Chapter 86
Chapter 86
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 86
Chapter Title: Unable to Refuse the Trusted Junior's Demand
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"Ah, ahaha... I did tidy up in a rush, but since you came so suddenly, please understand, junior~"
"I don't mind."
It was nearing 10 p.m.
Minjeong couldn't bring herself to turn down her college junior who had suddenly decided to drop by her one-room apartment where she lived alone as a woman.
'I should have just told Myungjin to stay the night...'
She regretted sending her boyfriend, who had stopped by briefly in the evening, away.
He had subtly hinted at wanting to spend the night, but ever since sex with her boyfriend stopped satisfying her the way massages did, she'd found it a bit tedious and sent him home, claiming she was tired.
She loved Do Myungjin, her boyfriend of long standing with whom she got along so well, but she couldn't bring herself to enjoy sex that paled in comparison to massages.
'He's not going to do anything weird... but damn, this feels awkward...'
Her junior Jang Hyunwoo, whom she'd grown close to through massages, was someone who was both comfortable and uncomfortable to be around.
He had a mild personality, gave amazing massages, and provided conveniences like on-credit sessions, making him incredibly grateful to have around.
But that very fact made her uneasy.
Beyond the on-credit tabs, what really weighed on her conscience was how he was constantly booking up massage room slots that she couldn't even pay for upfront.
'The clubroom massages still have insane reservation wars...'
Being able to book directly without going through Startele alone was an enormous privilege.
No more fighting reservation battles for a full week—or now down to three days straight—to get a session.
Plus, at the massage room, he even offered sensual massages that he didn't do at the university.
The pleasure from those sensual massages, the ecstasy that melted her body, had already crossed into addiction territory.
That's why she, who hadn't had a bad sense of money before, was racking up over a million won in credit already.
And so.
"You said you had something to talk about? Sit on the bed. I'll sit on the floor..."
"No need for that. Sit next to me."
"N-next to you? Nah, that'd make talking awkward~ I'm fine..."
"Just sit. It's not awkward."
"W-well... if that's what you want, I guess I have no choice~"
Today, her junior felt strangely stiff and stern, and Minjeong found herself unable to defy him.
She couldn't refuse Jang Hyunwoo's requests or demands.
'If more people start booking, even my spot might be at risk.'
Now that he had a girlfriend, he'd need time for dates, and if crowds grew in the meantime, 'credit customers' like her would naturally get pushed back.
In truth, the guaranteed reservation slots mattered far more than the credit itself.
Yet he still accommodated her without issue, purely out of his own goodwill.
It made her grateful yet guilty, burdening her with a massive sense of debt.
A weight beyond the credit amount crushed her.
That's why she did little chores like cleaning the massage room without complaint whenever he asked.
'But what does he want to talk about at this hour? He even has a pretty girlfriend now... Coming on so heavy and scary for no reason.'
Still, having a male junior show up late at night wasn't exactly welcome. Just letting him into her room made her feel sorry toward her boyfriend.
Of course, telling him "no" when he wanted to talk wasn't even an option.
Whatever her inner thoughts, she put on her usual bright smile and cheerful demeanor.
"So, what's up? Girlfriend advice? If that's it, this big sis is the expert! As a fellow woman, I can spill all of Haeun's secrets!"
"No. It's... not exactly that, but kinda is. Sis."
"Okay, okay. Spill it."
"You know the credit's piled up to about two million won already, right?"
"...Yeah, I know! But I said you could pay it back slowly... y-you remember, right...?"
"I did say that."
Minjeong's heart pounded.
Just a simple confirmation of facts filled her with guilt and anxiety that she might not get massages until she paid up, crushing her chest.
"R-right! My boyfriend even wants to grab a meal with you sometime—he asked me to check your schedule! Thanks to your massages, my condition's been peak, and I aced my exams~ So he's grateful─"
"Does your boyfriend know about the credit?"
"H-he... of course not... please don't tell him. Okay? His family's not well-off, so he couldn't cover it even if he wanted to... He'd definitely try to pay it off if he knew! And it'd be a huge strain...!"
"I see. Well, I don't really want to drag him into our business anyway."
"Right? I've been trusting you completely─"
"But words alone won't cut it."
She tried to steer the topic lightly, but unlike usual, Jang Hyunwoo didn't play along.
The playful banter they always shared was nowhere to be seen.
"Then...?"
"If you solve one of my problems, sis, I'll keep giving you massages whenever you want and won't bug you about the credit at all."
"Problem? What... problem...?"
Leaning forward with an ominous smile, he instilled a different kind of anxiety in Minjeong.
"I've just started dating Haeun, you know."
"Ah! The honeymoon phase~ Couples are inseparable at first. Especially when your girlfriend's Haeun. Doesn't just looking at her make you happy?"
"Sure, but you know there's that one thing couples have to do, right? Especially when your girlfriend's hot—the guy just can't hold back. You get that, sis?"
