Chapter 5
Chapter 5
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 5
Chapter Title: Another Lewd Voice from My Crush's Lips
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[Customer: Bae Yuri] Satisfaction: 54% | Arousal: 1%
> Payment Amount
- Massage: 1,000 won
- Tip: 1,000 won
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Total: 2,000 won
> Acquired MP
- Massage: +10 MP
- Tip: +1 MP
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Total: 11 MP
Five minutes on each hand—about ten minutes of massage in total—came to an end.
It wasn't on my whim; I wrapped it up right around the time the blue glow gradually faded until it was no longer visible.
"Holy crap, amazing!! Senior, your massage has my hands feeling totally relaxed!! They've been so stiff lately from all that Steam practice!"
"Does this mean I'm qualified to touch your hands?"
"For massages only, absolutely! I admit it—senior, you're really good at this!"
"Glad to hear it. Thanks for the tip, too."
"A thousand won is a total steal, but that's what you deserve! Can I hit you up again next time?"
"Of course. Shoulders or limbs are on the table too, though the rates differ."
"Hehe~ Are you just as good with other spots? Confident? I've got a couple places that are a bit tight."
"Other spots are pay-after, too. If it's not your thing, no need to pay."
"Hmm, I'll think about it. Anyway, before I go clean the dining area, let me hit you with a killer dad joke packed with gratitude to make you roll on the floor laughing—!"
"If you're grateful, please spare me today."
"Tch, only letting you off this once?"
Thankfully, Yuri seemed satisfied with my hand massage.
Judging by the vibe, she'd probably ask for another session soon—hands or otherwise.
But satisfaction's only at 54%. She's this thrilled even at that level?
Come to think of it, Im Haeun's satisfaction hadn't been that high either.
What if I hit 100%? Would she just melt completely?
Too bad no massage critical popped. Curious how much higher it could've gone.
Anyway, at this rate...
Current MP: 49.
300 MP was doable just from hitting up acquaintances.
Worst case, family and relatives as a last resort.
If I scraped together 500 MP somehow...
"Refilling the water jug and straws~ Syrup's empty too~ Wonder if the recycling's full?"
"......"
I caught sight of Yuri's back as she hummed while wiping down the dining tables.
The curve peeking over her short shorts. Her round hips flowing naturally from her slim waistline.
Just an ordinary move from my part-time junior, but to my eyes, it was endlessly sensual.
Total 800 MP.
Once I had that, I could boldly "massage" that cute girl's ass.
I'll scrape it together, no matter what. Gotta avoid that penalty anyway.
I used the penalty as an excuse, but honestly, I didn't give a damn.
My dick had taken over my brain.
As if that was my true nature screaming it.
The next day.
Having screwed up and missed all my afternoon classes during registration like an idiot, I headed to campus early in the morning again.
Im Haeun said she'd come around lunchtime... Might as well drum up some business with friends in the meantime. Sucks Hamin's not around.
Before my confirmed client Im Haeun arrived, I planned to pitch to friends I was close with.
Had to be low-key begging for now, but with my app-boosted skills, word of mouth would spread.
Plus, leveling skills and stats would steadily improve my technique.
For me, it's like the feel of rhythm games anyway.
I arrived earlier than usual, dropped my bag in the lecture hall, and turned to hunt down other poor souls forced into morning classes like me.
"Hey, Jang. What brings you here this early?"
"Moon Seokho? Why are you... no, you crazy bastard. Don't tell me you actually studied your way here?"
"Dawn study sessions are the real deal. Super quiet, total focus."
"You're actually insane..."
Moon Seokho—top of the department and architecture club president—approached with a greeting. One of the guys I hung out with pretty regularly at uni.
The madman who deliberately schedules morning classes because he focuses best at dawn or early morning, then shows up even earlier to study or do assignments.
Explains how he's top student.
This guy with mysterious patterns rivaling the massage app plopped down on the desk next to mine.
"Your place is close—why're you here so early? You're always cutting it razor-thin."
"Decided to become a morning person from now on. Waking up early feels refreshing."
"And you're studying in that refreshed state? Damn, you finally get it! Study now or never!"
"Nah, you're the crazy one."
Perfect timing—I chatted with him a bit. He was one of my potential clients.
Planned to casually float the idea during talk.
But he beat me to it.
