Chapter 50

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Translator: penny

Chapter: 50

Chapter Title: Lee Ayoung Pussy Massage (2)

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Bedroom.

Packages were scattered across the floor.

"What did you order? Can I open them?"

"..."

Ayoung checked the contents listed on the delivery labels.

"This one's stickers. And this... a necklace? Why would you buy a necklace?"

Crazy.

The stickers were probably those womb tattoo ones.

And the necklace was a dog collar, no doubt.

My vision went dark.

All I could do was be grateful to the sender for toning down the descriptions on the packages.

I didn't want to embarrass Sujin.

But I really didn't want Ayoung thinking, "You bought this to use on us, you pervert."

"Th-these are all Sujin's."

I answered quickly.

Ayoung's eyes darkened in an instant.

She spoke in a calm voice.

"Knife."

"Huh?"

"Get some scissors or something, quick."

"..."

"Hurry."

The same Lee Ayoung who had just asked if she could open them was now trying to rip into them on her own after hearing they were Sujin's.

'No way.'

Did she misunderstand "Sujin's" as a necklace I ordered to give to Sujin as a gift?

I corrected myself immediately.

"No, I mean, Sujin ordered these."

"...Sujin bought a necklace and sent it to you? Why."

Ayoung's "why" wasn't a question—it was a command to explain the truth.

"I-I don't know. She said it's for a shoot."

"A shoot?"

Ayoung checked the labels on the other packages too.

"High-end chain leash handle... jeweled plug. What's a jeweled plug?"

Ayoung went over to the desk chair and sat down, opening the drawers one by one.

She found a utility knife and didn't hesitate to slice open the 'necklace' box.

'Yeah, once she sees what it is, she'll be like, "Oh, it's that," and drop it.'

After all, it was the word 'necklace' that had her eyes half-rolling right now.

She tore open the box and pulled out the dog collar wrapped in clear plastic.

"..."

She peeled off the plastic to inspect it closely.

The black leather part that went around the neck had a small heart attached, connected by chain all the way to a handle.

There was also a bell that could replace the heart, and chains that connected from the collar to nipple clamps.

Ayoung stared at me silently.

"..."

"..."

We stayed quiet for a moment.

Ayoung's gaze shifted to the packages strewn on the floor.

"Sujin ordered these?"

"Yeah."

I nodded.

Ayoung's lips curved up. She finally looked relieved about something.

"For real, not you?"

"For real, first time I've ever seen anything like this. Ugh, it's hideous..."

Ayoung crossed her legs.

Her shower robe parted to the side, revealing her pale white thigh all the way inside.

"You really didn't buy it? Be honest... I might let you use it once."

She held the dog collar up to her slender neck.

I swallowed hard without thinking.

...Fuck, I want to collar her so bad.

I want to yank that leash and pound Lee Ayoung doggy-style!

But years of experience had taught me one thing.

Ayoung would never go for it.

She always insisted on ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠being on top during sex—there was no way she'd agree to something this humiliating.

Plus, if it came out that I used her stuff in another video without permission, Sujin might kill me.

"But seriously, I had no idea. She just told me to hold onto it because it's for a shoot..."

Ayoung picked up her phone and said,

"Should I call Sujin?"

"Please do."

"...Hmm."

She nodded at my aggrieved expression and got down from the chair.

Ayoung put the dog collar back in the plastic and into the box.

Then she checked the rest of the packages.

"Blindfold, handcuffs... what's a gag ball?"

I shrugged like I had no clue, even though I did.

Ayoung searched "gag ball" on her phone and shook her head.

"Tsk... Kim Sujin has tastes like this?"

"To me, it looks like she bought it for video content."

"What are you, her manager? Her lawyer?"

"...No, I mean, her channel's been kinda stagnating lately, so to make money, she's trying something new."

"I told you. You think Sujin needs money so bad she'd do it with you? She's doing it because she likes your dick, you idiot."

Back then, I would've just nodded along without arguing.

Why?

Lately, when Ayoung belittled me or tried to order me around, resentment bubbled up inside.

Even earlier at the restaurant when she told me to get bread, I felt like, "Just you wait."

I just said what I thought.

"Yujeong's video where she called someone 'master' or whatever got a good reaction in the comments. Probably inspired by that? Sure, maybe she likes doing it with me too, like you said."

I pretended to accommodate Ayoung's view while slipping in mine.

"..."

Instead of her usual "What the fuck, idiot," she had a "Huh, maybe?" look as she checked the items again one by one.

Sudden curiosity hit me.

Ayoung said she used to like me, but not anymore.

Yet she reacted with jealousy to just the word 'necklace' like that.

'Doesn't that mean she still has some feelings left?'

What if I said this?

I opened my mouth casually.

"Sujin's pretty amazing, huh?"

Ayoung, who was peering into a box, snapped her head up.

"What?"

"Having this much passion and working hard at it."

Ayoung set the box down and smirked.

"Bullshit. Buying this stuff to film porn is passion? She's packaging it that way because you wanna try it."

"Sujin knows that what I ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠want to try is what the subscribers want too. Being pro at whatever you do is cool."

I nodded seriously.

Ayoung smirked again.

"Hey."

"...?"

"Snap out of it. You think that'll make me do it?"

"Do what?"

"You're gaslighting me right now. Like, 'You should do this too.'"

