Chapter 41
Chapter 41
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 41
Chapter Title: Seokho's Girlfriend. And Bae Yuri's Teddy Bear Masturbation
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Through sex with Suyeon noona, I'd grown mentally to another level.
Just as I stopped getting flustered about groping women's bodies after my first insertion experience in the massage room.
Now that I'd had real sex, the insertions I did for massages felt like no big deal.
Of course, banging women I'd thought were out of my league was pure bliss, and seeing them thank me without realizing they'd been fucked gave me a dark, twisted thrill.
But I'd come to realize that even this wasn't something to get all worked up over.
I felt like I could treat my clients even more like a true 'masseur' now.
'My stats have shot up across the board in just a few days, too.'
From the massage I'd given Yuri not long ago up to now, I'd racked up nearly 3,000 points including quests.
I'd dumped some into Stamina and Vitality midway, and bought oils steadily, so I didn't have it all sitting around.
But anyway, on this Sunday, my stats looked like this.
It was a huge jump from the start.
At this point, the difference was seriously noticeable.
The moment I hit 70 Stamina and checked the mirror, I could tell my frame had changed for real.
Changes were most obvious around every 10 points, and that's why I was blown away when I hit 70.
"Muscles are actually popping now? Damn, if I'd worked out hard, I could've looked like this."
My clothes hung better, and the muscles showing when I stripped were way more defined.
Plus, my strength was up.
"No way was the full-length mirror always this light... Stat effects are insane, for real."
Anyone who's lifted one knows full-length mirrors are heavy as hell.
Even with a bit of Stamina during that time with Haeun, it was manageable, but now I could heft it no problem.
"Hold up, does this mean I could do standing sex? Suyeon noona might be tough, but Yuri or Haeun... Lifting's easy, but thrusting while holding? Maybe not yet."
I was at the point where I could have thoughts like that—my physical power had jumped that much.
Probably thanks to the Stamina stat that my waist and thighs didn't ache much even after banging Suyeon noona.
And Vitality? No need to explain.
"Satisfied Haeun on Saturday and still went all night with Suyeon noona."
So I was pondering. At this level, attracting and satisfying clients was plenty.
I wouldn't be pounding away recklessly or creampie-spamming anymore, so I'd have some leeway with Stamina and Vitality.
Maybe it was time to think about upgrading facilities.
"Skilled Masseur's Eye is calling to me."
The alpha and omega of my massage skills—my eyes. I wanted to level them up.
Honestly, it was a steal.
The one-use Arousal Booster was 3,000 MP, same price.
I couldn't know the performance yet, but I trusted it wouldn't disappoint.
On top of that.
The mat tempted me too.
The current single mat worked fine, but something bigger would let me move more freely, like rolling around in bed with Suyeon noona.
Anything else...? Massage uniforms? Nah, not necessary.
I stripped them quick as is—no need for thinner ones. Massage panties were enough.
"...Though as a guy, towel uniforms do spark some AV fantasies."
Towels that hit those porn rom-com vibes? Tempting at 1,500 MP... but lower priority.
So I decided to upgrade the eyes and mat first.
"Guess I'll grind hard for a while."
To grow even more as a masseur.
A few days passed after that.
In the meantime, my massage rep at uni was skyrocketing.
Rumors spread that even professors were satisfied, so now every department was spamming Starba comments to book.
Backdoor requests poured in through various channels, but I shot them all down cold.
"Bus to Platinum if you just massage my calves? Who do you think you are! Mr. Jang's massages are for honest bookings, not shady tricks!"
"Sure, sure."
"And this punk thinks Mr. Jang skips Plat 'cause he can't? Nah, trolls can't read his big picture! It's not like he throws lanes!"
"Hey, hey. Manager Moon...?"
Truth be told, I wanted to sneak pretty girls in, but Seokho cut them all before they reached me.
Better that way.
No headaches from picky selective bookings turning me into 'that girl-magnet creep' rumors.
In the midst of Starba comment sections exploding daily for my massages.
On my way out of the department lounge after a booked session, I ran into Im Haeun who'd come looking for me.
─Grab
"Jang Hyunwoo. Tomorrow, right?"
"Yeah, obviously. Want one today? I can fit you in if you do."
"...No, just tomorrow. Too beat today."
She grabbed my wrist, checking her 'top priority' booking. My instant reply made her lips curve up.