"W-well~ Haeun won't... let you?"
"You think Im Haeun would give it up right away?"
"...No. Even if it weren't her, not in just two weeks... I-I wouldn't either...?"
What kind of request was he building up to with this talk?
Vaguely, instinctively.
Sensing what lay at the end of this, Minjeong shrank back.
His gaze increasingly blatantly fixed on her perky breasts.
She prayed it was just her imagination.
But.
"Right? But dating Haeun makes it so hard to hold back. So..."
"J-junior? Hyunwoo? You're not thinking something weird─"
"Help me out, sis."
"W-what...? Kyaa!!"
Her ominous premonition was spot on.
Like a sudden acceleration, Jang Hyunwoo's hand landed on her thigh, exposed below her shorts.
The disgust in that moment.
The revulsion of another man's— not her boyfriend's—hand touching her body.
At the same time, memories of massages surfaced: skin heating up the instant he touched, that warmth and coziness.
The clash made her scream, and she grabbed his hand on her thigh with both of hers.
'I-I thought maybe... but why would he suddenly do this to me...!'
She should slap him and kick him out.
She'd pay back the credit somehow, and until then, get out before she called the cops—that's what any sane person would do.
Yet somehow, she couldn't.
Even gripping his large hand, she couldn't shove him away carelessly.
With a trembling voice.
"H-H-Hyunwoo... this joke... i-it's really troubling, you know? You know I've got a boyfriend I'm seriously in love with... a-and you have a girlfriend too... you're dating Haeun..."
She admonished him.
Desperately hoping this was just a prank that crossed the line, a mistake.
But Jang Hyunwoo didn't stop.
—Rub...!
"Hik...!"
Ignoring the two small hands gripping his, he kneaded her thigh.
With a face showing no hint of playfulness, he said.
"No one finds out, so who cares? Just once, on the down-low."
Demanding something so bold and trashy, so calmly.
"W-what...? How can you say that...! H-how?!"
"How? I just want to fuck you because you're turning me on, so I'm asking you."
"No way I'd agree to th─"
"Even after I've always prioritized your bookings, given you massages on credit without interest?"
"Th-that's..."
"Say it. No?"
"......"
Just credit, just massages.
She should dismiss it like that and say no, but the words wouldn't come.
She was convinced his massages were at their lowest point now, every day a low.
Reservations would overflow more, prices would rise.
He'd guaranteed her those massages, let her have them on credit despite no money... and she'd believed it would continue.
If she pissed him off here, she might never get another.
No matter how much money she had.
'No... without that... I can't hold on...'
Minjeong knew she couldn't endure it.
Since getting massages on credit, she'd plunged deeper, like addicted to some drug.
Even without penis massages. Just hand massages alone sent her to heaven-like bliss.
Making even a day or two's wait feel agonizingly regrettable.
If she lost them forever—
"...C-can't... something else work? I-I'm good at cleaning. I'll go every day and clean your massage room, your house, even the clubroom if you want. Anything else you need, I'll make it happen somehow... so please, not this..."
In the end, she begged.
Minjeong pleaded desperately.
Anything but giving her body.
She didn't want to betray the boyfriend she'd dated since freshman year, waited through his military service for, and now dreamed of marrying.
Even if sex hadn't satisfied her lately, that had nothing to do with her love.
Pouring her heart into the plea.
But.
"Sis."
"Y-yeah..."
"Forget that. Let's just fuck."
"......!!"
"I'll keep your boyfriend in the dark, and handle all your bookings and credit from now on."
"H-Hyunwoo..."
"One night of fun with me. Fair trade for all the favors."
"Th..."
"Move your hands."
"......"
Jang Hyunwoo wouldn't have it. He spat roughly.
Her head spun.
How had she racked up so much credit? Why were his massages so good they ensnared her like this?
Because of them, she couldn't bring herself to reject this junior invading her apartment for this.
She felt insane amid the thick confusion, her body trembling.
Yet, in the end.
"Good choice."
She let go of his hand.
Had to move it away.
Bowing her head in self-loathing... she allowed Jang Hyunwoo's strokes on her thigh—and worse.
—Stroke... knead, knead...!
"Eut..."
With no resistance, his hand roamed her thigh freely.
It was repulsive.
Like bugs crawling over her.
Amid it, tingles of illicit pleasure rose, but she ignored them desperately.
—Squeeze...
Jang Hyunwoo pressed his hip close, wrapping an arm around her back. Gripping her waist.
Yet Minjeong couldn't move.
'Sorry... I'm sorry, Myungjin... I'm a crazy bitch...'
She just apologized to her boyfriend inwardly.
Cursed her stupid self, addicted enough to rack up debt for massages, unable to let go even now, offering her body.
"I thought it during massages too, but your skin's so nice, sis. Feels good to stroke."
"...Shut up. I never thought... you'd be this kind of guy..."
