Anal Massage
Han Munho’s hands traveled higher along her thighs, growing steadily more intimate.
At first they had only worked the outer muscles, but now his fingers ventured toward the inner thigh—into far more sensitive territory. The faint brush of his fingertips against the delicate skin around those intimate places sent vivid sparks through her nerves.
Slick.
“Hah… huuu…”
A moan slipped out before she could stop it. The strange, heated sensation left Kang Seonmi’s mind momentarily hazy.
The moment his palm pressed against the underside of her buttocks, her whole body twitched and tightened.
“Um… excuse me.”
“Yes, Seonmi?”
“I’m sorry, but I’d rather you didn’t touch me there.”
Her tone was sharp and resolute. She had permitted his hands on her inner thighs since the session had begun as a leg massage, but having him touch her buttocks was unacceptable.
Convinced he had clearly crossed a line, she issued the warning. Yet Han Munho simply nodded with perfect composure.
“My apologies. The junction between the thigh and gluteal muscles is an area that tenses easily, so my hand went there out of habit.”
He offered the apology without a trace of fluster, then began to persuade her exactly as he did with every other client.
“Those who exercise frequently tend to be especially sensitive in this region. These particular muscles don’t release properly through ordinary movement; instead, fatigue accumulates. Since you mentioned practicing yoga and Pilates often, I judged that relieving the tension here was necessary.”
“…Ah, I see.”
The explanation was calm, measured, and strangely convincing. It was Kang Seonmi who became flustered. She had assumed his touch carried some lewd motive, never expecting such a collected, clinical response.
He didn’t insist on continuing or claim it was required. Instead, she felt his hand withdraw from the crease between thigh and buttock without the slightest reluctance.
Was I being overly sensitive? It really is just a normal massage.
Nanhee probably wouldn’t have said anything at all.
Even as those thoughts ran through her mind, Han Munho continued the massage, his hands methodically kneading her calves and thighs with professional care. His unflappable demeanor somehow made her feel childish for objecting.
Maybe I should have just let him continue.
If there was truly no improper intent, refusing would only hurt her. She had come here spending both time and money; leaving without receiving the full benefit would feel far more regrettable.
“You can… touch that area again if you need to.”
“Are you certain that’s all right?”
“…Yes. It’s just a massage, after all.”
Nothing more than a massage. No hidden motives. Repeating the thought like a mantra, Kang Seonmi rationalized her decision.
Han Munho’s hand returned to the underside of her buttocks and began to rub in slow, deliberate circles.
Press.
“Mmh… huuu…”
It did feel good. Whether the pleasure came from muscles unwinding or simply from the nature of the area itself, she couldn’t tell.
Still, since she had come to a massage parlor, it would be a waste not to experience everything it offered. With that logic in mind, she quietly surrendered to his touch.
Pressss.
“Nngh… huuuu…”
His hand had traveled fully onto her buttocks now. She bit back her moans and simply endured the sensation.
It was far too erotic to be called simple massage. Yet at the same time, a deep, luxurious pleasure flowed through her body as pent-up fatigue melted away.
Having already protested once and then withdrawn the objection, she felt too awkward to speak up again. It was better, she decided, to simply accept it in silence.
Slide… slide…
Slowly.
Press… pressss.
His fist-like grip kneaded the soft flesh of her rear, the pressure gradually working deeper, closer to her most hidden place.
Rub.
“Hup?!”
One stroke. The unmistakable sensation of a finger gliding across the rim of her anus made her upper body arch sharply.
What was that…?
It had definitely touched her there. Maybe it was accidental. She swallowed the words that had risen to her lips and stayed quiet.
Press. Press.
“Mmh… hup?!”
The pressure returned, this time more deliberate, and a noticeably more sensitive moan escaped her.
Is this… also part of the massage?
Something inside her was definitely loosening, and the feeling was strangely pleasurable. But no matter how one looked at it, could she really allow a man’s hand to touch her in such a place?
The thought circled in her mind, yet she hesitated, remembering how she had already protested once only to retract it. If she objected again and it turned out to be legitimate technique, the embarrassment would be unbearable.
Withdrawing her words twice was something the proud Kang Seonmi could never tolerate.
…Fine. I’ll just receive it.
If he wasn’t touching her with improper intentions, there was no need to overreact. She finally understood why Eun Nanhee had acted so strangely embarrassed.
No matter how effective it was, she probably hadn’t wanted to admit that the massage involved such sensitive areas.
“Mmh… ha… ngh…”
The effects do feel real…
The unmistakable release of fatigue combined with the peculiar pleasure that seemed to burrow deeper inside her body convinced her the treatment was worth continuing. She entrusted herself to his hands.
“The sciatic region has been fully released… We will now begin the main anal massage.”
“……Pardon?”
Until the utterly absurd words left Han Munho’s mouth with perfect naturalness, she had remained calm.
“It is an anal massage. More precisely, it is the procedure for relaxing the clenched muscles inside the anus.”
“……”
“Even after releasing tension in the thighs and buttocks, if this area remains stiff the fascia and sphincter will contract again, causing pain.”
Kang Seonmi stared at him, speechless. Despite hearing something so outrageous, she couldn’t bring herself to grow angry.
Han Munho spoke of the never-before-heard act of anal massage with the same calm, clinical gaze he might use to discuss the weather. It made mounting any objection feel strangely impossible.
“This may be slightly embarrassing to say, but in truth, the more athletic a person is, the greater the internal pelvic tension compared to the exterior. Having just worked on your muscles, Seonmi, I can confirm you are no exception.”
“…So you’re saying I need to receive this… anal massage?”
“I am not forcing you. I am well aware it is an awkward request to make of a woman. However, I can assure you that you will not regret it once it is complete.”
“……”
The explanation sounded reasonable. She couldn’t be certain it was true, yet his consistently professional demeanor made it difficult to believe he was lying.
Even so, could she really entrust her most private place to a stranger for something called a massage?
At the same time, rejecting it out of nothing but preconceived notions might mean missing out on genuine relief. The conflict left her wavering.
“…You mentioned that Nanhee received a massage here a few days ago. Do you remember her?”
“Ah, you mean Eun Nanhee. Yes, she visited two days ago. I remember clearly.”
“…Did she also receive it? That… anal massage?”
“Of course. She left looking extremely satisfied. It might be presumptuous of me to say so, but her expression at the end was one of considerable contentment.”
If even Nanhee had received it, then perhaps it really was fine. Refusing something her classmate had accepted would seem like an overreaction.
“…All right. But if you try anything strange under the pretense of massage, I won’t stay quiet.”
“There is no need for concern, Seonmi.”
Even an act she would never have permitted under normal circumstances had now been allowed. Kang Seonmi comforted herself with a single thought.
I’ll receive a little first and judge from there. If he does anything even slightly suspicious, I can resist then…
“Before we begin the anal massage, I will need you to fully disrobe.”
The moment she consented, Han Munho gave her no time to reconsider and immediately requested complete nudity.
For a split second she almost accepted it as natural, but the words finally registered. She repeated them carefully.
“…Fully? Not just the lower garments?”
“Correct. Full disrobing.”
“……”
Surely removing only her bottoms would be sufficient for an anal massage. Why did he insist on removing her top as well?
Before she could voice the question, his calm explanation continued.
“During the anal massage there is a possibility of soiling the upper garments or other areas of the body. Therefore, the standard procedure requires complete disrobing. You may remove them later if you prefer, but doing so would likely cause you greater discomfort, Seonmi.”
“…Is that so.”
He had anticipated her exact doubt and answered before she could ask. Once again, Kang Seonmi found herself swallowing the words she had been about to speak.