Breast Massage Ignites the Boss's Flooding Desire

With her wet panties dangling off one leg over the edge of the bed, she said, "Seohwi, we don't think this is weird since it's our job—just give me a good massage—"

She's right, no need to overthink it! Just focus on the massage! Regaining his confidence, Seohwi grabbed Han Chae-ah's breasts—glowing with that bluish light—with both hands.

"Oh! Oh my... Seohwi...!"

Seohwi quickly released Han Chae-ah's breasts in surprise.

Did I grab too hard...?

"Ah, no... keep going. It just hit me all at once and startled me."

"Ma'am... I'm not great at controlling my strength yet... Did it hurt? I'll go slower."

"Mm... mmm... Do whatever feels right, Seohwi. And since this is a bit embarrassing, could you turn off the main lights in the treatment room?"

Seohwi switched off the main lights, leaving only the soft indirect lighting casting a faint yellow glow toward the ceiling. In the dimness, the curves of Han Chae-ah's body lying on the bed stood out even more dramatically. Even reclined, her breasts exuded impressive volume, their subtle peaks catching the gentle light.

Seohwi paused, admiring inwardly.

Her body's insanely good... Must be all that effort as CEO to maintain it. If she had a boyfriend, he'd be one lucky bastard... Jealous!

He chided himself for the lewd thought, feeling superficial. Focus—only ease her sore spots. He approached the bed again, lightening his touch as he gently caressed her breasts. He'd never handled a woman's breasts before and hadn't realized how soft and plush they could be. Was he massaging to clear her qi meridians, or just because he wanted to keep touching? He was getting confused.

Still, if I don't clear this, she'll stay fatigued... No dirty thoughts—just do a good job!

Seohwi slowed his rhythm, pressing firmly between her collarbone and upper breasts. Wherever his hands went, the bluish light faded and vanished.

Fuck, this feels so damn good... Driving me crazy. How can a kid like this give a massage that hits so hard? It's too thrilling—I can barely hold back.

I had sex with Taejin just the other day, and my libido's exploding like this...? Haah... Not like I'm starved, but my pussy's gushing so much...

I don't get it, Han Chae-ah... You're a pro! So why am I craving his hands more with every stroke...? This is weird!

My panties are soaked, practically glued to my pussy... Should I just tell him to touch harder...?

Han Chae-ah's mind swirled with chaotic thoughts as her inner walls throbbed urgently. Seohwi slid his hands lower, finishing the meridians around her collarbone and upper chest before targeting the brightest spot: her areola.

Was it nerves? Seohwi was sweating profusely now, and unwittingly, the sweat from his hands seeped into her breasts, areola, and nipples, absorbed by her skin.

Even when Seohwi spread his hands wide to grip them, her breasts threatened to overflow between his fingers. He circled her areola slowly, easing the meridians—but Han Chae-ah, unaware of the light or meridians, struggled against her mounting lust.

Up close during the massage, Seohwi examined her breasts: pale skin, full mounds, light brown areolae dotted with faint pinkish bumps, firm nipples atop them. The texture under his fingertips was incredible. Her porcelain skin made veins faintly visible across her breasts and torso—sexy as hell, he thought.

As he kneaded and caressed, her white breasts flushed peach-pink with heat. No naughty thoughts, he told himself, focusing harder. The more diligently he massaged, the fainter the blue light grew.

The harder Seohwi worked, the more he sweated, and with

continuously triggering, Han Chae-ah absorbing his sweat through her breasts felt her lust gauge on the verge of bursting.

Suddenly, a drop of sweat from Seohwi's face plopped right into her cleavage.

"Hnn... hnnngh!!!"

To her, that single drop felt like a bucket of semen drenching her entire body. Han Chae-ah gasped raggedly, her rationality hanging by a thread.

The room echoed only with Seohwi's focused breaths as he gripped and massaged her breasts, and ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Han Chae-ah's lust-filled pants.

"Seohwi... from that table over there, hnn... hngh!!! Get the massage oil. Ahh, ahng—!"

"Yes, ma'am."

"Ahng, ahhk... P-put oil on my breasts and do it. You're doing great, Seohwi..."

Without a word, Seohwi squirted a long stream of oil over her breasts. Already glistening faintly from her sweat and his, now slicked evenly, they sparkled in the dim room.

Mixed with his breaths, her moans, and the sticky squelching of oiled breasts being kneaded, the sounds alone ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠turned the air thick with obscenity.

