Chapter 67
Chapter 67
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 67
Chapter Title: Heart Pounding for the Same-Age Masseur
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Sadly, just as Jang Hyunwoo had said, Yoon Chaerin hadn't held out any real expectations.
She'd only grown a little curious after hearing from her dad how incredibly good the massage he'd received felt, and how the other students were dying to try it themselves.
Seeing his subtle hints that he wished she'd give it a shot, she'd pretended to be super interested and agreed to come.
Her dad had worked so hard to fill the void left by her mother, who passed away when she was young.
Even after the car accident, her family had devoted everything to her.
She just wanted to happily indulge a wish like that.
Even if it wouldn't make a difference.
But.
—Squeeze... squuuueeze...
"Mm... no way..."
A faint tremor started rising from her calf.
The external pressure still felt subtle, but she could definitely sense a twitch and contraction deep inside her leg.
There hadn't been anything like this just moments ago.
She'd only been lulled by Jang Hyunwoo's trustworthy voice and the diffuser's soothing scent, letting her mind drift.
'Hyunwoo's massage room feels so incredibly cozy... The mat is super soft and plush. I bet I'd feel amazing just napping here without any massage.'
That was all—a warm, drowsy haze of thoughts.
Regrettably, or perhaps predictably.
She hadn't sensed anything major from Jang Hyunwoo's massage.
But now.
—Knead... press!
"Ah..."
She felt it clearly.
A subtle yet unfamiliar sensation, like something spreading from deep within.
Her heart trembled.
'How... really, for real?'
Hyunwoo's reliable words had sparked a tiny spark of hope, but deep down, she'd resigned herself to nothing happening.
She'd been too scared of that hope being betrayed to even grasp at it.
But now it had ignited.
'It's not just a fluke... it keeps going... keeps feeling like something... from my leg... weakly from inside...'
If it was just a momentary reaction, she'd felt those occasionally during treatments. But they never lasted—just a fleeting instant.
Not like now, with ongoing micro-tremors and faint heat, like signals firing for movement even if her leg wasn't actually budging.
Her legs had been numb for three years, paradoxically making them hypersensitive now.
In this dreamlike moment, Yoon Chaerin's eyes welled up with hot tears.
She couldn't hold back the overwhelming emotions without expressing them somehow. Propping herself up on her elbows, she lifted her upper body slightly and turned her head back while still prone.
She didn't know what to say, but she had to tell Hyunwoo something.
But.
"......"
—Squeeze, press...
Yoon Chaerin couldn't bring herself to speak.
The sight of Hyunwoo in her eyes: head slightly bowed, utterly still except for his arms and hands. Lips pressed tight, his breathing steady and rhythmic in the quiet.
In that state, he moved only his arms and hands with serene focus.
Like a craftsman meticulously refining a masterpiece, his face was astonishingly calm as he continued the massage.
The moment that image registered.
—Tear...
A single tear quietly trailed down her cheek.
He was trying so hard, and unbelievably, the massage was letting her feel something.
'I... assumed it wouldn't help at all on my own... got called out on it... and made Hyunwoo beg me to trust him...'
She felt so sorry for doubting him when she was the one here for a massage, harboring such rude thoughts.
Yet she was grateful, too—her chest swelling repeatedly.
If she kept receiving this massage.
If these faint ongoing sensations grew even a little stronger, came alive.
If that happened—
"...Hm, it's fading already. Guess that's it for now?"
"Eh...?"
Suddenly, Hyunwoo stopped the massage. He tilted his head slightly and lifted his hands from her calf.
Yoon Chaerin's heart plummeted.
"There's still some time left... Whoa! What, what's wrong? Why are you crying...?"
"Why... why stop...? I-Is there no hope? My legs... sob... they're hopeless...?"
Having tasted hope, if it vanished now, she didn't think she could bear it.
Imagining the worst made tears stream down, and Hyunwoo panicked, waving his hands.
"No, no, no! I planned to stop here today! It's not like dragging it out longer guarantees results..."
"R-Really...? For real?"
"Of course. If there was more time, I'd have done your other leg today, but... only 15 minutes left. Not enough."
"So... so there's potential? My legs can heal...?"
"Yeah... feels pretty smooth to me. How'd it feel for you?"
"It was working... so much... I-I... sob... this is the first time sensations have come through my legs like this..."
"For real? Ha... what a relief. I figured a short session might disappoint you, so..."
"Ah..."
She should have been the joyful one, but Hyunwoo looked relieved and happy as if it were his own victory.
Not content with that, he'd even worried about letting her down.
That kindness, that consideration... it pierced deep into Yoon Chaerin's heart.
How could she ever express this gratitude?
Her tears had stopped, but words failed her. He spoke to her stunned silence.
"Chaerin. Still some time left, so I'll do your thighs too. Lie face up again. Grab your legs like before, okay?"
"...Sniff, yeah... please."
"Come on, don't cry already—it's just starting. I'll make sure you heal completely."
"Saying that makes me wanna cry more..."
"Yeah? Then I'll make you too blissed out to even think of tears."
With his help, she rolled onto her back.