"Ooh, scary. We're about to suck and fuck each other, so don't be like that. Let's see what bra pretty Jeong's wearing today~"
—Stroke...
"Euk... you...!"
"Pink? Suits you. What's up?"
"...Kut..."
Even as she snapped, he ignored it, blatantly peeking inside her t-shirt.
His teasing attitude boiled her blood.
Her view of him as a 'good, kind junior' plummeted below rock bottom.
But she could do nothing.
—Stroke, stroke, swish...
"Your cute tummy pudge is killer~"
Even as he slipped a hand under her t-shirt, playfully caressing her belly.
—Grip... knead...!
"Heuk...!"
"Wow, these tits are so soft... small and perfect fit in my hand."
Even as he grabbed and kneaded the breasts she'd only allowed her boyfriend.
—Swish...
"...Ahng! Eum...!"
Even as he slyly pulled down her bra, fingering her nipple.
She couldn't refuse.
"Huh, your nipple's... you like me touching it that much?"
"N-no! It's not f-feeling good... heup...!"
She knew her nipple had hardened.
Knew her body was heating up to his touch.
'Disgusting... not even a massage, why does his hand make me... no...!'
But she refused to admit feeling it from this man's hand, tantamount to blackmail.
She bit her hand to stifle moans.
As he toyed with her body side-by-side on the bed.
"Sis. Stand up and come in front of me."
"......"
Jang Hyunwoo pulled away and ordered.
Minjeong sighed in relief at his hand leaving, silently rising from the bed as told.
Standing before him, avoiding his eyes, waiting for the next command.
"Take it all off. Underwear too."
"...T-take it off?"
"We're gonna fuck. What's with the surprise? I wanna watch you strip, so do it yourself."
"Euk..."
A shocking order followed.
Minjeong bit her lip hard.
Yet with trembling hands, she slowly gripped the hem of her t-shirt and lifted—
—Ding!
"...N-no!!"
The moment she tried, she curled up at Jang Hyunwoo raising his phone camera.
"What's no?"
"N-no filming..."
"No filming? Says who?"
"Please... no videos... huck... please..."
Her sharp disappointment, betrayal, rage crumbling as she collapsed to the floor, begging Jang Hyunwoo.
Knowing she'd have to yield if he forced it.
Desperate not to leave traces of betraying her boyfriend.
She begged through tears.
Looking down, Jang Hyunwoo rolled his eyes, then smirked and lowered his phone.
"Fine, I'll let that slide."
"Heuk... th-thank... you..."
"But obey everything. You're fucking me tonight anyway? Make it feel good."
"...Got it..."
"Then stand and finish stripping. Dying to see your pussy and tits."
"......"
"Hesitate again, and I'll photograph every inch and video the sex."
"I-I'll do it... happy now...?"
At least no video—that small mercy as she stood.
And hurriedly stripped.
His warning didn't sound empty.
—Swish...
She pulled off her short-sleeved t-shirt first.
Her pink bra covering her modest breasts came into view.
Next, her shorts...
"Heut..."
Unable to drop them right away, tears in her eyes.
Hesitating a moment gripping them.
"......"
"......!!"
She caught him slyly raising his phone again.
Minjeong gritted her teeth and yanked down her shorts.
—Swish! Thud...
"Huck..."
Exposing her pink lingerie to a man not her boyfriend brought fresh tears.
Regardless, Jang Hyunwoo grinned pleasurably and ordered.
"That lingerie looks good on you? Turn around, bend over. Lemme see that back view."
"......"
—Turn
She didn't want to respond. Silently turned and bent at the waist.
"Whoa, back view's hot? Round ass, plump pussy lips... damn, you're wet?"
—Prod...
"Hauk...!"
"Pussy's hot, steaming. Nice to see you're prepped for some secret cheating fun."
—Slap!
"Eut!"
"That's enough. Turn back and finish stripping."
Even as he toyed with her pussy over her panties, slapped her ass, mocked her with boyfriend jabs.
She stayed meek.
"......"
—Snap...
She unhooked and removed her bra.
Her pretty, modest breasts—like overturned soy sauce dishes—and nipples exposed.
Finally.
'Just one day... endure just today. Close my eyes for this one night...'
Repeating inwardly.
—Tug... swish!
She slid off her panties.
A thread of arousal connected briefly. Her soaked panty crotch too.
Humiliating.
But hiding it, she straightened casually.
"A-all... off... good...?"
"Hands behind. No covering."
"......"
She put her hands behind her.
Thus, fully exposed.
"Kya... way different from the massage room view. Look at these cute tits and pussy."
"Huck..."
Her naked body, shown only to her boyfriend... to Jang Hyunwoo.
Without hiding a thing.
'Whew... got a bit nervous there. Gotta talk a little more than expected.'
This is what it feels like forcing a credit customer, huh?
Okay. Confirmed.