Chapter 8
Chapter 8
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 8
Chapter Title: Kneading My Friend's Sister-in-Law's Body
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After taking Moon Seokho's reservation for an outcall.
Customers flooded in today.
Even more than yesterday.
They all had that vibe of "I was bored, and you just happened to be in the right place at the right time," suddenly buzzing about word-of-mouth and wanting to try my massage.
The female classmates who'd only gossiped about it nearby until yesterday were now subtly showing interest.
"Can you just do my hands and wrists?"
"That's a thousand won. Wanna try?"
"You really don't have to pay if you don't like it, right?"
Stuff like that.
And sure enough.
"Whoa... whoa? What the hell! This guy's legit good!"
"That good, sis?"
"Yeah! I think Jang Hyunwoo is better than that Thai massage I got before? That one just hurt..."
"...Should I try it too? I heard Haeun was raving about it..."
Every single one left satisfied. Once I did a couple, the inquiries exploded.
I found out later that Im Haeun's influence was huge in getting the girls started like this.
Im Haeun, who shows zero interest in any guy besides her twin brother—not even a sliver—came to me personally for another massage.
And when someone checked with her, she praised my skills.
The ripple from her endorsement was way bigger than Seokho's promo.
Like when an influencer recommends a spot and customers swarm after.
Handling all those inquiries alone would've been a headache, but luckily Seokho kept helping out.
"Right now? No can do. Boss Jang Hyunwoo's massages aren't first-come, first-served. Two people waiting behind already."
Maybe because I'd promised to massage his sister-in-law after? He was super enthusiastic.
There were way more requests than expected, and it was honestly tiring, but seeing the MP pile up gave me a dopamine rush and energy I didn't know I had.
By afternoon, the limit hit anyway.
"Let's call it here. If I get any more drained, I won't be able to do your sister-in-law."
"Can't have that! Hey, head out!"
"Aw, why! It's my turn!"
I chuckled at the desperate look from the next classmate in line.
My guess? This guy didn't really need a massage; he just wanted it for small talk ammo with the girls.
Seokho didn't blink.
"I'll put you first tomorrow..."
"Tomorrow's the weekend?"
"Next time, first in line. Go home. He's beat."
"Just me, come on?"
"No. Scram."
"Dude, what is this guy on payroll for? Manager?"
"Damn right, my manager."
"Shit."
I really need to check my stamina.
No matter how many customers, my hands give out—I don't have confidence for over ten a day.
Even with breaks for lectures after one or two, massaging hard for 10-20 minutes each was more draining than expected.
I turned away more customers than I served...
Anyway.
'Whoa, look at these points rolling in.'
Daily quests done, weekly quests cleared in a flash.
Plus eight customers.
Already 190 MP banked.
At this pace, unlocking body parts every few days would be a breeze.
Not that I planned to.
'Play the long game. Can't turn away customers if stamina's low— that's priority one. Dexterity too... My base is high, and the app helps satisfaction, but same level every time and they'll get bored quick.'
Thinking of Im Haeun or Bae Yuri made that 500 MP butt unlock tempting as hell.
But 500 MP could pump stamina by ten-plus points right now.
'Hold back. Patience.'
Pushing down the little head trying to overrule the big one, I packed my bag.
"Boss. I'll escort you. This way."
"Alright. Taxi called?"
"Arriving at the main gate in three minutes, boss!"
"Mm."
About 15 minutes by taxi brought us to Seokho's brother's apartment.
High-end complex—looked pricey at a glance.
As we passed the entrance, I asked Seokho.
"What's with the extreme devotion? You close with your sister-in-law?"
"Yeah. Big age gap with my bro, so he always babied me, and she joined in. Probably visited me most in the army too."
"Didn't you go to some remote post? Makes sense she'd go that far. Your bro's ten years older than us? Sister-in-law too?"
"Bro's eleven years. Sis-in-law a bit younger. She's... 28 this year? 29? Around there."
"Got it."
Light small talk.
I was beat, had to buy mats and uniforms later... Just wanted to massage her quick and bounce.
Of course, grateful to Seokho lately, so I'd squeeze out remaining strength for at least 30 minutes solid.
We rode the elevator to the 15th floor and rang the intercom at the door right there.
Moments later, it opened.
─Click!
"Seokho? Come on in, you must be tired."
"I'm here, sis. This is the massage pro friend I told you about."
"Hello. I'm Jang Hyunwoo, Seokho's friend who's good at massages."
"Hehe, I've heard a lot. I'm Ji Suyeon, Seokho's sister-in-law. Thanks for coming."