Hyunwoo lifted her legs, spreading them shoulder-width, then drizzled oil on both thighs as he spoke.
"Your thighs need a bit of treatment too, but it's not urgent, so I'll finish the lower legs first."
"I... I'll leave everything to you... trust you completely."
"Believing me now?"
"How could I not... I can still feel it in my legs..."
At least when it came to treatment, she'd believe anything he said right now.
The faint ongoing warmth climbing her calf was that shocking.
At her words of full trust, Hyunwoo grinned confidently.
"Glad you trust me. You endured 45 minutes of boring treatment massage, so these 15 minutes? Pure pleasure massage."
"Wasn't boring at all for me... pleasure massage?"
"Yep. This is my specialty. Sensual massage—don't freak out."
"Pfft... cocky much? But I'm already blown away—no room for more surprises."
"Oh? Wanna bet? Let's see if you freak."
Hyunwoo smirked widely and lowered his hands toward her thighs.
His playful vibe drew a small laugh from Yoon Chaerin.
Still, nothing could top the shock of sensation returning to her paralyzed legs.
Relaxed and off-guard, the moment his thick fingers kneaded deep into her inner thigh.
—Stroke... knead...!
"...! Eek♡"
A lewd, electric thrill shot from her thigh straight to her pussy in a shiver.
Her immobile legs couldn't respond, so her upper body bucked instead, spilling an embarrassing moan.
"Hng...!"
She couldn't believe the sound she'd made and clapped a hand over her mouth.
But Hyunwoo's hands didn't stop.
—Knead, knead... squeeze...!
"Ngh, hng... hnnngh...!"
"No need to hold back. Everyone moans like crazy from the pleasure. Even the professor bragged about it to you, right?"
"Ahng...! Hn... I see..."
Only then did Yoon Chaerin lower her hand. If everyone did it, the embarrassment eased a bit.
From there, Hyunwoo alternated between her thighs, kneading even more delicately.
—Knead, knead...!
"Haang, aaah...!"
"Surprised yet? This technique made me famous at uni."
"Y-Yeah... amazed... you're so good... feels too amazing when you knead... haang♡"
Her thighs, relatively healthier than her numb calves, had always been sensitive spots for her.
Even accounting for that, Hyunwoo's touch was incredible.
From the instant his fingers made contact, it sparked like electricity, and his varying pressure made her torso jolt.
'Just thigh massage feels a hundred... no, a thousand times better than masturbating... no wonder Dad raved...'
Yoon Chaerin loved romance dramas and movies, dreaming of experiencing that love herself someday.
If her legs healed, she'd date her crush, share skinship, have sex—she'd fantasized endlessly.
She'd masturbated occasionally too, but Hyunwoo's thigh touch blew it away.
—Zing, zing...
Her pussy throbbed. Knees numb, she couldn't squeeze her legs together, but imagined twisting them tight.
'Wanna touch... it'd make me cum right away... but in front of Hyunwoo... more than that, what am I thinking during a massage...'
A bit more, a little harder from Hyunwoo, and she'd climax from that alone...
—Stroke, swish...
"Aaaang..."
From earlier, he'd lightened his pressure, now lightly scratching upward from her upper thighs with his fingertips.
It felt great, but not quite enough for orgasm.
'Should I ask...? For harder, deeper inner thigh massage...'
She didn't want to interrupt his routine, but as holding back grew tougher, she debated asking outright.
"Chaerin. Wanna sit up for a sec?"
"Ah..."
Hyunwoo grabbed her arms and pulled her upper body upright.
"Check this out."
"Huh?"
Sitting on the mat, she followed his gaze downward to see her massage bikini soaked through with arousal fluid, her pussy visible transparently.
"......!!"
—Flaaash!
Her face burned crimson.
Not from exposing her shyly pursed labia or her clit peeking out like a little bean.
'S-So embarrassing... shoulda trimmed...'
Her unkempt, sparse pubic hair on display was mortifying.
Never imagining a guy would see, she'd neglected it for ages...
Of course, as a masseur, Hyunwoo seeing wasn't inherently shameful.
—Glance
But his soft smile while eyeing her unmanicured pussy felt... a little—no, a lot—embarrassing...
"Chaerin."
"Y-Yeah...? What?"
"Massaging your legs directly for treatment matters, but I think releasing body stress makes healing smoother."
"Body stress...?"
"Like how you were craving orgasm during the massage just now. Relieving that leaves you refreshed and treatment works better."
"...Wha."
Yoon Chaerin froze like a glitch.
But his confident tone left no room for denial. Face aflame, she stammered.
"H-How'd you... know...?"
"Obvious. Anyway, wanna finish relieving it? Last bit of time, mix in some sensual massage?"
"Wasn't that what you were doing? Felt amazing..."
"Kinda, but thighs are just a teaser. Direct pussy, breasts, ass massage? Way better."
"D-Direct pussy..."
"What do you say? Want it?"
In that instant, she imagined it.
Her pussy, ready to cum from her own touch alone moments ago—now with Hyunwoo's warm hands. Not just touching, but sensual massage.
How good would that feel?
Yoon Chaerin nodded eagerly. No reason to refuse.
