Chapter 93: Behind the Magic Mirror, My Husband Awaits
"Why'd you bring me here?"
As always, Bora hated every moment she spent with me. Even though we'd come to an ultra-luxury members-only spa that cost hundreds of thousands of won per hour, it made no difference.
"You're not planning something weird here too, are you?"
She never trusted me for a second. Thinking about it, I felt a bit wronged. I hadn't exactly deceived her or anything.
"Just wanted to try a nice place."
I'd promised Bora I wouldn't do anything strange today.
"We'll just get the spa and massage, then go our separate ways. No touching today."
"You're thinking something useless, aren't you?"
Bora still couldn't shake her suspicion that I was wasting money on her out of some pathetic infatuation. Whatever. It didn't matter what she thought. She was just a pitiful fly caught in my web.
And I kept my promise. I had plenty of other women to fuck without needing Bora.
While she was getting her consultation, Ara hid under the table and sucked my cock. During her facial treatment, I had a fantastic fuck with Min-ah. We even did the spa separately. I didn't do anything remotely suspicious, so she'd fully let her guard down.
"There's a partition?"
Bora noticed the curtained-off divider.
"Some couples get shy, so we keep it closed," Min-ah explained. Bora actually seemed relieved.
Only after Bora lay face-down did Min-ah pull back the curtain. I watched her get massaged from behind the magic mirror while fucking Anna. Three times, and every one was a blast.
Unlike the time with Ji-ah, I didn't have Ara or Min-ah do anything indecent to Bora. I just made sure she got the full, maximum service any regular spa could offer.
"How was it? Feel good?"
"Yeah. My fatigue's mostly gone."
Seeing Bora's bright face after so long put me in a good mood.
"Then next time, come with your husband." I handed her a couple's pass for this luxury spa club.
"What?"
She didn't reach for it. Despite all my efforts that day, she was still brimming with suspicion toward me.
"No thanks." Bora shook her head.
"You use it. I have no intention of coming here with him."
Of course.
"Can't you accept a little kindness like this?"
"I don't need your 'kindness.' And... I don't want to insult him."
Bora's eyes staring at me were ice-cold.
"You think you have a choice?"
I deliberately let my irritation show. This was a threat. I forced the pass into her hand.
"Mm... Come within the week. No need to tell me beforehand, but you must let me know after."
Even if she didn't, plenty of people would inform me.
Bora scowled. But she knew she could never defy me.
"And don't even think about bringing someone else or giving it away. Yeah, just leave a photo of you two here together."
"Got it."
Bora hadn't shed her suspicions about me, but she was utterly clueless about the scheme I was plotting.
"Those two you mentioned came by."
A few days after Bora and I visited the spa club, Anna contacted me. Maybe it was my attitude that day, or perhaps the experience wasn't so bad after all. Bora had come with her husband.
Midway through, she even sent me a photo of herself with him to prove it. She was scared, just as expected. No matter how much she hated me, the power imbalance between us was crystal clear. She had to obey my every command and live in fear of what I'd do next.
I arrived at the spa club about an hour after they did.
"The gentleman is in the spa right now, and the lady just finished her facial."
Perfect timing. I sat in the lounge with Anna, watching their every move on the monitor. Illegal? Sure. But this VIP section was for me alone, and only people I specified ever visited, so no issues.
Soon, Bora stripped naked and entered the spa. No weird incidents yet, so she looked relieved. Her face was unusually relaxed.
"She's a stunning woman."
Anna commented.
"They seem like a couple."
"Right. They live next door to me—a really great pair."
"Yes, they seemed so affectionate. Most couples aren't like that, even if they claim to be."
"True, right?" We shared a pleasant laugh.
"That lady seems wary of you, Hero. Is it okay to ask?"
"Nothing's off-limits between us. I'm blackmailing her and taking her body without permission."
Anna gave a sly little smile at my answer. I caught a wicked gleam in her eyes. This woman was a lot like me. Maybe she was pretty evil at her core. Or was that just my wishful thinking? She seemed skilled at tormenting people while playing the good girl.
"Those things you ordered from me... they were for her, weren't they?"
She caught on quick. I'd brought Ji-ah here before, but the one I really wanted to torment was Bora.
