening on Monday. She messaged Jang Hyunwoo to confirm the time, then asked her husband's permission.
"Jeongho, I'm heading out tonight for a massage from Seokho's friend."
"Oh, that guy from last time? Must've really impressed you."
"I thought Seokho was exaggerating, but he's seriously good. I've never felt this relaxed before."
"That good, huh? Makes me wanna try it. Go ahead. You've been suffering with those shoulders for ages."
"Thanks."
There was no reason he wouldn't approve. It was just a massage, after all.
The fact that the masseur was her brother-in-law's friend—a man—didn't matter. Neither she nor her husband minded.
And so, the Monday evening she'd been counting down to finally arrived.
Ji Suyeon got there 20 minutes early to avoid being late, waiting nearby.
Truth be told, she'd watched from a side alley as Hyunwoo, fresh off his shift, entered the house.
But she didn't call out. She waited.
'He needs a breather after work. I'll call in 30 minutes.'
When the time came, she dialed Jang Hyunwoo cautiously.
He bounded out right away, ushering her inside.
"Sorry to keep you waiting."
"No, no. You are the one working hard—finishing your shift and jumping straight into my massage. I feel awful."
"Nah, don't say that. Come on in."
He didn't seem annoyed at all, greeting her with a bright smile.
'Hyunwoo's such a good kid. Seokho's lucky with friends.'
Ji Suyeon felt warm inside.
He insisted not to worry since he was getting paid, but the fee was peanuts compared to his skill.
Practically a hobby, yet he treated her with such kindness. She was truly grateful.
That put her even more at ease as she followed his lead inside and changed.
A white short-sleeved top and shorts massage uniform.
The material was surprisingly high-quality. Far from cheap.
The oil he applied during the shoulder massage on the mat smelled great too. It made her skin tingle, heightening every sensation compared to last time.
In under five minutes, her shoulders felt like they might float away.
'How is it this good...? I could do this forever...'
She'd worried her memory might've idealized it, but those doubts vanished.
If anything, his skills had improved.
Hobby or not, had he studied more? After massaging under her arms, half the knotted chest muscles already felt loosened.
Ji Suyeon was already satisfied.
Even if it ended here, she'd nod in approval. Though it'd be a shame to lose this refreshing touch so soon.
Of course, it wasn't over.
"Mmm... Ahh... So good... Should've come to you sooner..."
"Can't be satisfied yet. Time for the breast massage—lie back on the mat?"
"Right... This is the important part. It's loosened a bit already, but... Please, Hyunwoo. Making this feel good has been my lifelong dream."
"Lifelong dream? I'll make it happen. Wish for something else now."
His confident words filled her with anticipation as she lay down.
And then.
—Splat!
"Whoa...!"
"Hahk..."
The moment Jang Hyunwoo's large, manly hand—allowed only by her husband before—grabbed her breast.
The warm palm pressing through the thin fabric.
'Why does this feel so... ngh! So incredible...?'
A lewd pleasure, beyond mere refreshment, surged through her body in an instant.
Ji Suyeon, who hid her overflowing desires behind a pure, modest facade.
Suddenly, a strange thought crossed her mind.
Hyunwoo was touching her breasts as a masseur, and she'd permitted it as his client.
But he was still a man.
A young one, the same age as her brother-in-law.
A vigorous young man gazing down at her with gleaming eyes, positioned between her legs...
'What am I thinking about Seokho's friend...? It's been too long since Jeongho and I...?'
She tried to shake off the foolish notion, but a small spark had already ignited in her chest.
Too stimulating a situation to dismiss as mere distraction.
Was it because this was the first time a man other than her husband touched her breasts?
Or that morning drama scene she'd seen recently, with the fitness trainer and the affair?
Or maybe because her husband hadn't soothed her heated married body in far too long?
She knew she shouldn't think of him as anything but a masseur, gender irrelevant.
Yet she couldn't stop fixating on the fact that he was a man.
A man who wasn't her husband, holding her breasts.
—Squeeze...!
Pulling at her nipple.
"Eek... Hah...! Ahhn♡!!!"
She couldn't hold back the sound.
This exquisite timing, the pleasure blending with naughty excitement and relief—it overwhelmed her.
'What do I do... This massage... It's too good...!'
The slight pain from her nipple morphed into arousal, fanning the spark.
But this was just the beginning.
—Knead, knead...!
"Ahk...! Hk, hngg...!!!"
His hands roughly kneaded her breasts, squishing them like clay toys from childhood.
Seeming mindless, yet his touch precisely targeted the knottiest, most sensitive spots with firm pressure.
