Chapter 2: Kang Seonmi
“Ah, I really want to shove my cock into a female college student’s asshole.”
“…Could you not say that so loudly, boss?”
At the massage therapy shop run by Han Munho, located right in front of the Women’s University back gate, Choi Jeonghye—the shop’s only employee—frowned at her employer’s muttered comment.
“What if a customer walks in while you’re muttering things like that?”
“Then I’ll just calmly persuade them it was all a misunderstanding.”
“But it’s not a misunderstanding.”
“Everything depends on how you frame it. Of course, there might be a few people it doesn’t work on.”
“That’s exactly why I’m telling you to be careful. You never know.”
“Well, if it comes to that, Jeonghye, you can testify in court for me. Just say, ‘My brother Munho isn’t that kind of person.’”
“I’ll be long gone by then. I’ll clean out the register and run.”
“Wow. After everything I’ve done for you? You’d really abandon me like that?”
“Does ‘raising’ someone include stuffing fish cakes and tteokbokki up their ass these days?”
“…What’s the big deal? You seemed to enjoy it at the time.”
“I never enjoyed it!”
It had already been three years since Choi Jeonghye ran away from home and began living with Han Munho.
Three years—short in some ways, long in others. Their relationship had grown this shamelessly familiar over that time.
Of course, it was always Choi Jeonghye who ended up making the concessions, helplessly giving in because of her feelings for the self-indulgent man.
Even though her words were harsh, if Han Munho ever actually got dragged into a lawsuit over his so-called ‘hobbies,’ she would be the first one stepping up to defend him.
…Or perhaps she should have stopped him from committing anything remotely criminal in the first place.
“…If it’s just normal anal sex, I’ll do it with you, Munho oppa.”
“Hmm. I don’t know…”
“…Fine. If that’s what you want, I’ll even let you do an enema. You have to do that before anal anyway.”
“Since we’re doing it, can I use honey for the enema? I want to try fucking a sweet, honey-coated asshole.”
“…Just go die, boss.”
Jeonghye had offered what she considered a huge concession, yet Munho kept pushing further without end.
As the two of them bantered behind the counter, the door to the massage shop opened and a woman stepped inside.
—Clink.
“Welcome, ma’am.”
“Welco—”
The moment Han Munho realized the person entering was a female college student, he rose from behind the counter and greeted her before she could even fully open her mouth.
Choi Jeonghye was utterly dumbfounded by his utterly predictable reaction whenever a pretty woman appeared.
…Well, that’s just how Munho oppa is.
If it hadn’t been for that incident three years ago, she never would have fallen for a man like him.
While she quietly bit her lower lip at the counter, suppressing her resentment, Han Munho was already engaged in conversation with the new arrival.
“Please come this way, Seonmi.”
“…Yes.”
Watching him smoothly persuade the woman and lead Kang Seonmi into the massage room, Choi Jeonghye could only sigh inwardly.
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…How did I end up following him in here?
The moment she stepped into the massage shop, Han Munho had approached her with a friendly, natural demeanor.
His smooth, disarming speech had left her nodding and answering a few times before she realized she was already inside the treatment room.
Well, I did come here intending to get a massage.
Nanhee had already visited this place, so it probably wasn’t anything strange.
Her junior had an elegant appearance with a strangely pure aura. Just the fact that she had come here was enough to make it trustworthy.
“It looks like you have quite a bit of muscle tension in your lower body. Did you come specifically for a lower-body massage?”
“…Yeah, that’s right.”
Could someone really tell that just by looking?
She wasn’t sure, but at least the man in front of her didn’t seem like he was merely pretending to be a masseur. Kang Seonmi felt her wariness naturally ease a little.
“I recommend focusing the lower-body massage on your thighs and calves. Ah, do you have any regular exercise routine?”
“…Just yoga and Pilates.”
“In that case, it would be better to use slightly stronger pressure than for the average person. People who exercise tend to have firm, flexible muscles, but that often means the deeper areas of the body become more rigid.”
“…I see.”
He was clearly speaking like a professional, but honestly, she couldn’t quite follow the exact meaning. Still, Kang Seonmi nodded along as if she understood.