Seohwi tried his utmost to stay professional and clear her meridians, but his cock had hardened rock-solid in his pants, refusing to ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠soften in the erotic tension. Precum oozed copiously from the tip, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠gluing his glans to his underwear like adhesive. When he shifted stance, it tugged free with a faint sting.

Schlick!

Shit! Stay sharp. No weird thoughts about the boss...!

The brief prick on his glans snapped Seohwi back to focus. The blue light on her breasts was now just a faint trace around her nipples. He gently rolled her erect nipples between thumb and forefinger.

Like tweaking an audio knob, each caress made her moans swell and fade in waves.

Han Chae-ah, are you losing it...? Aura's CEO acting like this? Hell yeah! Fuck, his hands are too sweet and electric... My brain's melting... Panties soaked, pussy fully glued... Should I beg him to suck it...?

Han Chae-ah bucked her hips on the bed, mind in turmoil. She grabbed Seohwi's hand on her nipple, shyly asking,

"Um... Seohwi... Could you suck my breasts with your mouth...? There's oral massage too—consider it a test."

"Ah! With my mouth? Y-yes, sure!"

Caught off-guard by her sudden request, Seohwi recovered quickly.

If she's asking like that, the meridians must feel great. Gotta suck too.

Bracing both hands on the bed, he brought his lips to her nipple. Han Chae-ah watched his head descend, imagining how intense it'd feel after his hands alone were so good.

As his face neared, his warm breath hit her breast. Just that made her erect nipples tighten further.

Seohwi engulfed her right nipple.

"Ahngggh—!!!! Fuck, yes!!"

"Mmph mmph mmhmm?" (Ma'am, you okay?)

Muffled around her breast, Seohwi instinctively swirled his tongue over nipple and areola. He licked circles around the areola, then pressed the tip hard.

Caught by his aggressive tongue, Han Chae-ah unwittingly hugged his head with both arms, lifting her upper body slightly while lying down.

"Seohwi... suck harder... the other side too... stronger... fuck, it's so good I'm going insane...!!!"

Perplexed by her sudden acceleration but obliging, Seohwi lavished her left breast with saliva too. The moment his hot saliva hit her areola, she felt paralyzed, like potent aphrodisiac injected straight into her veins.

As he pressed her nipple with his tongue and suckled the areola repeatedly, she nearly blacked out from pleasure.

Seohwi pulled back briefly to check—the blue light on her chest was completely gone.

"Ma'am, seems like I've cleared all the fatigue now. Feeling better?"

Rising, he tried sweeping the slick massage oil from her breasts toward her stomach. His hand slipped, diving past her navel into her uniform.

Startled, Seohwi yanked back—but the tight uniform trapped his hand. Struggling twisted it, inadvertently rubbing her panty-clad pussy. Oddly, the fabric felt sticky and viscous.

"M-ma'am, my hand slipped...!"

"I-it's fine. No, w-wait—don't pull it out. Touch me a little...?"

"Where...?"

"Didn't you feel it too, Seohwi? My panties are drenched with juices right now..."

Seohwi glanced down—no light visible, so no need for more massage.

"Ma'am, I think we've done enough for today."

"Enough? What do you mean enough...!"

Han Chae-ah undid her uniform's buttons and zipper, roughly seizing Seohwi's hand over her panties and pressing his fingers into her pussy. He yanked away in shock; she glared resentfully.

"Fine, just stand there by the bed then... I'm so fucking turned on right now...!"

With that, she kicked off her disheveled skirt uniform to the floor. Drawing her legs up, she peeled off her panties with both hands. So much pussy juice poured out that even midway, her pussy clung to the fabric, stretching it. One leg freed roughly, the other stuck as fluids strung between. Panties dangling off one leg over the bed's edge, she eyed Seohwi through slitted lids.

Thread-like fluids from the panties' crotch smeared her thigh. No more hesitation—shame, embarrassment be damned. Her right hand dove to her exposed pussy.

Always Brazilian waxed smooth as a baby's skin, now flooded with nectar, it gleamed distinctly axe-shaped in the dark room.

Seohwi stood frozen, flustered. This wasn't the poised CEO from first impressions: massive breasts glistening, pussy overflowing uncontrollably—a duality that stiffened his cock painfully.

Han Chae-ah rubbed her pussy in masturbation, her left hand fumbling at Seohwi's zipper.

"Hey, fuck... Aren't you gonna strip...? You're about to burst too, right...?!"

"Y-yes? Ma'am, what's wrong? W-what?"

"Your. Cock."

Her explosive demand left Seohwi's head spinning. Cautiously, he said,

"M-ma'am..."