Chapter 42
Chapter 42
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 42
Chapter Title: Can't Resist the Inverted Nipples of a 21-Year-Old Busty Beauty!
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Our place—where I'd brought Seokho and Soyul—had changed a bit since just a few days ago.
"It's super clean in here."
"Yeah, especially compared to my room. Is that a massage mat? Why's it so huge?"
"It used to be smaller, but I swapped it out recently. And yeah, this is where I take clients, so of course it's gotta be spotless."
"Man, you really think of everything, Jang-sensei!"
I'd been planning to save up MP for the eye upgrade first, but yesterday I caved and got the mat instead.
The Large Soft Mat was easily twice the size of the old single-person one, with a material so plush and springy it could've doubled as a bed.
'Haeun loved it.'
Yesterday's image of her glued to this mat, moaning her head off as I took her from behind, was still fresh in my mind.
Besides the mat, I'd stocked up on hair ties, wet wipes, face towels, and other essentials for the ladies.
They'd all insisted they didn't need anything, but just in case, I'd prepared basic makeup and disposable underwear too.
It felt reassuring to have everything coming together bit by bit.
"Just the shoulders, right? That's the bathroom and changing room over there—change into these and come on out."
"What's this? What kind of outfit is it?"
"Massage uniform?"
"Yep. Keeps your clothes from wrinkling, and I can't use oil unless you're in one of these."
"Oil too? Then what's in it for you, Jang-sensei?"
"You get to feel great—that's the real payoff. Kidding aside, it's not anything fancy. Seokho, hang out in my room for a bit."
"Got it. Take good care of Soyul, Jang-sensei."
"I had no idea it'd be this professional. I'll change quick and be right back. Wait just a sec, Seokho oppa."
"Don't worry about me—just enjoy the massage. You'll be blown away once you try it."
After their sweet little exchange, Seokho headed to my room, and Soyul grabbed the uniform and slipped into the bathroom.
Of course, with Seokho right there in the house, sounds might carry—but it didn't matter.
'Even if he's not the one getting it, the app said anyone who comes along recognizes everything as legit massage stuff.'
I shook off the needless worry, changed into my own uniform quick, and set up the oils by the mat.
'Start by loosening up those shoulders properly, then maybe suggest the chest. No need to rush.'
Soyul's shoulders weren't as bad as Suyeon noona's, but they still had a solid shadow. With tits that size, some strain was inevitable.
Plus, like noona, her chest muscles were knotted up too—so if I timed it right, she'd probably go for it.
What stood out, though, was how intensely red the nipple area glowed.
Haeun's nipples were her main erogenous zone too, but the light spread out around them.
Soyul's? It was pinpointed, like a laser dot.
'Whatever, I'll see when I get there.'
Even with the thrill of massaging my friend's untouched 21-year-old girlfriend pulsing through me, I kept my masseur cool and took it slow.
—Click.
Moments later, the bathroom door opened, and out came Soyul, everyday clothes in hand.
As always, my eyes went straight to her underwear.
Pure white big-size bra and plain panties.
Fitting for a devout churchgoer who valued purity—no mismatches for bonus points.
'She's so slender overall, skinny limbs and all—how the hell did she end up with tits like that? Seokho's a legend for landing her.'
Her chest was so massive the uniform tented out like with Suyeon noona, drawing an involuntary gasp.
"Just put your clothes on the trolley over there."
"Oppa, mind if I ask something?"
"Shoot."
"Do you know where you got this uniform? It's so comfy—I'd love one."
"Oh, that? A buddy hooked me up, so it's not easy to get elsewhere."
"Too bad."
There was something fierce about this delicate lit-girl type speaking so confidently and clearly.
Definitely different from Suyeon noona, who always trailed off or beat around the bush.
"Alright, come sit here. Let's get started."
"Sure thing. Please take good care of me."
Soyul set her clothes down and walked over with perfect posture.
"...?"
As she approached, my routine chest scan picked up something off.
No bra, and the uniform wasn't thick—nipples should've poked through a bit.
Not on Soyul. Her breasts curved smoothly.
Odd, but I got to work anyway.
"Should I spread my legs or...?"
"Whatever's comfy for you. And your hair..."
"This hair clip okay to pin it up?"
"Yeah, perfect."
"One sec."
She was sharp—things moved like clockwork.
Soyul knelt primly, gathered her hair with practiced ease, and clipped it up.