"...Yeah. Do it. Sorry to ask more when treatment's already tough. But I really want it."
"No apologies needed. Skip ass for next prone session—today, just pussy and breasts lightly."
"Mm. Please."
No sooner said, his hands moved.
—Swish... snap...
He tugged the center string of her bikini top free. Her pale breasts and perky pink nipples spilled out.
Next, the panty waist strings—but arousal fluid glued them to her pussy, refusing to budge.
Hyunwoo peeled them off directly.
—Schlick...
"Haang..."
Her virgin pussy's straight lips were exposed raw. Milky labia twitched, slick with sticky fluids.
Wet pubes clung messily above.
Mortified. Yoon Chaerin vowed: before next massage, she'd groom perfectly.
"Don't hold back moans or pleasure. Cum freely."
"Yeah... got it, Hyunwoo."
With that, his hand slowly descended.
Yoon Chaerin watched breathlessly, heart pounding. What would his hand on her pussy feel like? Unimaginable.
Finally.
—Schlick...!
His thick finger parted her labia.
"Aaaang...!!"
Electric pleasure from her pussy surged like lightning to her scalp.
—Shudder... squiiirt...!
"Haaang...!"
Her aroused lower body reacted wildly, hips bucking as pussy juice sprayed.
A first-time sensation, ecstasy from the instant touch.
'H-Hyunwoo's hand... made me cum instantly...'
Could you call this mere "hand skill"?
Her mind blanked in sudden climax, body quaking. But Hyunwoo didn't let her bask.
—Schlick, schlick, schlick... schliiick...!
"Haaang! Ah, aang...! H-Hyunwoo...! I just came... eek♡ too sensitive...! Aaaaang...!"
"Just once. Gonna make it even better."
"N-No... it's fine... aaaang♡ ah, ah...! S-Slower... hiiing...! C-Clit too... hik♡"
His fingers rubbed relentlessly between her labia—from slick inner walls to her untouched hole.
Including clit stimulation, this novel chain of fiery pleasure was unbearable.
—Squelch, squelch...!
"A-Again...! Haaang, ah, ahn...! Hik...! C-Cumming again...!"
—Squiirrrt...!! Schlick, schlick...!
"Hiiik...! B-Blindfold... uhn! Keep going and...! H-Hyunwoooo...!"
"It's fine. Your pussy's too cute to stop."
—Schlick, schlick, squiiiick!
"Hiiiiiing...!!"
—Buck! Twitch, twitch...!
No matter how she shuddered in orgasm, flooding the mat with squirts, Hyunwoo didn't relent.
She wanted to clamp her legs, but numb knees made it impossible alone.
Grabbing his hand to stop failed—her body had no strength.
He placed her hand on his instead.
—Sloooow... squeeze, press... squelch!
"Ahiii♡♡!!"
Stimulating her perineum, he dipped a finger joint into her hole, pressing inner ridges firmly.
First time anything entered her pussy—and it was Hyunwoo's finger.
It intensified her pleasure.
—Squirt!!
Fluids gushed nonstop. Endless climaxes drove Yoon Chaerin mad.
It scared her.
Blissful beyond words, but too much—she might lose her mind.
'G-Gonna die... Hyunwoo's too good... pussy sensual massage feels too amazing...♡'
She gave up stopping him.
But endless orgasms demanded she hold something.
In her daze, instinct drew her arms around his neck.
—Squeeze!
"Ah, ah, aaaang...! Aaaaang♡"
Clinging tight made it barely bearable.
'Hyunwoo's body... so solid...'
First man's body she'd hugged besides her dad's—felt incredibly reassuring.
After several more orgasms in his embrace, he finally stopped the pussy massage.
"Haang, haa, haa...!"
Still clinging, panting raggedly even after it ended.
"Mind letting go of my neck? Wanna see your face. Last bit: a little mouth massage."
"Hn, haa... mouth massage..."
Her brain felt caressed too, mind scattered—but his voice pierced through oddly.
She slowly released him.
Hyunwoo leaned in immediately, pressing lips to hers.
"Mmmph... mmf..."
Soft lips met, his thick tongue probing her mouth everywhere.
—Swish...
"Hnnngh...!"
His spread hand cupped her pussy gently, stroking. The warmth, comfort, lewd tingle roughened her breath.
His hand slid slowly to her lower belly, navel, solar plexus, then tenderly gripped her breasts.
—Knead... streeetch...
"Ngh, mm, mmm..."
Pinching nipples lightly with the breast massage felt perfect.
Finally escaping pleasure's storm, she savored happy afterglow.
'Mm... breast massage is great... mouth massage too good... Hyunwoo's saliva tastes yummy... can I suck a little...?'
Yoon Chaerin closed her eyes.
Fine with eyes open, but she couldn't face his intense gaze up close.
His straight stare into her eyes.
—Thump, thump...!
Her heart pounded like it might burst.
But closed eyes changed little.
'Eyes shut, it feels like... kissing Hyunwoo...'
—Thump, thump, thump!!
Feeling like a real kiss with Hyunwoo made her heart feel ready to explode.