Chapter 28
Chapter 28
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 28
Chapter Title: SISS-233 (4)
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—Slick, slick—
"How's the pressure, ma'am? Feeling refreshed?"
I asked as I spread oil over her plump thighs.
She eagerly played along with the role-play, just as I'd hoped.
"Mmm. Not bad at all. Pretty good for a janitor, huh?"
"Haha. You've had a long day. I hope this massage eases some of that fatigue."
—Squeeze, squeeze—
"Mm-hmm. Consider it an honor to service this body. Plenty of guys pant like dogs just dreaming of touching it once."
"Of course, ma'am. Who wouldn't know how popular you are? I'm just grateful you invited me over."
—Slick, slick—
"Hngh. Good to know you get it. You're one lucky guy, Min-hyuk. Where else do you find a boss like me? Great figure, pretty face, and I even let you give me a massage."
"Absolutely. Can't help but feel some naughty urges creeping up while I'm touching you."
"Oh? Don't cross the line, now. Know your place as a janitor."
"Haha. Guess there's no chance for me, huh?"
"Duh. I'm an executive. You're the janitor. You think we're on the same level? Just be satisfied with giving me this service."
"Yes, ma'am. Shame, though. With a body like this, I'd worship it all night long."
"Hmph. Big dreamer."
Once her thighs were thoroughly slicked up, I moved up to her lower back and started kneading.
I'd done plenty of massages before, so I had confidence in my skills.
—Squeeeze, squeeeze—
The aromatherapy oil, warmed by her body heat, seeped into her skin.
Her bright red bra straps darkened as they soaked up the oil.
I pressed my thumbs firmly into her soft muscles.
They were so tender and cute, it was hard to believe they were even muscles.
As I kneaded them deeply, seductive nasal moans escaped her lips.
"Ahng♥ Thng♥ Mng♥ Haaah♥"
Was she doing it on purpose to turn me on? Her voice was dripping with allure.
Those lewd sounds kept making my cock twitch.
"Ma'am, your breathing's getting a bit too sexy."
She brazenly shot back at my comment.
"Hey, do I have to watch what I say around you?"
"No, but I'm a guy too, you know."
"What? Just 'cause you've got a dick? If you can't handle it, go jerk off alone."
"Come on, that's harsh. I'm your subordinate—show a little care."
"Sigh. Fine. For employee welfare, you can use my thigh. Rub up against it like a dog in heat and take care of yourself. Happy?"
"Heh. Thank you. Back to the massage, then."
—Squeeeze, squeeeze—
The massage must've felt way better than she expected. She lay there face-down, letting out pleased breaths.
Her shoulders were especially knotted, and when I worked her traps, she melted like slime.
"Aaaah♥ So good♥ Right there♥ A bit more to the side♥ Mmm♥ Yes♥"
"How's that? Refreshed?"
"Hng. Pretty decent. Guess there's a reason for all that cockiness."
"For the record, I'm even better at the naughty kind."
"Pfft. Just admit you wanna grope my tits."
"Haha. Busted."
"I'm telling you again: I have zero interest in fooling around with a janitor. Stop drooling."
But despite her firm words, a flush was creeping across her face.
I flipped Choi A-ran over and replied.
"Who knows? You might suddenly get in the mood and beg me for it."
"Hilarious. Keep dreaming. You think I'd ever get turned on by a janitor?"
"I've got confidence."
"Hah? Prove it, then."
"You serious?"
"Hmph. Just don't cum too quick."
I scanned her body, now lying flat on her back.
Her pantyhose gleamed with oil, and beneath them, her red high-cut T-back panties asserted themselves boldly.
Up top, the rose-patterned lace bra contrasted beautifully against her snowy skin, her breasts perky and proud.
Even lying down, they held their shape perfectly.
Impressive lingerie could only do so much—her overwhelming size made that firmness truly remarkable.
"What? Gonna cum just from looking?"
She smirked mockingly.
Even that smile was so provocative, it nearly made pre-cum bead up from sight alone.
"You're really gorgeous, ma'am. Adorable."
She seemed caught off guard by the compliment mid-role-play, her face turning pink as she averted her eyes.
"W-what? Hurry up and massage me."
"Yes, ma'am. I'll do my best to serve you."
I started by slowly applying oil around her navel.
Her porcelain-white skin began to glisten like fine pottery.
That flawless tone alone crushed most women.
And she had even more impressive volume to boot.
A little higher from her navel, two massive peaks greeted me.
Encased prettily in her bra cups, they revealed creamy cleavage.
