Under the Bed Panic – The VVIP's Blocked Meridians

Grabbed by the nape with Cha Suyeon's voluptuous breasts fully exposed, Seohwi panicked. 'Eh, a customer is coming in? What do I do? This shop is strictly women-only, so a guy like me can't be here...'

'I don't know...!!! Hide first!!!' Seohwi frantically scanned for a hiding spot and dove under the middle bed out of the three. The underside was draped with a large towel all the way to the floor, giving him an inexplicable surge of confidence that he wouldn't be spotted.

Seohwi had chosen to hide because if the customer saw a man like him in the shop, it would put Han Chae-ah in a tough spot. The long dark gray silk towel draped over the bed reached the floor, completely blocking any view underneath from outside. From his position, Seohwi could only make out the shoes of whoever stood right in front of the bed.

Crouched awkwardly under the massage bed, he held his breath as the click of high heels grew closer. The customer and Chae-ah chatted about recent updates and light gossip. From her voice, Seohwi guessed she was in her thirties or forties.

"Director Chae-ah~ Traffic ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠was a nightmare on the way here, sorry I'm late~"

"Oh my— Madam, you're not late at all. Please, lie face down. Today I'll focus on a deep, refreshing treatment to help you drift off into sound sleep."

The customer seemed like a regular at Aura, exchanging small talk with Chae-ah as the rustle of her changing into a gown filled the room. Seohwi held his breath, praying she wouldn't choose the middle bed.

But against his hopes, the madam lay face down on the exact bed where Seohwi was hiding.

'Gah!' Seohwi startled and curled his body tighter toward the foot of the bed. The massage beds had a hole for the face, so lying face down with eyes open meant a clear view underneath.

'If she spots me, I'm done...'

As the madam settled her face into the hole, the light under the bed cut off completely, plunging it into near darkness. Chae-ah turned on soft BGM in the treatment room and prepared the oil massage. Seohwi glimpsed her enamel shoes peeking under the towel's edge—black with round metal ornaments that glinted and shifted as she moved.

Curious, Seohwi peered closer and realized the reflections were showing Chae-ah's no-panties state. His cock started hardening again.

A fully naked VVIP lay sprawled on the bed above him, and right beside her stood Chae-ah, fresh from titfucking him, bottomless. It left Seohwi flustered.

'Please, just let this end without a hitch so I can slip out safely...!!!'

While Chae-ah applied oil and kneaded with firm pressure, Seohwi endured his cramped position. Trapped under the bed in such an awkward pose, he began to overheat, sweat beading on his skin, his breathing growing ragged.

'This position sucks... Starting to sweat now... How much longer?'

The madam, mid-massage, spoke up again. "Director Chae-ah, go a bit harder today. But why do you look extra gorgeous today?"

"Pardon...? Oh, me? Haha, must be the dim lighting."

"No way... I've known you for over three years now, and your skin is insane today. Your face is glowing, and there's this sexy vibe—your skin's practically luminous."

"Oh, really?"

"Dating someone? Wait, no, you probably are. You just look brand new to me today."

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Chae-ah flinched inwardly. She'd just swallowed a fresh part-timer's load in this very room, her body brimming with renewed energy and vitality. Plus, she'd gotten so carried away with foreplay past reservation time that she hadn't even put her panties back on, forcing her to move extra carefully.

"N-no, Madam! I tried a new ampoule a few days ago—must be that working wonders..."

"Oh yeah? Slather me up good then. My skin's been so dry and rough lately, driving me nuts."

The madam launched into married-life chatter—how sex with her husband had been ages ago, how he didn't see her as a woman anymore like he used to. Meanwhile, Seohwi's sweat poured, his breaths heavier. The space under the bed filled with his hot exhales.

Then, suddenly, a status window popped up before his eyes.

'What the—? Why's this popping up now?'

As he finished reading, a bluish glow entered Seohwi's vision. Lifting his head slightly, he saw it seeping through the bed.

'Ah, Detection Vision is piercing through the bed to show her qi meridians...'

'The madam's blue glow is even thicker than Director Chae-ah's... Do I have to clear that one too...?'

'So the VVIP's name is Cha Suyeon...!'

As Seohwi read the next window, Suyeon sensed something odd from the face hole in her prone position. Seohwi's sweat-mingled breaths carried components that mixed with hers, igniting her lust. A thrilling jolt like electricity coursed through her, goosebumps rising simultaneously.

'Warm air from under the bed...? What is this?'

Her eyes closed, receiving Chae-ah's massage, but the inexplicable warmth made her open them. Without thinking, she glanced downward to check below—and spotted human legs. Tilting her head further, her eyes locked with Seohwi's in the darkness.

She froze for a split second, then screamed.

"Kyaaaaaaaah!!!!!! Han Chae-ah!!! Are you insane?! What's that under the bed?!"

"Madam, what's wrong?!!!"

"Hiding a pervert under there?! Were you filming me or something?!"

Seohwi gave up and crawled out. Chae-ah realized in shock that he'd been under the bed.

"Seohwi, what the hell?!"

"Director... I was cleaning up to leave when the customer arrived, so I hid in a panic. I'm so sorry..."

Suyeon sat up, clutching a large towel over her body.

"Director Chae-ah, what is this?! Explain properly, or I'm shutting this place down. You know my temper!"

"M-Madam... He, he's new today..."

As Seohwi stammered an excuse, her qi meridians glowed even clearer under his gaze.

"W-wait! Madam Cha Suyeon, your meridians are blocked right now—that's why you're so tense...!!!"

"Who the hell are you, and how do you know my name?"

"The status window told me... N-not that it matters! We need to clear those meridians fast...!"

Suyeon grabbed her phone to call the cops at his bizarre rambling. "I'm calling the police now—deal with it. You too, Director Chae-ah!"

Seohwi eyed her body, pinpointing the blockages: nape, collarbone, and the towel-covered rear—her pussy area—glowing blue. No time to hesitate. If the cops came, his gig and life were over. Plus, failing to clear the meridians meant they'd transfer to him—whatever that entailed, it sounded agonizing.

He darted to her side and roughly gripped her nape. His Scent Dominator skill kicked in directly through skin contact, bypassing breath. Suyeon's furious tirade cut off like a lie. Her phone clattered to the floor as suppressed moans escaped instead: "Hnnngh... Ahh..."

Before the overwhelming physical prowess of Seohwi's skill, the refined upper-class madam's reason evaporated in an instant.

Chae-ah watched in confusion.

"Seohwi, what are you doing? Why were you hiding here?"

"Director, I'll explain later—clearing Suyeon's meridians first!"

He kept kneading her nape. Suyeon slumped forward in her seat, head bowed silently, hair cascading down to hide her face.

Worried, Chae-ah brushed her hair aside to check. Lifting her head with both hands, she saw Suyeon's eyes glazed and unfocused.

"Ah... Ahng... Director Chae-ah... I ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠feel... so weird..."

Suyeon's body grew languid, strength draining away. She felt a trickle of arousal leaking out. The large towel slipped free, baring her completely naked form.

From his spot behind her left shoulder, Seohwi caught sight of her nudity and swallowed hard. Her slightly plump body featured round, full breasts up front, tipped with soft pink nipples.

'Those tits are perfectly shaped...'