A Suspicious Massage Shop in Front of the Women's University Back Gate
In front of the Women's University back gate stood a suspicious massage shop.
“Jeonghye, are you still working part-time at that massage place?”
“Yeah.”
“My back’s been killing me lately, so I was thinking about getting a massage. What’s it like there? Classes end in the afternoon today—maybe I’ll swing by your shop around then. Sound good?”
“…Our shop?”
“Why? Do I need to make a reservation or something?”
“No, it’s not that. We probably don’t have any bookings today, but…”
“Anyway, I’ll be there around five, so just give your boss a heads-up for me~!”
“Ah, wait…”
Without giving her a chance to explain, her friend Eun Nanhee breezed off after casually booking an appointment at the very shop where Choi Jeonghye worked. As she watched the girl’s retreating back, Jeonghye fell into a brief moment of deep hesitation.
When she thought about the kind of “massage” her boss performed, it was absolutely not the sort of place she could recommend to anyone.
Well… it’s not like we’re that close anyway.
Eun Nanhee was just one of those friendly, outgoing classmates who got along with everyone. On the flip side, if Jeonghye spilled the shop’s secrets and ruined her own reputation in the process, all she’d get in return was a rumor that she worked at a shady place like that. And since she was already isolated at school, she’d only end up even more of a loner.
Having suffered through such severe ostracization in high school that she’d once contemplated suicide, Choi Jeonghye ultimately chose to keep her mouth shut.
God, if it weren’t for Munho oppa, I would’ve quit that damn shop ages ago.
-Clink.
“…I’m here.”
The moment she stepped into the massage shop with that thought still lingering, her eyes met those of the young owner behind the counter. The instant she saw Han Munho—the object of her one-sided crush and the source of her love-hate feelings—Jeonghye’s face crumpled into a frown.
Even though she had warned him countless times, he was once again playing with food on the counter. It made him look like an immature little brother.
“Oh, you’re here?”
“…I told you not to eat at the counter, didn’t I? If the boss keeps showing such untrustworthy behavior, customers are going to see it from outside and walk right past us.”
“There you go, nagging the second you walk in. Seriously. And I’m not eating—I’m just peeling the shells.”
“Then don’t put food on the counter in the first place.”
“Whatever. There aren’t any customers right now anyway.”
“That’s exactly why there aren’t any customers… Ugh, never mind.”
Realizing that arguing any further would only exhaust her, Jeonghye shook her head. Whether he knew what she was thinking or not, the shop’s owner, Han Munho, held out a peeled boiled egg toward her as if offering it.
“Want one?”
“I don’t eat at the counter like you do, boss.”
“I told you, I was just peeling them. I didn’t peel them to eat in the first place.”
“…Excuse me?”
A faint question flickered across Jeonghye’s face at his claim that he hadn’t peeled them to eat.
“I’m planning to put this in a customer’s anus today.”
His immediate answer made her eyes narrow in clear disgust, as if she were looking at a bug.
“I hope someone comes in soon. I’ve been holding back since this morning because I really wanted to do this.”
“……Haah.”
Aside from that incomprehensible perverted fetish of his, he’s actually not a bad person.
The only man in the entire world who would use such a handsome face and that gentle voice for something like this was probably just this one guy. On top of that, he was surprisingly persuasive. If you listened to him for too long, you’d somehow end up lying naked on the massage bed before you knew it—and it had happened more than once or twice.
With those thoughts swirling in her mind, Jeonghye was just about to head into the changing room to switch into her work clothes when his voice called out from behind her.
“Oh, would you like to try it instead, Jeonghye? You’ve never had a boiled egg inserted before, right?”
“And I never will.”
“Really? Then I guess I’ll just have to use it on a customer.”
…Why did I have to fall for a guy like him?
If it weren’t for that damn perverted fetish, he really would be a great person. But of all things, it had to be that.
…I really hate this.
Even as that thought crossed her mind, Choi Jeonghye quietly changed into her employee uniform and started her shift. She was a first-year student at the Women’s University.