Even just breathing made them jiggle like pudding.
"Whoa. Insane."
"Hey. You're drooling. Focus on the massage."
"Ah, sorry. Got distracted for a sec."
"Men. Always lose it over tits."
I slid my hands along the underside of her breasts toward her sides, then up to her shoulders, caressing her chest area.
Closer to her collarbone than her boobs—safe territory.
She didn't complain, so it must've been fine.
"There's a lymph node around your collarbone. Massaging from there to your jaw helps circulation, sharpens your jawline, and slims your face."
"...You studied massage?"
"Gotta know the basics to serve you properly, ma'am."
"True. Gotta have some use as a worthless janitor."
"Haha. Let's begin."
I added more oil and massaged her collarbone and jawline.
She closed her eyes, savoring the gentle touch.
"You look pleased. While I'm at it, how about an ear massage too?"
"...Hmph. Do whatever."
Ears are one of the most sensitive spots on a woman.
With the right warmth, they could feel like erogenous zones.
Luckily, hers were sensitive.
I applied warm oil, circling her outer ear and gently rubbing the lobe, and she soon parted her lips with a cat-like mewl.
"Nyaa♥ Aah♥ Haaah♥"
"Feels good here too, right? Great for shoulder pain."
I slid one hand down to knead the back of her neck.
Stimulating the cervical nerves made her face go slack and dopey.
"Heeeh♥ Hee♥ Ahhh♥"
Her cute expression nearly made me burst out laughing, but I held it in to stay in character.
After thoroughly loosening her neck and shoulders, she opened her eyes wide, clearly feeling much better.
"How's that? Fatigue easing up? Next is abdominal massage. Might tickle or feel weird—is that okay?"
"...Try it. It's amateur hour anyway."
"Haha. You're enjoying it plenty for an amateur. Anyway, relax your abs and focus on the pressure points."
I first stroked below her navel with both hands.
Spreading the oil wide, I gently warmed the area to release tension.
The cozy heat already seemed to stir something odd in her.
She hurriedly grabbed the pillow by her head to cover her face.
"So cute."
"...Shut up."
Her fun reaction made my touches even more teasing.
I pressed firmly along her panty line over the pubic bone.
Every time my fingers hit her hip joints, she clutched the pillow tighter.
Faint moans leaked from behind it.
Then I pressed both hands into her lower abdomen.
A uterine massage technique, usually for pregnant women post-delivery.
But I'd tried it on lovers before, and it worked wonders on the clitoral nerves too.
She'd climaxed from it during a company shoot just recently.
That familiar pressure made her back arch like a bow.
—Squeeeze, squeeeze—
—Slick, slick—
Each circular press made her hands tremble on the pillow.
She twisted desperately to stifle her moans, hips writhing.
Even her haughty high heels were tangling like snakes at her toes.
I gradually increased the intensity.
Plucking at her bladder and uterus like a koto, she bucked her lower abdomen in strange pleasure.
Her back lifted slightly off the bed, drawing a beautiful curve.
Soon, as if something might burst, she grabbed my hand in a panic.
Her face peeked from the pillow, flushed like she'd been drinking.
"...S-stop♥ Haa♥ Stop that♥"
"Huh? This is great for women."
"...Anyway♥ Just stop there♥ Hngh♥"
"Jeez. You told me to try anything. So fickle."
I grumbled and pulled my hands from her abdomen.
A few more minutes, and she would've squirted uncontrollably.
Too bad I missed the show.
But no worries.
There were plenty more massages to tease her senses.
I moved down to her hips next.
The highlight of sensual massage: groin stimulation.
Time for some Swedish techniques.
As my hands trailed from her abdomen to her hips, she buried her face in the pillow again.
She sensed something intense coming.
"Oh, forgot to mention: I learned groin massage from a pro. It's gonna feel amazing."
—Sliiiide—
"...Haat♥"
My palm grazed her sensitive inner thigh, and she reflexively clamped her legs shut.
Then, embarrassed, she shyly parted them again.
Choi A-ran's panties were already soaking wet.
"Ma'am, this is supposed to be a clean massage, but you're drenched."
"...Sh-shut up! Just do it! Ngh!"
Frustrated at getting aroused, she mangled the pillow.
But as I resumed stroking her inner thighs, she soon clamped them again.
"Wow. Clamping down like a crab in season."
"......"
Too embarrassed to reply, she just gestured for me to continue.
"Try holding back a little, even if it feels good. Then I can actually massage."
With that amusing hiccup, the full groin massage began.
Her oiled hips quivered in anticipation.