Her pretty nape, with a few stray strands, was right in front of me.
"All set."
"Good. I'm gonna drizzle some oil first, so relax completely."
"Got it, oppa."
—Drip...
I angled it so the oil would trickle toward her chest, then applied two kinds to her shoulders.
Hands on her dainty shoulders, massage time.
—Slap... knead!
"...! Ah...!"
A short moan burst out the instant I kneaded over the blue glow.
Familiar sound.
Dudes made all kinds of noises with me too.
Theirs felt gross, but from a girl like Soyul? Pure hype music.
—Knead, knead... press...!
"Hngh...! Ah, haaa..."
Every press and thumb jab made her twitch.
After a startled whimper laced with awe, her breaths turned languid, like decades of tension melting away.
"...Ah! You're... really good. I thought Seokho oppa was exaggerating..."
"Told you. He's been bugging me to give you one for ages. He was worried sick about you."
"Mmm...! Haa... He said that?"
"Yeah. Soon as his sister-in-law raved about it, he brought you up. Said you've looked beat lately."
We chatted lightly while I focused. Her knotted shoulders and neck made it all worthwhile.
—Press...!
"Haaaah...!! Haa, haa..."
"Whew, no wonder you're hurting with knots like these."
Her breaths grew ragged, shoulders heaving. Her slightly husky voice hinted at pleasure beyond relief.
"Does oppa... hng... talk about me a lot?"
"You? Nah, not really. Seokho's got some jealousy in him, turns out. You're the only one from college he talks to about you, I bet."
"...You guys are cool talking like that?"
"Wasn't planning to, but this much is fine, right? That sweet idiot adores you—you should know how much."
"Pfft... Th... ahk! Ah, ng... Thanks, oppa."
"No prob."
I lowered my voice like I was mindful of the room next door, and she giggled, thanking me.
Chatting during sessions had leveled up my small talk game.
Plus, service job instincts from the gig helped me read what they'd like to hear.
"Huaa... Seriously... better than any clinic."
"Glad you think so."
"Mmm... Never felt this good my whole life."
As the shoulder massage wrapped up, she gushed in a dreamy voice—echoing Suyeon noona's praise.
Big-tit girls must all share the same woes.
Which meant her chest knots were probably torture too, just like noona's.
Timing felt right, so I scooted closer, leaning my head near her upper shoulder.
"Hey. We've still got time—wanna try chest too...?"
"Huh?"
I glanced down mid-sentence and froze.
The oil had soaked the uniform, making her skin faintly visible. I'd been focused on shoulders, but now...
I got why no nipple outline before.
'...Inverted?'
Like a belly button, the center of her areola dipped in.
Inverted nipples.
Heard of 'em, never seen. Not even in porn.
And damn, my first live encounter? Hot as hell.
'Wonder if they'll pop out when she's more turned on?'
Curiosity burned. I needed to see that hidden nipple.
"Hyunwoo oppa?"
"Oh, sorry—zoned out. Anyway, what I was saying... Wanna try a chest massage?"
"Chest massage?"
"Yeah. You know Seokho's sister-in-law? She comes for the same reason, gets the chest too, and loves it. That area's knotted bad too."
"I heard... but chest feels a bit much."
"Not pushing, but think it over."
"...Nah, I'm good."
No dice, even after nudging.
The massage hooked her, but 'chest' triggered some instinctual no.
Like a doctor's exam, from her view.
Frustrated me more.
'If not for those... damn, I wanna grope 'em so bad!'
Shoulders? She'd be back regular. Long game, but inverted nips lit a fire.
Finally, I wiped my hands on a towel and whipped out my phone.
Fuck me, a grand?!
Is this even worth it? Eye upgrade's delayed again!
Finger hovered over buy, trembling at the cost.
But I bit back tears and hit it.
Lust won.
Not instant access, but it'd lower barriers—like Yuri's pussy before.
I cleared my throat quick.
"Soyul. Truth is..."
"Yeah?"
"Seokho begged me to take good care of you, so I wanna deliver. I can see your chest is knotted bad too—skipping it'd feel off."
"Oppa..."
Leveraging Seokho, I pitched again.
She softened, pondering deeper.
Then.
"...Okay, just this once then. It does hurt here too."
Green light.
Still hesitant, though. Without the pitch or unlock, probably another no.
"Smart choice. I'll make it amazing."
Excitement surging, I poured all remaining oil on her chest.
