Chapter 4
Chapter 4
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 4
Chapter Title: Massage App, Unlocked Desires
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"...Gulp."
I swallowed hard.
As a guy who regularly watched all sorts of adult videos, there was no way I could stay focused.
Is this for real?
Like in those videos, can I really touch her all over under the pretense of a massage?
Or even take it a step further?
With women like Im Haeun or Bae Yuri?
"Crazy..."
While all sorts of pink-tinted fantasies raced through my mind, the explanation continued.
"F-Forced unlock... If... if I unlock the pussy, can I touch it right away... no, give it a massage? And she won't think it's weird?"
"What about the massage room? Do I need to rent a separate space?"
"So I can register my studio apartment as the massage room?"
"...Okay. Got it."
"Baldness? Fuck, you're a real devil. You're basically forcing me to do it."
"Huh? Wasn't this there before?"
"Then, what if Arousal gets high?"
All body parts...?
"...You mean what I'm thinking? That's it, right?"
What? It's straight-up saying it?
During Fever Time, even if you have sex, no pregnancy, so go ahead if you want?
This is basically a full-on adult game, isn't it?
"......"
Honestly, I know it's a bad, dirty thought.
But I couldn't help imagining it.
In my studio apartment.
Im Haeun shyly blushing as she strips and lies down.
Bae Yuri grinning playfully, legs crossed, waiting for my touch.
Me caressing their smooth skin, gradually ravaging deeper, more intimate places at will—
I pictured that future.
"Ha, one more thing! Why me? Why this app to me...?"
With that, the explanation ended.
The text vanished, leaving only the clean Massage App UI on my smartphone screen.
"...Ha."
How should I accept this? This situation? This phenomenon?
In a way, it was a shitty reality forcing me to follow the app without refusal.
It was pushing me into acts no different from crimes.
But right now, in this moment.
"Ha, haha..."
The corners of my mouth were shooting up to the sky.
During the time left before heading to my part-time job, I scoured the app thoroughly.
MP costs for upgrades and items, what to prioritize first.
As a man, there was no way I could resist using this app.
I had no choice but to look away from ethics and morals.
Finally, I set my priorities.
"First, the massage uniform and mat."
I designated my studio apartment as the massage room.
Its 1.5-room layout was tidy without much furniture, and the living room had enough space for a mat and massage.
Above all, to indulge in the Fever Time filling my head, I absolutely needed a massage room.
The prerequisites were the uniform and mat.
"The basic [Plain Massage Uniform] and [Single Floor Mat] are 150 MP each... Wonder how long that'll take."
Truth be told, I wanted to go straight for the [Body Part Forced Unlock] that really tugged at my heartstrings.
But that required activating the massage room first.
"Can't even afford the cheapest 50 MP Fatigue Recovery Oil among items, so 500 MP is a pipe dream."
The required points were high; it wouldn't be easy.
Even the cheapest forced unlock, buttocks, cost 500 MP.
My dick kept trying to take over my brain, but this had to wait.
Besides, to earn points, I had to charge for massages, which was a hurdle itself.
"Not sure. Depending on Im Haeun's reaction, it might be doable... or a grind."
At least the minimum was just 1,000 won, easy to bring up casually.
—Thump, thump, thump.
My heart pounded like it would burst.
Save up points, buy items, upgrade, raise stats.
And at the end—or along the way.
"To do that to Im Haeun...!"
My first love, someone I'd never dreamed of touching, and now naughty things with her?
Dopamine surged so hard my head might explode.
For that, I needed Massage Points.
I usually hated effort, but this time, I could go all in.
Yeah.
Thicken my skin.
And to a woman who might become a customer someday—
Maybe even harder to reach than Im Haeun.
To the cafe owner, a hand massage...!
—Ding-a-ling!
"Hyunwoo, you're here. Come on in. No customers right now, so change slowly."
"Owner!"
"Yeah?"
"Want to try a hand massage? I'm really confident in it..."
"Nah, I'm good. Gotta head out for something later, so watch the cafe with Yuri."
