Chapter 66
Chapter 66
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 66
Chapter Title: I'll Definitely Cure Chaerin's Legs. Just Trust Me!
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"Ho, this is pretty serious stuff."
"Yeah... it really feels like a massage parlor."
"Not bad, right?"
I parked the wheelchair by the door, and with some help, Yoon Chaerin and the professor sat on the massage mat, looking around the room in admiration.
It was well-deserved.
My massage room had undergone another massive upgrade in just two days.
First off, I cleared out everything unrelated to massages and only kept the essentials.
I even hung curtains to separate the kitchen from the living room, turning it into a proper isolated space.
Now it had that private-room vibe Chaerin mentioned.
Suyeon noona's help was huge in getting it all sorted.
I just vaguely said what I wanted, and she handled the cleaning, organizing, and even bought and installed the curtains herself.
'Adding all these new items really brings it together.'
I bought everything I could.
I'd planned to keep pumping stats, but pushing past 90 required prerequisites.
The second I saw it, I knew what to do—I dove straight into app shopping.
Truth be told, I'd been wanting to try out a bunch of items anyway. Stats came first over stuff I didn't need right away, though.
I wanted to upgrade the massage room too, but it said no because the space was too small.
Anyway, that's when I figured it out: buying all available shop items unlocks new ones.
For example, one that had taken up space in the item shop from the early days:
After buying the Massage Blindfold:
A new item, the diffuser, popped up, so I grabbed it right away.
Then another one appeared.
Bought that too.
Next up was a [Puppy Transformation Set]. Super intriguing, but pricey, so I skipped it for now.
With the points left, I got:
I scraped together everything I had for those.
The String Bikini Massage Uniform was expensive for a reason.
Unlike Massage Panties, it could be worn without unlocking body parts first.
Truly amazing.
Top and bottom together fit in one fist—super thin and tiny.
Anyway, I arranged all the new purchases nicely, loaded a mobile trolley with tissues, hair ties, and oils, and now it looked legit. The kind of setup that puts your mind at ease just looking at it.
I nodded in satisfaction and was about to start with the professor first.
But.
"Ahem, Hyunwoo. Let's talk outside for a sec."
"Pardon? Oh, sure."
The professor cleared his throat and led me out of the house.
He stroked his goatee and spoke quietly.
"I never mentioned having a daughter, but you seem to know already."
"Ah, well... A classmate saw you at the hospital with her once."
"I see. No point hiding it now that I'm asking for a massage. As you'll see, Chaerin had a car accident a few years back. Her lower body's not in great shape."
"Yeah. She handles the wheelchair like a pro."
"It's been nearly four years... She's not completely paralyzed, though. Sensation below the knee is faint, but—"
"Her thighs are better, right? About half. And right below the pelvis seems mostly intact."
"...!! Haha, a master masseur's eye is something else. Spot on. Rehab and treatment helped there. But..."
"The lower legs worry you?"
"...Yeah. No improvement there in three years. Even Chaerin's given up. It's just maintenance now to keep sensation from fading more."
The professor's face showed a father's heartbreak at being unable to help his struggling daughter.
I got it.
Seeing such a pretty, pitiful girl endure years of rehab after an accident would tear anyone apart.
"That's why I told her about you. Every time I saw her, your massages came to mind. Thought maybe she'd react."
"Hmm... Not sure I can fix what hospital treatments can't."
"No pressure at all. That's not why I came. She showed interest, so we went for a drive."
"Got it. I'll treat her like any other client, nice and easy."
"Perfect. If her legs show no response, maybe do her shoulders or something. That'll convince her of your skills."
"Just trust me. Should I start with you, then her...?"
"No. You get it—time's short for both of us. Just handle Chaerin today."
"Want to wait inside? My room's free."
"Appreciate it, but I've got work at school... Haha, so convenient being close. I'll head back quick. Take care of her."
"Yes, sir. I'll do my best."
"Good. You're the same age, so chat and get friendly... but not too friendly. Ahem."
"Haha... Got it."
With that, the professor left. No extra words to Chaerin—must've been pre-arranged.
He trusted me with his daughter and went.
No college kid Jang Hyunwoo would've gotten that responsibility, shaky build or not. But Masseur Jang Hyunwoo? Reliable.
I vowed to repay that trust and headed back in.
"Oh, you're back. Dad went to school?"
"Yeah. Quick work errand. Anyway, customer. Clothes first before we start..."
"Hey, I heard we're the same age. Casual's fine, right?"
"You cool with that? Dropping formalities?"
"Yeah. Easier that way. Nice to meet you, Hyunwoo."
We'd barely talked, but I could tell Chaerin was super laid-back.
The easy-to-approach girl-friend type.
Her default smiling eyes, delicate feminine movements.
If not for her legs, she'd be crazy popular.
Scratch that.
She'd be popular regardless. Probably still gets guys chasing her daily.
Anyway.
"Cool. Got it, Chaerin. Change first. Can you manage alone?"
"Sitting like this, yeah. Hard if I have to move to a changing room."
"I'll step into my room then. Change into this Massage Uniform and call when ready?"
"Massage Uniform? It's tiny."
"Summer's here. Take your time—no rush."
Time to check out Chaerin's figure for smooth massage prep?
Just trust me, Professor!
I'll cure your daughter for sure!
(After a little fun!)
"This Massage Uniform felt like a bikini swimsuit. Easy to tie on."
"Gave it thinking it'd be easier than pants style. Glad it worked."
"Kinda embarrassing, though. First time showing this much to a guy besides Mom and the nurse sis."
"I'm basically a nurse too. You're pretty—don't sweat it."
