Chapter 6
Chapter 6
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 6
Chapter Title: First Massage Room Reservation Complete. And the Cute Junior's Feet...
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The moment her moans filled the seminar room, a thrilling shiver raced through my entire body.
The fact that I had made Im Haeun produce those sounds filled me with intense euphoria and a profound sense of accomplishment.
And, well... my dick got hard.
Right there in front of me, Im Haeun trembled, covering her mouth with one hand in embarrassment.
"…~~!!!"
Her ears had turned bright red—it was obvious even from behind.
Moving to this spot had definitely been worth it.
If we'd stayed in the lecture hall, she would've bolted out of sheer embarrassment before we even got to the massage.
The volume was on a whole different level from yesterday.
Who would've thought the ever-confident, poised Im Haeun could make such cute noises?
I'd caught a hint yesterday, and with the Critical trigger, I'd figured she'd react even stronger.
But this surpassed even my wildest imagination.
What on earth was she feeling from my touch?
"You okay? I said I'd do a good job, but was it too intense?"
I knew damn well why she'd let out that cute moan, but I played it cool and asked anyway.
Seizing the brief pause in the massage, I checked my phone.
Her Arousal had already more than doubled from yesterday.
And that was from just one Critical on the red glow.
'The first Critical after massaging a few people—it had to deliver something like this.'
What if this had been in the Massage Room?
I might've even aimed for [Undress].
Of course, with her chest and lower body still locked, it wouldn't mean much right now.
But on the flip side...
Once those areas unlock, I'd be able to massage all those erogenous zones.
If just one Critical hit in the Massage Room...
Hitting 100% Arousal might not be as tough as I thought.
"……Why'd you stop? Keep going. It's nothing to me. That was just the right amount."
While I was lost in thought, Im Haeun pulled herself together and spoke as if it were no big deal.
I barely stifled a laugh at the sight.
"Good to hear. Mind lifting your left arm a bit? I'll do that side too."
"…Sure."
I placed my hand on the soft underside of her raised forearm.
—Squish
It was way softer and more tender than anywhere else.
'I read somewhere that forearm fat feels like breasts... Is that true?'
I'd never groped a breast, so who knows—but the thought alone had me on the edge of losing it.
Part of me wanted to hit her armpit too, but she'd probably snap if I did.
I focused on the faint red glows amid the blues and resumed the massage.
"…Ngh… Mm…"
With Im Haeun's soft moans as my BGM.
—Throb, throb...!
While savoring the throbbing desire straining against my panties.
"Good work."
"Thanks to you for the generous tip. How was it today? Not a total rip-off, right?"
"Yeah. It's been ages since my shoulders felt this loose. My arms and hands? Even better. Where'd you learn this?"
"Huh? Oh... YouTube and stuff. And folks have always praised my massage hands since I was a kid. Maybe that's it?"
"Hand feel... Yeah, that tracks."
The massage was done, settlement complete.
Im Haeun's face was slightly flushed, her breathing a tad ragged, radiating satisfaction.
She knew she looked a bit disheveled—quickly fixing herself with a phone selfie.
'Hamin said she spends a third of her day at home just staring in the mirror... She does check herself a lot.'
That face and those mannerisms were sexy and cute, stirring my lower half... Ahem.
"Not bad. You've got real skill."
Relaxed body and pleased with her looks, she flashed a subtle smile.
"Hey, Im Haeun."
Watching her admire herself was turning me on, so I casually broached the topic.
Couldn't end it here.
"What?"
"Your back feel a bit stiff? Looked off while I was at it. Especially the right lower back."
Nailing the exact sore spot widened her eyes in surprise.
Bullseye.
Like with Seokho, the dark blues and blacks were thick there.
"You spotted Seokho's stiff neck right away too? For real? How?"
"I just see it. Hard to explain."
"What are you even doing in Architecture? Transfer to sports massage?"
"Nah, no way. It's just a side gig for pocket money. Plus, seeing people feel better after is nice."
"That's talent. Shame to waste it."
"Thanks for saying that."
I chatted while fighting the urge to stare at her perky breasts under that tight tee.
Why does she wear stuff like this that makes me keep looking?
Appreciate it!