"Heard a rumor yesterday—you were kneading Im Haeun's hand like some total perv. That real?"
Seokho tossed me the bait.
"Spill the source first. Who?"
"Everyone listening to Changsa-pyo was talking about it."
"Fucking hell."
Makes sense.
Hamin and Haeun are so eye-catching, someone in the lecture hall was definitely glancing when we walked in.
Guy or girl, truckloads of people crushing on those twins.
And here I was, brazenly massaging Im Haeun's hand... I was too tense and focused to notice anyone around.
Anyway, not a bad thing.
"Just gave her a hand massage. Been studying massage lately. Did Hamin's too."
"Hand massage? Hamin maybe, but Im Haeun let you?"
"Yeah. My skills are decent. Figured she'd keep asking if free, so I charge. Yesterday Hamin covered with lunch instead."
"You charge money? For real?"
"Dead serious. Ask around later. Or try it yourself. Whoa, shit?"
"What, dude? Why curse at me?"
Casually pitching the massage while focusing intently on Seokho's body with app-enhanced eyes...
A curse slipped out involuntarily.
His nape had thick black streaks like spilled ink stretching long, and under his armpit, vivid blue flames flickered sharply.
"Seokho, your neck's fu... uh, stiff neck maybe?"
"?! How the hell'd you know?"
"Obvious as hell when it's wrecked like that."
"No way... where'd you learn that?"
"Told you, I learned. Wanna try a massage from me? Neck and shoulders are 3,000 won."
"3,000 won? That's a dog's name somewhere."
"Pay after. Not impressed, don't pay."
"No pay if bad? That confident?"
"Yeah."
"......"
Mentioning payment made him hesitate briefly, but my spot-on diagnosis built trust quick—he nodded.
"Do it. Pretty bad, was gonna hit physical therapy later. If you're good, that fee's yours."
"Deal. Trust me. Turn around, sit on the chair. Right arm up."
"Why the arm?"
"To massage. Gotta loosen your armpit muscles."
"Stiff neck, why there?"
"Never seen God Hand X-ray? Neck stiffness ain't neck muscles—it's armpit issues, dude."
"News to me."
"Arm up quick. Might press hard, speak up if it hurts. Showered? Double fee if not."
"Shower every morning... fine, I trust you."
"Trust away."
No tension massaging a guy, boosted confidence from yesterday's two sessions—I reached out casually.
Slightly pulling one arm back, I dug my thumb hard into the muscle below his shockingly blue-glowing armpit.
—Kkuuuuuk!!!
"......!!!! Ngh, urgh......!"
Seokho's shoulder jerked, body shuddering hard.
He let out a thick groan that'd make ears dirty, but no pain in it.
No shoving me off or yelling—definitely hit the spot.
Moon Seokho, feeling good, huh?!
Spread the word after this great massage, club prez!
Massaging Seokho first thing caused a bigger ripple than expected.
Wide network for rumors, glued to his desk daily so obviously needed regulars.
So I gave it my all, and the results were too good.
"Whoa, no way... whoa! It's loosening! Not 100%, but almost! Jang Hyunwoo's skills are insane!?"
I'd eased about 90% of his neck stiffness, plus a bit on shoulders, and he lost it over how refreshing.
Didn't expect to fix it that well myself...
Seokho transferred 15,000 won on the spot, then started broadcasting everywhere.
"Jang Hyunwoo's massages are god-tier? Thought I was dying from neck stiffness this morning, but it melted right after."
"No shit? Possible?"
"Why'd I hype if not! Shoulder ones are nuts too. Im Haeun paid for a reason."
"Im Haeun paid Hyunwoo for a massage?"
His neck feeling normal must've been euphoric—he was a human megaphone.
By lunchtime, curiosity drew a few classmates requesting massages.
"Hyunwoo hyung, forearms how much? Couriers the other day wrecked mine..."
"Forearms 2,000 won. Pay after. No relief, no pay."
"2,000... sure, give it a go."
"Sit in front, arm out."
All left satisfied, paying up.
No cheapskates skipping out—amounts too low anyway.
Some paid differently though.
"Banana milk okay?"
"Bull... kinda craving one. Add something else. Rate's off."
"Twix?"
"Twix seals it."
"Sweet."
Three more besides Seokho.
By then, my hands were tiring. Pouring full effort each time drained stamina.
Should I stat up first?