Seokho's sister-in-law greeted us warmly.
I didn't show it, but I was honestly stunned at first sight.
'She's a beauty.'
The word fit her perfectly.
Her long hair cascading softly, the calm smile on her face, the dress hinting at cleavage, her poise.
Exuding femininity, you could say.
Face alone, maybe Im Haeun or Bae Yuri edge her out, but she had this vibe that made a guy's heart race.
And above all.
'Those tits are insane...'
Her breasts were huge.
Like, seriously massive.
Big enough one hand couldn't cup them, proudly jutting under the dress.
'Chronic shoulder stiffness makes sense now.'
Carrying those around? No wonder the shoulders knot up.
My eyes kept drifting there.
Tried my best not to look, but instinct glued them.
"Hey. What do you think?"
"...Huh? What about?"
"What else? Sis-in-law's condition."
"What do you mean? Her whole shoulders look tense."
"Knew it?"
As Seokho asked while we followed her to the living room, I gave a vague answer.
Anyone could see that grabbing a passerby.
Who wouldn't notice with those tits?
"My shoulders have been bad for ages. Therapy helps briefly, but... Your friend fixed Seokho's back knot in one go, so I had to call you here. Sorry for the hassle."
"No, no. Seokho helps me tons usually... Uh, hey, Moon Seokho. How do I address your sister-in-law?"
"...No idea?"
"You're useless, seriously!"
"Won't see her often, no biggie. Just call her sis. Sis, cool?"
Ji Suyeon nodded with a smile.
"Call me whatever's comfy. You're Seokho's friend."
"Then... sis it is. You talk casual too, sis."
"Sure thing."
By the time we settled titles, we reached the living room.
Seokho and I sat side-by-side on the long sofa; Suyeon sis—prep done?—brought drinks from the kitchen and sat in a single-seater apart.
"Thanks."
"Just juice, sorry. And you're doing a massage too."
"We doing it now, right? Sis, don't freak out when you feel it."
"Must be really good. Seokho's been hyping you non-stop in chats since yesterday."
"Eh, well..."
I trailed off, scanning Suyeon sis's full body with my eyes.
'Shoulders obviously knotted all over... Saw her walk earlier—lower back, legs, wrists too. Whole body's a ward.'
Quick focused check done, I sipped my drink and set the glass down.
"Looks like you're in rough shape overall, sis."
"Told ya. Even docs gave up on her shoulders."
"Not just shoulders."
"Huh?"
Ignoring Seokho's wide-eyed surprise, I met Suyeon sis's gaze.
Her eyes widened slightly, waiting.
I tossed it out casually, like no big deal.
"Lower back and hips. Both wrists... right one's worse, back of left thigh... right calf too, right? And ankles a bit?"
"......!!"
"Ain't that your whole body hurting? For real, sis?"
"How in the world..."
"Could tell from your walk."
They freaked at my pinpoint accuracy.
I just gave a small smile instead of explaining.
Talking too much looks try-hard.
Plus, older beauty like her—wanted to seem mature.
"Sis, for real! That's hospital-level—"
"No, not as bad as shoulders. No need. Just household chore aches..."
"Still too much! No way. Hyunwoo, start the massage quick. Sis'll get sick at this rate."
"I ain't got forever, so starting now's good... What do you think, sis?"
"Huh?"
"Planned shoulders only, but if you want, I can do the rest too. Sound good?"
"Obviously! Sis, trust me—let him do it. It'll all melt away."
My nudge, Seokho's hard sell.
Suyeon sis, still dazed from shock, nodded blankly.
"Uh, yeah... Could you...?"
"My pleasure. But with those spots... Got somewhere comfy to lie down, sis?"
Ji Suyeon was genuinely shocked.
Cute young master she'd known forever, Moon Seokho, had messaged nonstop last night hyping him, but she couldn't buy it all.
Spotting pain spots at a glance? Back knots gone after one session?
'Seokho worries too much... Can't mention shoulders around him anymore. Still... yeah. Might as well try.'
Less faith in the friend's skill, more joy at the sweet kid's concern—she decided to indulge.
Waited lighthearted, smiled warmly at the chummy pair.
That smile shattered soon enough.
"Lower back and hips. Both wrists... right one's worse, back of left thigh... right calf too, right? And ankles a bit?"
Never in her 28 years had she been this stunned.
'Spot on. Every aching spot... Didn't even tell hubby to worry him...'
Heart dropped.
So she numbly nodded to Hyunwoo's offer beyond shoulders.
Soon, she fetched blankets from the bedroom, spread in the living room.
