Moonbyeol's Long-Awaited Massage
By the time Moonbyeol emerged from the bathroom again, having said she'd be quick with her shower, Taeyang had already finished unpacking all the groceries from today's shopping trip, changed clothes, and even run the vacuum in the living room. He let out a sigh at the sound of the bathroom door opening and walked out of his room.
"You usually take less than ten minutes—what's with the forty?"
Moreover, Moonbyeol wasn't even properly dressed, just haphazardly in her underwear. She shook her head lightly, and her hair swayed softly, scattering droplets of water.
"Eh, sometimes it just takes a bit when you're washing up."
Back to her usual prickly self, Moonbyeol toweled off her hair again. Acting like this was the perfect way to hide her bubbling excitement. Of course, it wasn't like she wanted to take that long in the shower. If anything, she was the one dying for that massage. But what if, god forbid, he said she smelled during it? She'd want to die on the spot. How could she half-ass it? She'd even used that callus remover she never touched, scrubbing her whole body raw. And... what if, just maybe? A tiny, minuscule chance, but what if? An utterly ridiculous possibility, but what if? What if he saw her body and got turned on? Harboring such absurd delusions, she'd neatly trimmed her bush into an inverted triangle.
"Anyway, I'm getting every bit of what I deserve for all my hard work today."
"Yeah, yeah. Sit over there on the sofa."
Before he could finish, Moonbyeol strode right up, brushed past him standing in the doorway, and slipped straight into his room. Normally, she never set foot in Taeyang's room even if she had business there. Same went for him in hers. But she moved with total natural ease, like it was her own space. She shrugged coolly at his bewildered expression.
"What? We can just do it here."
"Fine... then sit on the chair."
Once again, Taeyang didn't get to finish. Before he could even guide her to the chair, Moonbyeol launched herself onto the bed. Lying prone on the covers, she kicked her calves up and down playfully.
"I'm too exhausted to even sit. I'll take it like this."
With that, she spread her arms wide and gripped the blanket tight, as if declaring she absolutely wouldn't budge. Taeyang just chuckled at the sight.
"Alright, whatever's comfy."
He'd thought she'd grown up a bit, but nope—seemed like some regression to her kid self. Those days when she'd cling to him with pure smiles, cooing Oppa~ Oppa~ and refusing to let go, had been so adorable. When did she turn into this spiky little thing...?
"Stay put. I'll go wash my hands."
"Okay~."
While Taeyang headed to the bathroom to wash up, Moonbyeol twisted her body this way and that, finding the perfect prone position. Despite still being in the thick of puberty, her well-developed breasts squished out to the sides. She reached forward, grabbed a pillow, and tucked it under her chin. Moonbyeol rubbed her face against it. It smelled only of the grape shampoo they used at home, nothing special—but thinking it was his pillow made her nose tingle for no reason.
"Sniiiiif."
She focused hard, not missing even the faintest scent. A light whiff of her oppa's pheromones made her shiver faintly. For some weird reason, she craved sniffing more—it felt addictive. Truth be told, Moonbyeol hadn't slept well the past two nights, tangled in a mess of complicated emotions. If she had to boil it down to one word, sense of crisis fit best. And that crisis was sparking her uncharacteristically bold behavior today. She murmured softly to herself.
"Oppa..."
It was so hard to say it to his face, but alone? No problem. When he'd shown up for her class observation yesterday, she'd played it cool on the outside, but inside? She was over the moon. Sure, at first she'd worried he'd skipped his exam for it—but flip that around, and it meant he valued her over the test.
But the real issue was what happened at school today. While waiting for counseling and stopping by the health office, Taeyang had wandered all over campus. Naturally, tons of students saw him, and rumors spread like wildfire. By morning homeroom, the requests poured in to Moonbyeol. They varied a bit, but boiled down to the same thing: Set me up with your brother. Some were even girls Moonbyeol had to admit—though nowhere near her league—were pretty damn attractive. She'd brushed them off today, but this was bound to keep happening.
For her, the whole situation was infuriating.
"Cheeky bitches..."