"...Yes, ma'am."
Damn.
Han Seoyoon, the cafe owner, shot me down so cleanly, like she had zero interest. My confidence took a hit.
But I bucked up again.
I'd expected her to be a tough one anyway.
She seemed to trust and like me as a part-timer, but we weren't personally close.
On the flip side, Bae Yuri was easy to approach like this.
After the rush hour, with few customers, I made my pitch to Yuri.
"Yuri."
"Yes? What's up, sunbae? Ah! Did you finally want to hear my secret killer joke? I can't refuse that..."
"Want a hand massage from me?"
"Look at you ignoring me! So mean! But a hand massage? Out of nowhere? Hng... Ah? Aha~? Heh, sunbae, you don't say~?"
"Don't say what, you punk. Your tone's pissing me off."
"You're just using massage as an excuse to hold my hand, right?! Busted! Caught you! Hehe, sorry, but not just anyone gets to hold my hand? I'm a total Confucian girl?"
"Confucian girl? What the hell... Sigh."
"It's true! That's why I call you sunbae. I don't call just anyone oppa?"
"...Oh? I thought you just liked calling me that. Sounds kinda legit now."
"Right?"
Yuri tilted her chin up with a mischievous smile full of playfulness.
I'd wondered why she stuck to "sunbae" despite bantering casually; turns out she called herself a Confucian girl.
The gap from her usual flirty vibe made her oddly cute.
If she called me oppa, I'd be over the moon, and hearing she doesn't for anyone sparked some conquest urge... Not the time.
"Anyway, it's not some ulterior motive. I've got confidence in hand massages lately. I do them for college kids and charge. Just 1,000 won, though."
"Eh, you charge?! No way! You're not extorting them?"
"How would I even extort... Anyway, that's why I offered to you. Pay after. If you don't like it, no charge. But if you do, base is 1,000 won. Tips welcome."
"That makes it sound even dirtier. You really just want to hold my hand?"
"No. Have I not earned that much trust from you yet?"
"Hmmm~"
Yuri pondered, face mixing playfulness with a hint of reluctance.
Then her eyes widened in a circle, and she beamed, extending her hand.
A pretty hand, slightly smaller than Im Haeun's, somehow even softer-looking.
"Okay! But if I don't like it, you laugh at my killer joke every time from now on. And no more holding my hand ever. Deal?"
"......................................................Okay."
"Wow! Look at you hesitating even after I let you massage!! Sunbae, what's the issue? Laughing? Or no more hand?"
"Obviously... no more hand. Already sad, dude."
"Hmph! You secretly love it but act all tsundere~"
"Gimme your hand. Prep that 1,000 won."
"Your confidence is unreal, sunbae?"
We bickered like that, but with more time than with Haeun, I gripped Yuri's hand.
—Squeeze.
Maybe from all the hand work at the job.
Muscles were knotted; the blue light over her palm shimmered deeper and clearer than with Haeun.
The pulsing light source was more distinct.
Upgrade from Apprentice to Official Eye making it sharper?
Not the time to dwell.
Focus on the massage now.
To satisfy Bae Yuri and earn MP.
And... like with Im Haeun, build some familiarity and affection.
Slowly, confidently.
—Press, preess...
Following the blue light's rhythm and timing, I massaged.
"...! Hn..."
A small moan leaked out.
Unknowingly, more strength went into my fingers.
I stimulated her palm muscles, kneaded each joint delicately.
Her white skin wrinkled slightly under my hands.
—Press, squish...!
"Haa..."
Each press on her soft palm subtly altered Yuri's breathing.
Glancing up, a faint blush colored her face.
Her wide, surprised eyes followed my hands; soft sighs escaped her parted lips.
Her subtly erotic expression and the soft hand texture stirred my imagination.
What did Bae Yuri's body look like under that cafe uniform and comfy shorts?
How beautiful.
How soft.
And those perky breasts.
That plump ass.
Her most precious place.
How... naughty would it be.
—Throb!
Just imagining drove me wild with excitement.