Busted.

I waved my hands.

"Huh? No way, no way. Ayoung, you're already running a shopping mall—that's plenty cool."

I gave her an awkward smile and a thumbs-up.

"..."

She just glared at me silently.

Praise gets me nothing.

Ayoung sent a quick text somewhere, then got up and headed to the bathroom.

"Gonna wash my hands. Set up the camera."

"Got it."

I kicked the boxes to one side and set up the camera and lights.

Ayoung came out of the bathroom and said to me,

"Hey. Open that massage gel."

"...Why?"

"Why do you think? We're gonna use it."

Sujin's stuff... without permission?

Reading my face, Ayoung sighed and showed me her phone screen.

*

I had been Lee Ayoung's exclusive masseuse for a full six years.

Mostly shoulders, but occasionally hands, and very rarely feet.

The feet one ended with her kicking me for peeking up her skirt...

'White.'

Anyway.

I knew exactly which spots Ayoung liked and how hard.

For shoulders and neck, at least.

"Alright, let's start."

Ayoung had shed her shower robe and was lying flat on her stomach naked on the bed.

I glanced at the PC monitor facing her head.

'Nice.'

The camera feed from the side was streaming to the PC monitor.

Now I could see exactly how it looked from the side, big and clear.

Ayoung lay with her hands under her head.

Her sideboob bulged out tautly to the side.

Not comparable to Yujeong or Sujin, but definitely D-cup or more.

A smooth waist without an ounce of fat flowing into wide hips.

Her ass wasn't on their level—those two were outliers—but a woman with hips this perfectly perked up wasn't easy to find.

'Wanna smack it.'

I held back the urge and squeezed massage gel into my hand.

'Ooh, smells good at least.'

Herbal scent mixed with some flower I couldn't place—it was relaxing.

"We'll begin now, ma'am."

Ayoung chuckled at my role-play.

"If you're not satisfactory, no tip. Do a good job."

Ayoung was such a career woman.

Running her own shopping mall young, confessing to me even if late.

The others used OnlyFans as an excuse to taste my dick.

-OnlyFans is just an excuse. Now it's all about enjoying your body.

But Ayoung straight-up said she wanted to fuck me, like a true career woman?

"Understood."

I climbed onto her lower back.

Ayoung lifted her head—which had been turned to the side—and looked at the monitor.

"Ugh, fuck. Look at that dick hard because he wants to fuck."

Naked atop Ayoung, I spread massage gel around her neck and shoulders with my massive cock fully erect.

Ayoung flinched a little at first, but seemed to relax gradually.

"Mm."

She let out a soft hum, closed her eyes, and turned her head to the side again.

I grabbed her gel-slicked shoulders and started massaging skillfully.

"Hmmm."

Ayoung breathed out in arousal.

Even more blood rushed to my dick.

I unleashed the full extent of my six years of middle and high school-honed massage skills.

In the quiet room, the gel squelched lewdly—schwick, schwick.

"How's that, ma'am?"

"Shoulders are good. Loosen up my neck and back too."

"Yes, ma'am."

As I worked her neck, Ayoung smirked with her eyes still closed.

"Reminds me of high school. Mmm. Feels good."

Yeah.

The exact moment you started moaning like that while I massaged you—that's when your brother saw and lost his shit...

My cheek suddenly stung again.

After her neck, I slid down to sit at her lower back toward her ass.

My ass touched hers.

Ayoung didn't say a word.

I squeezed more gel into my hand and spread it over her back.

Truth be told, I was out of my depth here.

I'd only ever done shoulders and neck.

In times like this...

'Go with momentum.'

I pressed my thumbs firmly into the bony spots.

"Mm."

Ayoung made a pleased sound.

Even though I was on top position-wise, since she was the one getting the massage, she seemed totally satisfied.

'Okay, keep going like this.'

I massaged down along her spine and around it.

I lightly kneaded her lower back and slim waist.

Ayoung's lips curved up.

"Hey, fuck. That tickles~"

A voice laced with a bit of coquettishness.

Ahh, driving me crazy.

Wanna fuck her right now.

I leaned down, moving my hands from her waist to lower belly, then to her ribs.

Schwick, schwick.

The thick gel made obscene sounds, but Ayoung just lay there quietly receiving it.

Emboldened, I rubbed just below her breasts with my fingers.

The compressed underboob brushed my fingers now and then.

"Hmmm."

Ayoung twisted her body lazily.

Can't hold back.

With my gel-drenched hand, I slipped between the bedsheet and her breast.

'This is massage too.'

I grabbed her tit outright.

"Haa—"

Ayoung exhaled hot breath.

My cock rested heavy on her lower back.

I kneaded and released her breast full in my hand, over and over.

"Haa. Haa. Hey, hold on."

Ayoung propped herself up on her elbows, lifting her upper body a bit.

Made her tits way easier to work.

I massaged the soft under and over sides alternately.

"Haa. Hey."

Hearing her voice, I looked at Ayoung.

She had her head turned to the side, tongue out.

I immediately rubbed my cheek to hers and licked her tongue.

Ayoung licked my tongue back.

Before I knew it, I pinched her perky nipple between my fingers and twisted lightly.

"Heh. Hehng."

Ayoung drooled like a dog, lapping at my tongue wildly.