"Uh...? Th-thanks. You say compliments so casually. Sounds practiced."
"Do I? Just said what I thought."
"Yeah. Dropping lines like that so naturally? Bet you're popular. Girlfriend?"
"Kinda... Nah, planning to."
"Ooh, what? Got a crush? Lucky~ Who's the girl? Same uni?"
"Dying to spill this epic tale, but no time now. Later. Wanna lie on the mat?"
"Promise? I love that stuff... Hehe."
Chaerin lay on the floor mat, wearing only the String Bikini Massage Uniform I'd given her.
I sat beside her, leisurely admiring her body.
Great skin, slender lines.
Her breasts were nicely shaped like an overturned rice bowl. Firm B-cups—perfect size.
Narrow waist, graceful hip curves—pure feminine allure.
The skimpy String Bikini barely covered her areolas.
Bottoms? Pubic hair and mound peeked above and below the panties.
In a word.
'Hot.'
A arousing body.
Of course, she was so slim it wasn't model-tier, but that's just my surroundings being perfectionists. Chaerin was plenty fine.
Impulse to mark this pristine milky skin with my traces.
Grab her immobile legs, pound her like an onahole—desire surged.
But not now.
I tore my eyes from the one-pull bikini bottoms and looked at her darkly shadowed legs.
"Chaerin. One thing before we start?"
"Ask away. Shoot."
I took in her body—barely any pink aura—and asked lightly.
"You don't really trust my massages, do you? Zero expectations?"
"...".
She flinched at the sudden question, but her smile held.
"Why think that?"
Her voice stayed even.
Good at hiding feelings.
Too late to deny, so no refuting.
"I'm sharp with vibes. Can read thoughts from body language during chats."
"Sorry. Not about you personally..."
"Nah. Fair enough. Young, no certs."
"...".
First time her face dimmed since meeting. But she smiled again soon.
"I trust your skills. Haven't tried yet, but Dad raved after yours. Said he felt ten years younger each time."
"But not that it'll fix your legs?"
"...Yeah. Three years of rehab, no change at hospital. Surgery, therapy... nothing. Sorry."
"Then why want a massage?"
"Dad hinted he wanted me to try... Worried I'd be disappointed if no effect, so couldn't ask outright. I stepped up."
"Ah, gotcha. I get the doubt. I'd doubt me too."
"Thanks for saying that."
"Still, Chaerin."
"Yeah?"
"Just once—trust me this one time?"
"One time?"
I smiled as softly as possible at her gaze.
Desperately ignoring her mochi-like underboob.
"One session won't miracle-cure, and yeah, you've known me five minutes, so fair to question."
"...".
"But you never know. I'll give it everything—trust me a pinky-nail's worth?"
"Pinky-nail... Hehe..."
She let out a soft laugh.
Then, amazed:
"Weird. Hearing you makes me wanna believe. Your voice... more trustworthy than nice."
"Just say my voice is nice... You're brutally honest."
"Oops, yeah. Sorry."
"No biggie. Trust me today instead?"
"Yeah. Sorry for making it awkward. Nice to meet you again, Hyunwoo."
"Pleasure's mine. Enjoy the massage, customer."
"Sure~"
I hadn't started the talk expecting anything.
Her doubt was too obvious—hurt my pride a bit.
But now, pink aura faintly appeared in the darkest black spot.
Most paralyzed area?
I noted it and poured oils: Fatigue Recovery, Arousal, Treatment.
—Driiiip...
"Mm..."
"Feel anything?"
"A tiny bit... Like something touching?"
"Got it—you feel that much."
No experience with this injury, so who knows the sensation.
I'd just do what I could.
—Splash, splash...
Slowly cupping her calves with both hands, spreading the oils.
Other girls would've shivered pleasurably already. Not Chaerin.
Once evenly coated below the knee:
'Blue light... stronger? A bit more?'
Treatment oil effect? Shin and calf blues faintly intensified.
About 5% boost?
500 MP item for this...
Even with the app, long haul ahead. Gut said ten-plus sessions for real progress.
Makes sense—not a sore throat; full leg paralysis won't vanish overnight.
"Starting now. Relax. Nap if you want."
"Yeah... Something here's comfy... Nap might feel nice..."
Hearing her drowsy voice, I began moving my hands.
—Sliiide... Knead... Press...
Following blue glow guides, faint hand afterimages.
Little by little, stroking thin calf muscles, kneading, stimulating.
'Insane difficulty.'
Light shifts every second—even knowing the answer was tough to follow.
My boosted strength meant ultra-fine control for her fragile legs.
Hard.
Hard, but kinda fun.
Easy mode rhythm game flipped to extreme, total focus.
"...".
No words—just poured everything into the massage.
Dozens of minutes later.
Time blurred for me when—
—Viiiibe...
A slightly stronger ripple on the shin muscle toward the ankle.
—Press...!
I nailed the moment with my fingers.
"...Ah!"
—Twitch!
Finally—a reaction.
Faint moan, clear body twitch.
Calf light surged brighter than shin. I told her quick:
"Chaerin, can you flip over? Left leg's responding—wanna chase it to the calf."
"Uh, yeah... Can, but... right now..."
"Hurry. Gotta keep momentum."
"S-sorry. Hold my legs so they don't tangle? Easier to flip."
I steadied her legs; she turned prone.
Slow from the legs, but urgency in her movements.
She felt it working too.
'Chaerin's butt's cute. Lean but perky and pale—wanna bury my face... No, focus.'
Snapped out of it, hands on her calf.
Concentrated again.
—Knead, knead... Press, squeeze...!
"Ah... Mm... Feels... Ah..."
Fueled by her surprised faint moans.