She gnashed her teeth. Even thinking about it now boiled her blood. Charging at him just for his looks! Pussy-brained sluts! Fresh rage surged, and she buried her face in the pillow. His scent stung her nose, easing the anger a touch. Of course, she wasn't harboring some insane desire to monopolize him or anything. Once she moved out or married, she'd barely see him anyway. So until then, she just wanted him looking at her a little more, right here, right now. Plus, her oppa lived a sex life sluttier than most guys—leaping into bed with anyone. If he was that loose with sex, maybe... just maybe... she had a shot too?
As Moonbyeol lost herself in such thoughts, drowning in his scent, Taeyang returned with clean hands.
"Let's start."
He climbed onto the bed and straddled her waist. Kneeling, he clamped her torso firm between his thighs.
"Tell me if it hurts."
After loosening his hands slowly, he placed his thumbs and index fingers on her shoulders.
"Got it."
"Yeah."
*
Taeyang's fingertips touched Moonbyeol's trapezius. His skilled yet gentle movements pressed into the muscles around it.
Squuuueeeze—
"Haht! Hnngh."
His skill was better than expected, startling Moonbyeol into muffling her mouth with the pillow. Her eyes widened in flustered shock.
What the... why's he so damn good?
A few years back, her parents had raved about how refreshing his massages were, but she'd chalked it up to proud-parent bias. Experiencing it herself? This was no amateur hour. She might end up moaning like an idiot the whole time if she wasn't careful—her shoulders tensed instinctively.
"Relax your shoulders."
He called it out immediately and shifted his pressure. Continuing the massage, he asked,
"Feels good, right?"
"Eh... hngh, it's alright... hnnnghaaa..."
She snapped back curtly at first, but "alright" was bullshit. Compared to this, that 400,000-won massage chair in the corner was trash. Taeyang looked mildly surprised and adjusted his technique, now using his index and middle fingers too.
"Yeah? Then..."
"Kkuuuhng..."
Thinking Taeyang just coasted on his looks to seduce women would be a grave mistake. Sure, women in this world fell to lust easily, but not all of them. He had to level up accordingly. Skills for seducing women. While kids his age hit cram schools for math and English, Taeyang dove into arts and athletics: painting, sports, instruments, singing, even climbing, shooting, fishing—outdoor stuff women dominated. He'd devoured every worthwhile pursuit, and massage was a handy byproduct. He could've gotten certified if he wanted; he was that proficient. Nothing beat it for teasing married older women who were already taken. No matter how prim their chastity or devoted to family, the moment they let him "massage" their shoulders, handing over their pussies was just a matter of time. Hell, even the instructor at the massage academy who'd taught him ended up fucked that way.
Over twenty minutes passed like that, and Taeyang paused to wipe sweat from his brow with the back of his hand. He laid his hands back on her shoulders and pushed upward gently. A sigh escaped at the springy yet soft skin. Given his age, the women he hooked up with were usually older or same-age. A few years' difference made the firmness and silkiness on this skin feel otherworldly.
Moonbyeol, lost in the massage and swaying dreamily, let out a weird noise when it stopped.
"Euuung?"
"You gotta release like this midway through."
"R... right..."
Sorry, Ahyeon, but skin-wise? Moonbyeol wins. And trailing his gaze from her nape down her back to thighs and calves, her pale skin was flawless—no blemishes, not even a single goosebump. With that thought, he pressed harder again.
"Kyaaht!"
Taeyang froze. From his angle, he only saw her head, but that scream only came when pain exceeded her tolerance.
"That hurt a lot?"
Moonbyeol couldn't even answer, squeezing her eyes shut. It hurt—like, tears-pricking pain—but she shook her head. Instead, she twisted slightly to smirk at him mockingly.
"Nah, doesn't hurt at all?"
She even poked at his pride like that. Not youthful bravado. If it were just shoulder ache, she'd have told him to go easy... but
"Guess even you can't help being a guy after all. Spot-on location, but the pressure's kinda weak."
The intense pain sparking from her shoulders spread through her body in seconds, setting her ablaze. A subtle sensation she'd missed during the initial gentle kneading. Unlike past massages that just cooled her shoulders, this sent chills racing up her spine to rattle her brain. Like last night after he'd spanked her ass—the thrilling heat from his hand applying ointment. A pleasure she could never get solo washed over her again. Flashing a seductive eye-smile, she provoked him once more.
"Can't go any harder?"
Taeyang couldn't see it, but her ass was swaying side to side, teasingly.