He looks surprisingly neat and professional. With a face that handsome, I wonder why he’s running a place like this.
There was a sense of trust that came from his clean appearance and calm voice.
“Since we’ll be starting the actual massage soon, please change into this uniform first, Seonmi.”
“Alright. Where’s the changing room?”
His completely serious tone, devoid of any playfulness, tricked her into following his instructions naturally.
“There is no changing room. You can change right here.”
“…Excuse me?”
Kang Seonmi felt a flicker of alarm at Han Munho’s words, but she quickly composed her expression, pretending to be unfazed.
It was probably just because the shop was small and didn’t have a separate changing area.
For a brief moment she wondered if he was about to say something weird like “change in front of me,” but that would be ridiculous…
“Okay. Then if you could step out for a moment…”
“You can change in front of me, Seonmi.”
“……”
Was he making fun of her?
Was this a joke, or was he actually sexually harassing her?
The moment Kang Seonmi’s brows furrowed in displeasure, Han Munho continued speaking in a perfectly calm tone.
“The massages at our shop are not simple muscle relaxation. More accurately, they are closer to a fundamental therapeutic treatment that resolves the root causes of muscular fatigue.”
“…What do you mean?”
“It means that before beginning the massage, it is crucial to observe the client’s usual movements, posture, and habits. Most muscle tension originates from small, everyday habits.”
“…Habits?”
“Yes. For example, the way you twist your body in a certain direction when changing clothes, or how you habitually put more weight on one leg while standing. These tiny factors accumulate and eventually lead to imbalances in the body.”
“……”
“Therefore, it is necessary to observe your natural movements before the massage. That way, the treatment can be far more effective.”
Kang Seonmi narrowed her eyes and stared at him.
His voice was calm, carrying neither mischief, hidden lust, nor unnecessary kindness. It was a professional explanation, and strangely persuasive.
“So… you want me to change right here?”
“Of course, if you still feel uncomfortable even after this explanation, I can step out for a moment. However, if you want the most accurate treatment possible, I strongly recommend following my advice.”
There was no wavering in his voice.
Having received her share of lecherous stares while working as a model, Kang Seonmi was quite skilled at reading intent from tone and eyes. Since she couldn’t detect anything strange, she cautiously concluded that there probably wasn’t any ulterior motive.
…Well, Nanhee got a massage here too.
Maybe she was the one overthinking it.
With that thought, Kang Seonmi lifted her head, met Han Munho’s eyes quietly, and said,
“I understand. I’ll just change here, then?”
She still hadn’t realized that from the moment she stepped into the massage shop, she had already been caught in his web.
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Having changed into the massage uniform, Kang Seonmi quietly lay face-down on the treatment bed.
The outfit was noticeably thinner and more revealing than her original clothes.
She felt somewhat tense, but she refused to show it. Since even Eun Nanhee had received this massage, feeling nervous herself seemed somehow wrong.
—Press.
“Uht… Hoo.”
The first touch was soft yet carried a slightly firm pressure.
Her body flinched for a moment, but it quickly passed. After a few rhythmic movements, Kang Seonmi gradually began to relax.
It’s… not bad at all.
His ability to control pressure was exceptional.
It didn’t feel like he was just pressing randomly—he seemed to know exactly where and how her muscles were knotted and worked them loose.
As his fingers firmly kneaded her calves, then gently twisted, and moved to the inner part of her thighs, Kang Seonmi unconsciously let out a soft sigh.
—Squeeze.
“Ha… Haa…”
A breath escaped before she could stop it.
While she curled her fingers in slight embarrassment, his palms now pressed fully against the upper part of her thighs.
With a distinct poke, a tingling sensation like an electric current shot through her body.
“Hut… Hngh!”
“Are you alright?”
“……”
Their eyes met for a brief moment.
His gaze was calm, showing neither desire nor particular interest.
For some reason, the more she looked into his eyes, the more she felt herself being drawn in. Kang Seonmi quickly averted her gaze and answered carefully.
“…It’s fine. Please continue.”
She had deliberately spoken in a cold tone, but inside, Kang Seonmi’s feelings were growing increasingly complicated.