Then gripped the base where three glows converged, from below.
—Grab...! Knead...!
"Hk!! Hnnnghh...!!"
My dex-fueled touch, muscle relief, erogenous zap.
All hit at once—way louder than shoulders, a scream ripped out.
—Knead, knead... stroke...!
"Haat...! Hak...! O, oppa... why's this... hik!"
"Feels good, right? Chest means some erotic massage too. Just relax and enjoy."
"Erotic... ah, haang!"
Her never-shared tits crumpled in my hands as she panted nonstop.
I savored the bouncier-than-noona flesh devouring my fingers through the uniform.
'Promised my best—loosen muscles first. Tease slow, then...'
But my focus? Nipples.
I stared through the wet fabric at areolae as wide as her huge tits, massaging away.
—Press, squeeze...!
Pinched wide around nipples, then traced armpit lymph lines delicately.
"Ahk...! Hng... haaa..."
Soon she leaned back against me, breathing hot.
Blues faded, time for full erotic mode.
"Ohk...! Th-this is weird... how's a chest massage... like this... hnnngh!"
"This is basic."
Not brute force—controlled squeezes, fingertips scraping from upper chest to areola harder sometimes.
Watched red glow zero in on the dip.
—Stroke... press...
Finally, slipped a finger into the areola's center through the uniform—hit something hard inside.
"N-not th... aaang...!! Hiiiik...!!"
Soyul convulsed, shrieking.
—Ding!
Slowly withdrew—fabric pulled up with it.
'Finally...!!'
—Slooow...
From the wet depths, a pretty pale pink nipple emerged, already erect and stiff.
No more inversion.
Too blurry through cloth. Needed direct view. Arousal built slow, but it was coming.
Grabbed the hem and declared.
"Soyul. Lifting your top. Direct touch is way better."
"Hng... Lift the... ah, n-no! Not my chest...!"
—Jiggle!
I yanked before she finished—massive tits she'd hidden spilled free, bouncing.
"Not there... huh...? Wh-what the..."
She flinched to cover, then gawked at her popped nipples, eyes wide.
Stared blankly at her cute pale pink buds.
Who could blame her?
Perched shyly on flawless white skin, Soyul's nipples were adorably perfect—babier than Yuri's.
Red-glowing buds begged torment, but yanking her top without fresh okay? Mistake.
So I stayed calm.
"Sorry for just stripping it off. Something wrong? You okay?"
"N-no, nothing... I'm fine."
"Cool if I keep going then?"
"...Yeah."
Her own exposure fascinated her—eyes glued to her nips.
Anyway, hands on.
So pretty and cute, yet it cost me a grand—time for punishment.
Thumbs and fingers poised to pinch—
—Ziiiing...
"...Perfect timing!"
"Huh? What..."
"Nah, nothing. Gonna feel amazing from here—get ready."
Rare glorious massage critical lit up.
Right on both nipples.
Like with Haeun: grab and yank hard, merciless glow command.
I obeyed gleefully.
—Press!
"Ok...!! W-wait... hik!"
Pinched her firm-yet-delicate nips—body jolted sensitive.
Then.
—Yaaaank!!!!!!
Gripping just nips, hauled her melon tits fully—
"Hik, hiiiiiing♡!!!"
A vulgar scream shook the house—Seokho had to jump.
—Buck! Shiver...!
Her back arched, body quaking as her pants soaked through.
'Grand-worthy nips—delicious reaction!'
Prime view.
A conservative girl denying her two-year boyfriend a kiss.
Now nipple-orgasming with slutty wails? Priceless.
Jang Hyunwoo's room.
Moon Seokho sat in the computer chair, NewTube tunes low, phone in hand.
"Hik, hiiiiiing♡!!!"
"Whoa! Scared me. What kinda massage is that? Hope Soyul's throat's okay."
He jolted at his girlfriend's unheard-of moan from outside.
Shocked, but stayed put.
Her voice screamed pleasure, not pain.
—Throb!
Instant hard-on. Too lewd not to.
'Even got a separate clubroom at school for client noises.'
He knew Hyunwoo's skills pulled wild sounds.
Not this intense, but proper massage parlor vibes explained it.
Hyunwoo giving his all.
Seokho sighed.
"Man, our Jang-sensei... too grateful for words."
Turning his massage-shy girlfriend into a moaning mess.
His friend did that.
Overwhelming thanks.