'Feels so good... Hnng... A young guy doing this to my breasts...'
Maybe because it had been ages since sex, but the taboo thrill of a young male masseur working her chest added to it.
His dedicated massage continued.
—Squeeeze...! Streeetch!
"Oooht...!! Hahk......!"
He loosened the muscles between her collarbone and breasts, pinching and tugging her aroused nipples in between.
It had been so long... No, not just long.
'My nipples... Ahwk... Driving me crazy...!'
A storm of new pleasure set her whole body ablaze.
"Haaang...!"
—Tremble...!
In the end, Ji Suyeon shuddered, her tightly clenched thighs parting as sticky fluid leaked out.
Soaking the bottoms of her massage uniform.
But she had no time to care.
'Good... Haaang... Keep going... Harder... More...!'
Completely surrendered to the massage, she desperately hoped the pleasure wouldn't end.
She prayed this ecstatic treatment—releasing a lifetime of pent-up sexual frustration and pain—would go on.
Gasping, she voiced it.
"Ahk, ang, ahang...! H-Hyunwoo... More... More there...!"
"Got it. Keeping it going..."
—Ding!
"Already?"
Suddenly, Jang Hyunwoo muttered in surprise.
'N-No way... Is it over...?'
She trembled in anxiety, fearing the session had ended. Thankfully, no.
"Noona, mind if I take off your top? It's in the way."
"Hk... What...?"
—Rustle!
"Ah...!"
Before she could fully register, he'd slipped off her massage top.
Startled, but she didn't stop him. She even shifted to make it easier.
Honestly, the fabric had been getting in her way too.
Just a little.
'Showing this kid... my whole breasts...'
Her earlier indecent thoughts lingered.
Exposing her oil- and sweat-slicked breasts and hardened nipples to him... It was nothing for a masseur, yet it stirred a subtle excitement.
'What if... what if Hyunwoo gets the wrong idea about me...? N-No, he wouldn't... But if... ngh♡'
Lewd demons filled her head.
But naturally, Jang Hyunwoo showed no such concern.
"Alright, continuing. Relax your body—"
His professional focus, ignoring the client's breasts, was trustworthy... yet somehow disappointing.
—Knead!
"Haaang!"
He dove back in professionally. Without the fabric, his hands felt even more vivid.
Large, warm—far better than her husband's old touches.
Such manly hands fully gripped her breasts.
—Squeeeze! Swipe...
"Ahhaaang...♡ Ah, ahng..."
Firmly squeezing from the underbreast, his fingers scraping around her areola sent electric thrills through her.
—Squish, squelch...
Between her legs, her pussy—the neatly groomed mound she'd proudly show her husband anytime he asked—was drenched.
Every moment was blissfully heavenly, but somehow...
Aching.
—Knead, knead...!
"Noona's breasts are so huge, it's really rewarding to massage them."
"Hut... R-Really...? Ang...♡"
"Yep. Especially the nipples... Feels like your favorite spot, right?"
—Streeeech...!
"Heek...! Hk... Y-Yeah... That's the best... Ahng...!"
—Rub, rub... Pinch...
Ji Suyeon kept rubbing her thighs together.
She meant it when she said his nipple pinches felt amazing.
But at the same time.
'Right now... if only down there too... it'd be sooo good...'
Breasts alone were this good—what if it were lower?
Such thoughts arose.
Her unfulfilled desires as a frustrated housewife pushed her to crave it.
Just as she thought asking outright would be too embarrassing.
"Whoa, your arousal's skyrocketing like crazy... Huh?"
Glancing at his phone nearby, perhaps checking the time, Jang Hyunwoo's eyes widened.
Then his lips curved into a wide grin. Joy lit up his face.
What could make him so happy amid her panting? Curiosity bubbled up.
"Noona, while we're at it, want a pussy and ass massage too? Pairing it with breasts feels incredible. What do you say?"
"That’s...!"
As if reading her mind, he offered exactly what she'd been yearning for.
No shame in entrusting those parts too. More intimate, sure, but no different from requesting breasts.
She started to agree gleefully, then hesitated, embarrassed at how transparent her eagerness would seem. She closed her mouth, calming herself.
Then, carefully masking her racing heart, she spoke as demurely as possible.
"Sh-Should I...? If you say so... down there too..."
This masseur, this young boy, her brother-in-law's friend, a man who wasn't her husband.
Please.
The warmth and pleasure her husband hadn't given.
"Will you massage my pussy and ass too?"
Even if only through massage, she hoped he'd fill the void in her place.