Suhee Visits the Massage Shop
There was no way Jeongun could resist Suhee’s playful seduction.
“Ah… I wish someone would hold me up.”
She kept her voice low because of the hour, but the sounds the two of them made still carried clearly down the officetel hallway—half teasing, half filthy.
Whether he was supporting her or simply groping her was impossible to tell; they stayed pressed together the whole way into her room. And every bit of it reached Dongkyun, who lived on the same floor.
He was already frustrated. He hadn’t seen Suhee in days, and the craving had gotten bad. Even jerking off no longer did anything for him—not unless it was her. So he had taken to listening hard for any noise outside, hoping she might come home and that he might “accidentally” run into her.
That night was no different. Something sounded in the corridor, and he pressed his ear to the door on the chance it was her.
The second he heard her voice he nearly bolted out—then a man’s voice followed, and his body locked up.
Dongkyun flattened his ear to the door and strained to listen.
“Are you all right?”
“Ugh, and whose fault is that…”
The exchange sounded almost tender. Anger flared through him—jealousy, more precisely.
They had done filthy things together, yes, but when he had pushed to date her she had shut him down without hesitation. She had even told him that if he didn’t like this kind of arrangement, he never had to see her again.
Rationally, she was right. It lined up with every value he had lived by until now. Instinct, though, refused to cooperate. Even if all they kept was this thin, sex-partner relationship, he still didn’t want to give up the physical play he had with her.
“Damn it.”
Dongkyun stayed glued to the front door, swallowing the sound.
After dragging Jeongun into her room and enjoying him all night long, Suhee woke late.
“Haaah…”
She was completely naked, her hair a mess. Soft bedding wrapped her body; she stirred, then her eyes snapped open. She had definitely fallen asleep with that man beside her—and once again she was waking up alone.
“What the hell.”
She picked up her phone and tapped the screen. There was a message waiting.
Short and simple—exactly like him. It didn’t bother her. That was just his personality. That was who he was.
Still naked, Suhee rolled around in the sheets, savoring the feel of the blanket while she toyed with her phone. After how hard they had gone at it the night before, her condition today was miserable. Every part of her felt stiff and heavy. Whether it was from being outdoors naked for so long, or from taking his thick cock over and over, she couldn’t say—but everything ached.
“Haa…”
She scrolled for a while, then her gaze snagged on one contact in her messenger—the massage shop owner Wonchul had introduced her to.
Contact with Wonchul himself had long since fizzled out. She had no interest in what he was doing or where he was, and she never bothered messaging him first.
“Hmm…”
A massage shop. The owner had eyed her body with obvious hunger, but she remembered his skill had been the real thing. She could have gone to any ordinary parlor, of course, but somehow… even without full penetration, a massage that stayed just a little dirty always left her body feeling looser. And if she was going to ask for that kind of thing, a place where she already had some face recognition was simply more comfortable.
Besides, she wanted a massage right now.
After sending the message, Suhee rolled over on the bed. Across her chest were several red marks where Jeongun had bitten and sucked all night. Against her pale skin they stood out sharply. She had told him not to, but during sex he almost never listened to her. Still, it didn’t really bother her. Marks like these faded quickly. At least they weren’t bruises—that was something.
“Hwaah…”
She stretched hard, then sat up with her hips planted on the mattress. For a moment she stared blankly into space, yawned a few times, and twisted her arms this way and that. She was just thinking she ought to eat something when her phone buzzed.
The reply came as if he had been waiting. Suhee nodded and typed back. Eat something, shower, get ready, travel time—two hours should be plenty. That would still leave her room for other things afterward. She sent the details, and this time the answer came at once.
Simple and certain. Suhee smiled faintly, stretched once more, and got to her feet.
A short while later, Suhee arrived right on time. It had been a while since her last visit, but the shop’s exterior hadn’t changed at all.
The door creaked open.
“Ah, welcome.”
“Hello.”
The owner greeted her warmly and guided her straight inside.
God, she’s still unreal.
He snuck a sidelong glance at her figure and swallowed hard. Through Wonchul’s introduction he had gotten to fuck her a couple of times, but that had never been enough. Then contact had quietly died off, and he had always regretted it—never imagining she would simply walk back in like this.