"So, back massage tomorrow?"
"If you want? But spots like the back are tough here. Desk or sofa would be uncomfortable for you, and hard on me."
"Then?"
"I've set up a mini Massage Room in my place... Not open yet, still prepping. Should be ready tomorrow or the day after at latest."
"Come get a massage there?"
"If you're cool with it. It's close to campus—five minutes from the main gate walking. Ten if slow."
"Pretty serious for a 'pocket money hobby.'"
"W-Well, everyone likes it. Motivates me to put in more effort... Anyway, interested?"
"……."
Like yesterday, she pondered my offer.
But pondering it at all meant she was considering it.
And sure enough.
"…Tomorrow won't work. Class canceled, but I've got plans in the morning. Day after?"
"Saturday cool? You'd have to come from home."
"Got stuff nearby anyway. You?"
"I'm free. No weekend shifts. What time?"
"Before lunch if possible."
"10 to 12? DM or Kakao around then near campus. I'll come get you."
"Don't know your Star ID. Anyway, got it. I'll message then. See ya."
"Bye!"
I watched her leave the seminar room first, then headed to my lecture.
"Yes! Yes! Yes...!"
Smooth sailing.
I'd figured two or three more today besides Haeun would be lucky.
But grinding on Seokho that morning paid off big.
223 MP already from yesterday and today combined.
"223... Just 77 more to unlock the Massage Room...!"
Customers rack up MP fast.
Who'd pay for hands over shoulders or arms, even testing it out?
Yesterday only because I offered hands.
So even one massage nets at least 20-30 MP.
Let me pitch the Massage Room to Haeun confidently.
Today's haul should cover it.
"What, Seokho?"
This guy.
Bringing customers solo.
Gotta hang with him more.
"A few more like this, snag a Massage Uniform and Mat today... Eye upgrade tempting too. This thing's OP as hell."
Not just aiding massages—spotting issues just by looking. The app's core.
Amazing now—what after upgrade?
Anyway, hyped for Haeun's massage the day after.
Inviting her over, maybe seeing her all disheveled.
Moans like today—maybe lewder.
Can't wait.
"Max it out. Grab a stat or oil extra for then...!"
Deep clean too!
"Whoa, intense."
4 PM now.
Today's sales exploded. Thanks to Seokho.
Planned to keep going till my shift if stamina held, but he dragged one over between every class.
Three extras—total eight customers.
274 MP today alone; 323 cumulative.
Great haul, but eight massages wrecked my arms.
Last one wanted in, but stamina said no.
Result? Minimum MP for Massage Room secured. Faster than expected.
"Should I hit campus even on no-class days for customers?"
That fulfilling.
MP aside, everyone loved it—made me happy too.
"Enough for today. Skip Yuri?"
Muttering happily en route to my shift.
If Bae Yuri insists, I'd muster the energy—but no clinging.
Wouldn't wanna seem pushy to a self-proclaimed good girl.
Yesterday's massage wasn't perfect; she'd 100% think that.
Just do my shift chill.
"Hello, boss!"
"Hey. Come on in."
Cafe boss greeted me with her pretty, aloof face while checking stock.
Quick hellos with full-timers, into the office.
"Ah, sunbae! Good afternoon!"
My cute junior part-timer, already there, beamed from her chair.
"Hey. Good aftern—"
I froze mid-greeting, same bright smile as always.
Staring at Bae Yuri's feet—black as Seokho's neck.
Didn't mean to look, but the dark glow screamed.
Pretty girls draw the eye instinctively too.
Why so many off today?
Modern sedentary bodies being wrecked is normal, I guess?
"What's up with you?"
"Huh? What's up?"
"What do you mean 'what's up'? Your foot's sprained."
"Eek?!"
She'd planned to hide it for work, asking innocently—so I hit direct.
Bae Yuri yelped, hugging herself protectively.
"H-How'd you know?! No way... You've been stalking me?! Pervert! Creep!"
"Came straight from school—what stalking? Quit yapping and take off your shoes and socks."
"…Huh?"
"Can't work like that. Time check... Ten minutes maybe. I'll loosen it max, so gimme your foot. Done in ten."
"……Whaaat?"