No matter the crowd, she knew she could get in anytime. Seemed to make her happy.
Though money issues kept her from daily sessions.
More than that, lately when Haeun called me over, the casual touches had increased.
Grabbing my shoulder or gripping my arm like now.
And her eyes always lingered on my hands. Her wants were crystal clear.
"Your wrists are so slim. Like half mine."
I quipped casually, wrapping my hand around Haeun's wrist. She hated people touching her, but she was fine with me now.
Not that we'd gotten insanely close or anything, but...
She just made it obvious she loved my hands on her?
Sure enough, Haeun didn't mind me holding her wrist.
She just...
"Nngh... It's not that small."
Her face softened the instant my hand touched.
Emboldened, I took it further naturally. Cupping her hand in both of mine, I said innocently,
"Your hands are tiny too. I notice every massage—small and slender, just pretty as hell."
─Squeeze...
"Hngh...!"
A soft moan slipped from Haeun's lips.
I pretended not to hear, kneading her hand a bit more before letting go.
"......"
Haeun stared at me, face flushed.
From hands to body, body to face.
Our eyes met, and she said,
"You working out lately? Felt it during yesterday's massage—your body's improved."
"Yeah, a bit. Massaging wears you out if Stamina lags. So I'm keeping up."
"Hng... Looks good. No harm in exercise, so keep at it. See you tomorrow."
"Tomorrow, sure... Wait, you free tomorrow after? Lunch together post-massage?"
"Fine. No plans. Poke—uh, menu's on you. Whatever you want."
"Huh? Like last time, you pick..."
"I'm out."
With that, Im Haeun vanished.
A bit bewildered, but getting to touch her hand naturally outside and hear body compliments? Mood booster.
Bouncing back to class all upbeat.
─Bzzz...
Senior Min Jeong-ah's desperate text made me chuckle as I replied.
I wanted to squeeze her in, but sadly, today was locked with a VIP client.
A key partner in my massage biz, and a buddy who'd gotten even tighter through this.
"Mr. Jang! There you are! Ready to head out?"
"All set. She here?"
"Waiting nearby. Let's roll!"
The day I'd agreed to massage Seokho's girlfriend.
"You actually talked her into it?"
"Tough sell. Didn't wanna force her if she wasn't keen... but her shoulder pain's obvious. What could I do?"
"Hmm, I'll make your effort worth it. Once she tries it, she'll get why you pushed."
"Thanks...! Owe you big since noona. Still hitting you up for massages?"
"Quiet since last weekend... but she'll be back soon? Loved it."
She hated handing her body to others, but Seokho's sincere pitch worked.
Chatting as we left campus, we stopped at a convenience store en route home.
And met the girl waiting out front, exchanging greetings.
"Introduce. This is Mr. Jang... er, Jang Hyunwoo. Professor-endorsed massage master. And this is my girlfriend..."
"Hi. I'm Jeong Soyul, Seokho oppa's girlfriend. Thanks for making time at his request."
"No need to be so formal... I'm the one grateful. Looking forward."
"Speak casually. You're oppa's friend."
"Cool?"
"Yeah. Easier for me."
Long straight black hair, slightly down-turned eyes—looked super sweet and timid, but sharp talker.
And huge tits.
'Moon Seokho, you bastard... no matter how I slice it...'
Stripping the speech, she screamed Suyeon noona vibes. Suspicion confirmed.
But no room to call it out.
Whether Seokho crushed on his brother's wife or dated lookalikes to cope.
I'd raw-dogged Suyeon noona all night recently—no hypocrisy from me.
Just gratitude.
She'd hooked me up with Suyeon noona, and now...
"S-Soyul? Yeah, at Seokho's ask, but he's helped me tons too. Here to repay, so relax and enjoy."
"M-Mr. Jang... ngh... You don't just see me as a pathetic sucker!"
"...Duh!"
"...Mr. Jang?"
"Pfft... Just like oppa said. Yeah, will do. Please take care, Hyunwoo oppa."
A pretty, busty college girl resembling Suyeon noona.
One who'd skipped sex, even kisses, for religious reasons.
"Church stuff limits your time, right? Let's hurry. It's just ahead."
Handed right to me.
Same time.
Bae Yuri, lounging in PJs past lunch thanks to a free period, rolled in bed.
