Chapter 21: Please Don't Interfere
Park Yerin was a promising pianist.
She had swept all the titles for the youngest, and with terms like child genius, talent bestowed by the gods, she seemed destined to conquer the classical world.
But that was the past.
Two years ago, a herniated disk from a car accident had taken everything away from her.
She could walk or lie down, but sitting was impossible.
A pianist who couldn't sit in a chair for more than five minutes...
"What's the point of living..."
Park Yerin muttered words that belonged in a philosophy book and opened her cigarette pack.
Her hand reaching for the cigarettes was strangely awkward.
"This is how it's done?"
At twenty years old, this was her first cigarette.
She bought it because she thought she couldn't endure the rebellion otherwise.
She put a cigarette in her mouth and lit the lighter.
Click, the switch lighter ignited in one go.
"?"
But even holding the lighter to the cigarette, it didn't light.
Maybe a defective product?
Then, as she took a breath, a strong tobacco smell and harmful smoke from the cigarette filled her lungs deeply.
"Cough! Hack! Hack! What the hell is this! Hack! Hack! Ugh."
The first cigarette she tried failed spectacularly.
I don't know why she was smoking this.
Park Yerin extinguished the cigarette and threw the whole thing into the trash.
Then she rinsed her mouth with water to wash away the bitter taste.
Drrring - Drrick!
At that moment, the sound of the front door opening came.
She didn't need to check who it was.
There was no one else who could enter this house now except her mom.
"What kind of smell is this? Are you smoking cigarettes!?"
"Haa... what's wrong with smoking a cigarette. After all, my life's ruined."
"You little brat! I thought you were all grown up!"
"Then what? Now I'm a has-been who can't even play the piano."
Park Yerin spat out sharp words.
She knew her words would wound her mother.
But she couldn't stop herself.
The wounds to her body and mind were too deep.
Until two years ago, she thought she could achieve everything in the world.
But a single accident took it all away.
She had lived her life staring at the piano, but now she couldn't play it.
That meant Park Yerin's life was over.
"Come on. There's somewhere to go."
"I don't want to. No. I'm not going. It's annoying."
"Come on. I made a reservation with a famous massage therapist."
"Haa... now that it's come to this, does it even matter?"
Park Yerin's herniated disk was severe.
She had undergone surgery and rehabilitation, but it wasn't fully cured.
She had taken all the good medicine and seen all the famous therapists.
But walking was the limit.
Now, what kind of massage...
"It was early stage, they said there are people who recover. The therapist I'm reserving with is someone who makes you wait a month. No more talk, just come with me. Mom hasn't given up on you yet."
"Seriously... it's annoying."
Park Yerin grumbled as she followed her mother.
No matter how you look at it, thanks to her mother, she could continue living.
If her mother hadn't been there, Park Yerin might have made bad choices.
"Seatbelt on?"
"..."
In the back seat of mom's car, there's a mat installed that allows lying down.
It's a mat that fixes the seatbelt to the driver's and passenger's seats to create space to lie down fully, including legs.
And every time Park Yerin got in this car, she fell into a profound self-loathing.
It's not just riding in the car; it feels like transporting a corpse.
The feeling intensified when she fastened the seatbelt to fix her movements.
That's why she didn't want to go out.
"Let's start."
"..."
Park Yerin lay on the mat with her eyes closed.
Tears might come out, but they don't.
Because she had cried too much in the past time, now even tears had dried up.
"Women's only massage parlor...? Is this a brothel?"
"What? What are you saying. Don't say big trouble. It's been two years since the massage technique changed. Now, brothels can't even operate."
"Let's go in."
Fortunately, the massage parlor was on the first floor.
If it was on the second or third, it would have been very difficult.
"Welcome."
"Yes. I reserved it. Choi Bogyeong."
As she entered, a man who looked like a gangster smiled and greeted.
Is this really not a brothel?
"I was waiting. A 30-minute sports massage, right? Please wait in room 1."
"My daughter is going to receive a massage, and her body is a bit uncomfortable. Can I come in with her?"