The moment he saw her text he had canceled every other client’s appointment and even sent the part-timer home. The shop held only Suhee and him. It was still early to close, but chances like this didn’t come often. Now that she had reached out again, he vowed he would make her a regular no matter what.
“Ah, I’ve been aching all over.”
“I see. Don’t you worry.”
At the sight of her frowning face the owner hesitated for a beat. Maybe… she had genuinely come just for a massage?
Even if that were true, he was fine with it. As long as she kept coming back without Wonchul, that was enough. Better not to rush into sex. He would win her over with the skill he had honed—then opportunities would come as often as he wanted.
“Right this way.”
“Ah, okay.”
He led her to the innermost room, the best one in the place.
“Change into this, please. Call me when you’re ready.”
“Yes, sir.”
Suhee glanced at the clothes he handed her. Ordinary massage wear. She had half expected some scrap of fabric barely better than lingerie, so this was a surprise.
Hmm…
For her part, this wasn’t bad either. Her body really did ache. She changed into the long, dress-like garment, then hesitated. Underwear on or off? Taking it off would leave him an opening; leaving it on would probably keep him somewhat restrained. At least today, that was how it looked.
After a long moment of thought, Suhee slowly lifted her arms and unhooked her bra. Then her panties slid down past her knees. She was curious how far the owner would manage to hold himself back—and honestly, if she had only wanted a plain massage she would have gone somewhere closer.
“Sir, I’m ready.”
“Ah, yes.”
Perched on the edge of the massage table, Suhee called out. The owner stepped in from the hallway and registered her state at a glance. Beneath the thin fabric, the faint outline of her breasts stood out. She had taken off her underwear.
He had prepared ordinary massage clothes just in case, but of course. This woman had a lewd instinct in her bones. Even so, he held to his resolve not to make an obvious move yet. He had to make Suhee a regular, no matter what. If he shoved everything else aside today and simply fucked her, it would be like gutting the goose that laid the golden eggs on the spot.
“Why don’t you lie face-down first, and get comfortable?”
“Okay.”
Suhee pushed her small face into the hole in the table and settled onto her stomach. The thin massage dress rode up until it barely covered her thighs. Below that she was bare—no panties at all. Sprawled out defenseless, the elegant yet filthy curves of her body stood out sharply under the sheer cloth.
He swallowed hard. It had been so long since he had seen her body that his cock threatened to react on the spot. He had serviced countless female clients and performed more than a few filthy massages, but a figure this perfectly balanced and finely built was rare.
“Is there anywhere that feels especially bad?”
“Ah, my shoulders first, and…”
Yesterday outdoors, Jeongun had fucked her while yanking her arms back; her shoulders were a little locked up. Maybe from being pulled and bent that way.
“All right. And?”
“Mm, my lower back, and…”
Orgasm after orgasm had kept her spine arched; the muscles along her back felt tight and sore.
“My hips and legs, too…”
“Goodness. So basically everything hurts.”
Taking that thick, hard cock over and over had kept her legs spread wide; her lower body was a wreck. In the past she might have bounced back fine, but after a stretch of rest she had suddenly thrown herself into rough sex again—that was probably why.
“I guess so. Haha…”
Suhee gave a slightly sheepish laugh. Even to herself, every sore spot traced back to sex. She hadn’t come out and told the owner, I hurt here and here because I got fucked—but saying her whole body ached because of sex with another man left her feeling oddly exposed.
“Don’t worry. I’ll work every bit of it out for you today.”
“I’ll be looking forward to it.”
She heard him adjust something, and low, soft music began to fill the room. A faintly sweet scent drifted slowly through the air.
“I’ll start with your shoulders, then.”
“Yes. Please take care of me.”
From a narrow table crowded with supplies, the owner picked up a bottle of massage oil—warmed just enough. He had prepared it for her. As he carried it over he let his eyes travel once more, slowly, along the body stretched out on the table.
Haa… still perfect.
Straight white arms and a soft-looking nape; rounded shoulders and a curved back; a plump, high-set ass and thighs slipping dangerously free of the cloth; firm calves, slender ankles, and small, neat feet with cute toes. Even without sex, the thought of working that body made the front of his pants strain upward.
Grateful she was face-down and couldn’t see, the owner poured the warm oil generously into both hands.