Thinking of the massage Jang Hyunwoo gave her again today.
"Ahh, wanna get oppa's massage so bad already..."
The embarrassing bits from last time still flushed her face on recall, but a week dulled it.
His touch's pleasure? Unforgettable.
Massaging her pussy, her asshole... Just thinking made hot breaths escape.
She'd braved the shame to book again right away, but.
"Ugh, drained my allowance begging mom and dad for summer clothes..."
Broke as hell.
College basics ate cash, plus snagging cute new outfits emptied her account.
Living expenses were tight.
Cute-acting for dad or grandpa might score funds, but mom's wrath loomed.
So lately, home alone, she'd tumble in bed replaying that day's massage.
Plus thoughts on her recently closer part-time senior.
"Something about his shoulders widening post-weekend... Imagination? No, definitely changed."
Started as perfect distance: capable, business-smart, easy senior-junior lean.
Now she called him oppa first. Hooked on his massages.
But Bae Yuri was a bit troubled.
To her, Jang Hyunwoo clearly liked her.
"Why else so nice? During massages... even overlooked those mistakes with a smile!"
That convinced her, but compared to other guys' sleaze...
"Yet no hitting on... Weekend read receipts ignored... But attitude's gentler lately..."
No dating intent.
If he confessed, it'd be awkward as hell.
But the ambiguity nagged.
"Dating...? Nngh... Tall, sweet, takes jokes, killer massages, body's better since first sight... Strong too, moving that ice maker... Huh?"
Pros piling up.
Just 'good senior' recently; now legit romantic appeal.
She called herself a Confucian girl, kept distances, rarely 'oppa'd elders.
Not anti-dating. No vows of one eternal love.
Just: getting cozy with every guy weird?
In that light, current Jang Hyunwoo.
"...Dateable?"
Not heart-pounding love, but home thoughts? Yes.
Key milestone.
First non-family guy on her mind at home.
Human fondness predated; romantic sparks now flickered.
No sparks? She wouldn't be like this.
No matter how godly his massages or the bliss.
Whenever free, recalling his caresses on her body.
─Squish...
"Nngh... First, deal with this..."
Hand slipping between tingling thighs wasn't just his masseur skill.
Soon, PJ teasing felt lacking.
"Gumi, sorry! Sis borrows your leg!"
She mounted the huge bedside bear's leg.
Grinding her hips.
─Rub, rub... Squish...
"Nn... Ahng..."
Direct touch scared her, so thigh stimulation. Still insufficient.
Off came PJ pants.
"Panties only feels like the massage... Ah, eung, aaang..."
Pink cotton panties on, back to grinding Gumi's leg.
Soft fur and firm bone pressing her pussy felt rawer.
─Squish, squish...!
Panties dampened faster, but not climax-close.
She recalled the massage.
"Oppa... nn... rear massage was so good..."
Die-of-shame, but pleasure-guaranteed... dirty back hole.
Even the pee accident felt amazing...
"No, no! Pass on that!"
Anyway, grinding while trying ass crack pressure over panties.
"...Ah, seriously!"
Nothing.
As always, masturbation failed; she flopped frustrated.
Lifelong rare attempter, now frequent.
Never climaxed solo.
Before: fear kept her from spots.
Now: his massage pleasure raised her threshold sky-high.
So his ecstatic massages replayed, dragging thoughts to masseur Jang Hyunwoo.
Pink panties center damp, lips pouted.
"First another massage. If feelings solidify, maybe date!"
Unsure emotions—rushed? Woman's intuition said snag quick if real.
Objectively, good catch.
Slotting him boyfriend-candidate sparked naughty thoughts in her prime.
'Bet he's killer in bed. Massages differ, but body mastery? Virgin per him, no experience... but hands are cheat-code. What if those in sex?'
Imagining him caressing her in bed? Lewd tingles. Pussy reacted stronger.
Entranced, up again—laid bear flat, grinding firm-nosed face.
'Oppa then too... nn...♡ mouth on pussy and ass... ang...'
Grinding, hand inside clothes teasing swollen tits.
Gently pinching hardening nipples...
─Squelch, squelch... Squish, squelch...
"Eung, hng... Ang...♡"
Thus began long pre-work masturbation.
No climax this time either... but best mood yet.
"Ah, ah, ang... Perfect now..."
Bae Yuri couldn't deny it.