"She'll be shocked today."
"I hope so."
As we talked, Bora finished her spa and stood up. Ara, who'd been sucking my cock from below, lifted her head and eyed me: Wrap it up quick? I shook my head. No rush. Everything was going according to plan, and it wasn't my cue yet.
Soon, Bora met her husband in the changing room. A staffer led them to the massage room.
"This is a couples' massage—why the partition?"
Her husband sounded puzzled.
"Some women feel uncomfortable," Bora relayed what she'd heard before.
The staff assigned him the bed Bora had used last time. After he lay down, Bora followed Min-ah behind the partition. The glass that let us see the magic mirror side was already curtained off, so Bora suspected nothing.
Bora lay on the table. Over there, the massage had already started. A new face to me—late thirties or early forties, looking like a total pro. And pretty built for a woman.
"She's the most experienced here," Anna explained.
"And trustworthy."
She was key to today's scenario. While I had fun with Bora, she had to keep the husband distracted. No matter how off something felt, he couldn't get up. The plan's success hinged on her, not me.
Well... for the husband's sake, then. I didn't care if I got caught. The moment I heard they'd arrived, I'd used Casting Cards on both. Bora's husband was under a massive curse right now.
Casting Card <The Man Who Is Taken From>
If he saw what he shouldn't, he'd only hurt himself.
So I hoped the veteran masseuse did her job well—for Bora and her husband's sake.
Just then, Min-ah removed Bora's robe. It was starting.
First came light massage: pressing the head, neck, shoulders.
"Mm..."
Bora let out a soft moan of pleasure.
"How's it feel, honey? Good?"
Her husband's voice came from the other side.
"Yes. Feels great. You?"
"Yeah, amazing. Thought it'd hurt, but it's blissful."
The couple chatted briefly. Soon, Min-ah applied therapy oil to Bora's back.
"Ack!"
Bora startled. A sensation she hadn't felt last time.
"You okay?"
"Yeah, just ticklish."
Bora brushed it off casually.
"Mm... haa... The oil massage feels incredible."
"Right? Body and mind just melting away."
Around then, the massage room's music volume began rising. Time to go?
"Haa..."
When I arrived, Bora was moaning blissfully. She'd been alert briefly, but the masseuse's soothing touch had relaxed her.
I entered, and Min-ah yielded Bora to me. She pulled back the curtains hiding the magic mirror on both sides.
Right across, her husband was getting massaged, back exposed. I didn't particularly want to see it—who enjoys another guy's bare back? But someone might.
"Nng?"
Min-ah's skilled hands and mine were apparently different enough. Bora noticed immediately. But she didn't look up yet. Just a vague sense of oddity.
I mimicked Anna's style, gently stroking Bora's back, slowly working downward.
"Haa..."
Not bad, at least. Bora, who'd tensed briefly, relaxed again.
Then I groped her ass.
"Ah!"
Startled, Bora lifted her upper body. Our eyes met. I pressed a finger to her lips.
She sat up fully, glaring at me in fury—not just shock. If eyes could kill... yeah, those eyes.
I smiled back at her alarm and anger.
Bora's eyes darted around. What was she thinking? I could guess a little. Scrambling for escape from this unimaginable scenario.
Whatever. I gave her time to think. Meanwhile, a quick tit grope.
My hand reached Bora's beautiful breasts. She flinched and blocked me hastily.
Hm... One thing she didn't know yet.
I held up a single finger. She eyed it. I moved my hand right.
Bora's head turned.
"Gasp!"
She saw it. Where the curtain had been was now just glass. Across it, her husband mid-massage.
If there was a state beyond shock, that's what she was in. Bora still had no clue it was a magic mirror. To her, it was just a window.
"Did it hurt?"
Her husband asked.
"N-no... I'm fine."
Bora answered hurriedly, terrified he'd look up.
"Sometimes it tickles..."
"Yeah..."
He didn't dwell, looking utterly content. Veterans were something else.
"Stop. Get out," Bora mouthed at me, lips moving silently. I understood perfectly.
"No," I mouthed back.
Despair shadowed her face in that instant—a look I'd never forget.
I reached for her panties. She flinched but didn't resist.
"Hurry up," she mouthed again.