Need stamina for multiple clients daily.
Wonder if boosting it actually ups real stamina noticeably.
Anyway, lunchtime rolled around.
"Hey, Jang Hyunwoo. Come out."
Im Haeun came for me.
Thinner, clingier white tee than yesterday hugging her body, relaxed wide training pants below.
Arms crossed, leaning against the wall—her eyes captured me.
Until yesterday, she'd seen me as "Hamin's friend" or background noise.
Now she was really looking.
That alone sent an inexplicable thrill tickling my chest.
I followed her to a secluded humanities lounge.
Empty... club room?
"Club room?"
"We'll do it here. Fine, right?"
"No issue for me. Hands again?"
"......"
She stared silently at my question.
Quietly, intently.
Chilling gaze.
Not romantic awareness.
Finally, she spoke.
"Heard you fixed Moon Seokho's stiff neck in one go."
"Already reached your ears? Looked rough this morning, so I did it."
"Good beyond hands too?"
"Pretty confident... anywhere. Just say. Rates vary by spot though... right, lunch deal."
"Other plans, can't do lunch. Cash instead. How much?"
Damn, was hoping...
Swallowed disappointment, asked casually.
"Where you want?"
"Hands, arms, shoulders."
"Three spots... 6,000 won."
"Was lunch anyway, here's 10,000. Pay after again?"
"Prepay fine. You're paying anyway."
My confident reply curved her lips faintly.
That brief smile was murderously genuine. Heart dropped just from it.
"How long? Got 30 minutes tops."
"Max hour? Probably sooner. I'll match your time."
"Good. Do that."
"Shoulders first down to hands—back to me, sit."
"Like this?"
"Perfect."
She pulled a chair and sat.
Her small head and shoulders, cascading hair, smooth waistline.
Full back view right there.
Faint scent wafting, teasing my nose.
Hard-on incoming from this alone.
Not time for that. Maximize her satisfaction.
Massaging Im Haeun wasn't just points. As a guy, wanted to please my crush fully.
Steeled myself, eyed her pale nape... huh?
"Uh, could you sweep your hair forward a bit?"
"Hair's short, won't get in way?"
"Massage fine, but I check muscle reactions my way..."
"...Okay."
Her mid-length bob swept over shoulders.
Now nape fully visible.
Her nape's pretty too.
Wanted to see that pale, lovely nape, sure—but real reason was different.
Right below, red glow crept subtly.
Bigger, clearer than yesterday's on her hand.
My guess: that red marks erogenous zones? Massaging develops them.
"Starting."
She nodded; I moved.
—Kkuuk... knead...!
"Mm..."
Minding the red, gripped and kneaded around blue on shoulders first.
Her tiny shoulders—fittable in one hand—slowly relaxed under my palm.
Her subtle scent stabbed stronger at my nose.
Red later. Not tied to refreshment.
Long game.
Priority: loosen muscles, refresh with massage.
Sexual pleasure next.
Focused mind and fingertips.
—Kkwaak... knead, knead.
From slender shoulders to marshmallow-soft forearms like her hands.
Hidden under tight short-sleeve tee, but exposed skin silken smooth.
"Ngh... mm..."
Liking it? Faint moans slipped her lips.
Relaxed 'cause empty room, but holding back since I could hear.
That restraint made it lewder.
Fucking hot.
Her voice made even nape and arms seem obscene.
No, her back and seated ass were straight-up erotic.
Wanna grope the shit outta them...!
"How's it? Decent? No pain?"
"Feels... good now... mm... quiet, keep going."
"Got it."
Hid perv thoughts, hands back on pulsing blue shoulders.
Thumb gently kkwaak, bonus eyecandy on white nape.
...Little touch?
Back to shoulders, red kept pulling eyes.
Stim right, she'd moan lewd like yesterday.
Planned post-basics... quick taste—
—Ziiing...!
"......!!"
Hesitating, suddenly red below nape blazed brilliantly.
Intense red waves spreading, like must-touch-now.
Instinct hit.
Massage critical!
Hand moved entranced.
Following faint pulse, like sliding rhythm game note.
Thumb lightly placed.
—Kkuk... sweeeep...
Swept down with perfect pressure.
"...! Hiiyaat—!"
The moan exploded.
Louder than yesterday, unbelievably cute from Im Haeun's lips.
And so, so sexy.