Couldn't use the master bed.
"I'll be in the way, huh? I'll chill in that room—take good care of sis."
"Got it. Call when done—go play."
"Sis, speak up if anything else hurts. Gotta catch him when he's free."
"Yeah..."
Seokho dipped to a side room; just us two left.
"Alright, sis. Lie face-down comfy."
"Okay."
"Oh. Dress might wrinkle during—cool with that?"
"Fine. It's my home lounger."
"Roger."
A bit uneasy handing her body to this stranger-kid of Seokho's, a touch embarrassing... but she lay down obediently.
Breasts too big for flat prone; propped head on arms.
Shadow fell over her.
'Eek...'
Hyunwoo straddled her hips, positioning atop.
She flinched a bit but trusted him, relaxed.
He came this far on a friend's request—no way she'd doubt that heart.
Her trusting nature too.
"Sis, shoulders to back, wrists, thighs, legs down the line—tell me if it hurts."
"Got it..."
"Oh! Any extras you want done, speak up."
"Mm. Will do."
"Then... here goes!"
And the massage began.
─Crunch!
"Mm! Ngh... haa... this... ah...!"
Thick, large hands crushed mercilessly into her shoulders.
Rough and firm feel, but the palm and finger stimuli forced sounds from her.
'Feels... ah! So good... seriously... haa... he's amazing...'
Under 30 seconds, faith in his skill bloomed.
Got why Seokho raved.
Lifelong shoulder torment melted under each touch.
─Squeeze!!
"Hnnngh...!!"
"This spot looked bad—went hard. Okay?"
"Ah, ngh, yeah... f-fine... keep going... like this..."
Embarrassing noises escaped, but she brushed off shame.
Made sounds at PT or aesthetic shops too.
Not this relieving then, so not this intense... anyway.
Trivial compared to the violent refreshment bordering pleasure.
"Haa, haa... mmph..."
Ecstatic release as shoulder and scapula muscles unwound one by one.
Hands moved to lower back; brief regret.
But─
─Slide... squeeze...!
"Hnnngh...!"
Her waist arched slightly.
Here too. Lower back was heavenly.
─Zap...!
"Hah... H-Hyunwoo... there..."
"Yes?"
"A bit harder... please...? Deeper..."
"Ah, deep and hard? ...Slow wave spread, yeah that fits."
"Huh...?"
"Nothing. Got it—like that─!"
"Ngh... heek...!"
Like electricity surging.
How's he this good?
Architecture major like Seokho—where'd he learn this?
Can I request again...
Such thoughts swirled as his hands slid lower.
─Knead, knead...!
"Hik...! Ah...!"
Careful? Skipped risky near-butt for upper thighs.
'So... refreshing... is that why... a little... that feeling...'
Faint heat stirring between legs.
Calves next.
"Mmmph... haaa..."
Melted voice leaked; daily chore-abused legs perfectly loosened.
Incredible speed.
"Whew... that's it."
"Ah... Huh? Al-ready?"
"Yup. About 30 minutes. Wanted more, but arms are shot... Did tons at school today."
"Already 30 minutes..."
Unbelievable.
Too blissful—lost track of time.
Craved more, but seeing him rub his arms guilt-tripped her.
'Shame... Once more top to bottom... And...'
Swallowed words stuck in throat.
Shoulders, back, legs: better, looser, though slightly short.
But one spot.
Always knotted like shoulders—heavy still.
'Breasts... always tense here too... If only this got relief...'
Couldn't ask for breast massage.
He was Seokho's 23-year-old guy friend first, masseur second.
Too regretful to leave untouched.
Body felt airborne already—add breasts? Paradise.
'If only I could ask...'
If he weren't Seokho's vital young guy, but purely a masseur.
She'd ask without hesitation─
'...Maybe it's okay? If Hyunwoo allows... He's a masseur by trade. This skilled.'
Snap—mental lock undone; it didn't seem weird anymore.
Her home—not proper massage spot. Hard to broach.
But in a real 'massage room'? Like a doc's exam.
Embarrassing, but normal.
Definitely.
"Great job, Hyunwoo. Thanks so much. Never felt this refreshed and light."
"Really? Phew... First non-classmate, was worried—glad it worked."
"Yeah, amazing. So... loved it so much, got a request."
"Request?"
Bit embarrassing, she half-covered mouth, whispered.
Convinced it wasn't weird, but still indirect.
"Hey... next time, could you do it somewhere 'else'? Wanna request... more spots."
Asking 'masseur' Jang Hyunwoo, not the kid-friend.