"Yes. No problem. It's room 1."
"..."
The words "body is uncomfortable" coming from mom's mouth were really annoying.
It was more annoying that the words were true.
Park Yerin walked slowly behind her mom with her lips pouting.
"Come here, I'll help you up."
"What kind of kid am I? I can do it alone."
"No more talk, come here. If you twist your waist or something, the symptoms will worsen. Until your body heals, Mom will definitely help you all the way, so remember that."
"Tsk..."
Even at this age, going on a massage bed alone was embarrassing and humiliating.
But her mom's words were right.
If she pushed too hard alone, and hurt her waist, she would have to suffer with pain for days.
Knock, knock.
"Coming in."
And soon, the door opened and the massage therapist entered.
Since she was a famous therapist, she thought of an older person...
What? It was a surprisingly young man.
Moreover, his face was handsome.
'What's the use of being handsome. I'm basically a disabled person.'
Seeing Suhyun's handsome face, Yerin's chest gave a slight flutter.
But that flutter was sucked into the deep wound in her heart and disappeared in an instant.
"Are you observing?"
"Yes. Is that not allowed? The counter said it's fine."
"It's okay, but since you're receiving a massage, you might misunderstand. It might produce somewhat erotic sounds, but it's because my technique is so good that that's the case. Please don't interfere."
"Eh...?"
Choi Bogyeong thought what kind of nonsense this was and frowned.
Erotic sounds?
But Suhyun didn't explain her intention and started the massage.
And the moment Suhyun's hand touched Park Yerin's foot, a huge moan came out from Park Yerin's mouth.
"Ahhhhhh...!?"
* * *
Knock, knock.
"Coming in."
Suhyun entered room 1 and was slightly surprised.
It was the first time there were two guests in the massage room.
It wasn't a reservation mistake, and judging by the ages, it seemed like mother and daughter.
"Are you observing?"
"Yes. Is that not allowed? The counter said it's fine."
As expected.
It seemed the mother was watching over her daughter who was in a lot of pain.
She couldn't stop that.
But to ensure smooth progress, she had to say one thing.
"It's okay, but since you're receiving a massage, you might misunderstand. It might produce somewhat erotic sounds, but it's because my technique is so good that that's the case. Please don't interfere."
Choi Bogyeong frowned.
But Suhyun didn't care and placed his hand on Park Yerin's foot.
A picture is worth a thousand words.
Since she had issued a warning, she wouldn't interfere during the massage.
"Ahhhhhh...!"
"It looks like your waist is in a lot of pain. But don't push. Feel the massage hand with maximum relaxation. Concentrate on it."
"Ugh, wait... This feeling is too weird...!?"
"Hey, what's going on? Why is my daughter like this suddenly?!"
"This is evidence that the massage is going well. I'll make your waist comfortable, so keep watching."
"..."
Hearing Suhyun's words, Choi Bogyeong closed her mouth.
If it was an unknown therapist, she would have protested and stopped the massage.
But the young man in front of her was an incredibly skilled massage therapist who made you wait a month for an appointment.
So, she stayed silent, thinking there must be something.
And that choice was entirely right.
"Ah... ah... it feels..."
"Good, right? Don't worry, accept it. It's because the massage is going so well. But how did your waist get injured? The injury seems old, but the damage is still very deep."
"Haa... car accident... ah..."
Suhyun talked with Park Yerin, pointing out good acupoints on her waist.
Gongron acupoint, Seungsan acupoint, Pungsi acupoint.
Every time he injected internal energy, a tingling rebound was felt.
That meant Park Yerin's waist was not good.
"Do you feel the tingling in your waist now?"
"Yes... but it doesn't hurt strangely...? No, rather..."
Park Yerin started to speak but stopped.
If mom wasn't there, maybe...
It was a bit embarrassing to say it felt good with mom watching from the side.
"Say it comfortably. Saying it feels good helps the massage. Don't think weirdly. Because my technique is excellent, it turns the burden on your waist into pleasure. And it relaxes the hardened muscles."
"Huuu..."
"Is, is that possible!?"
"Mom. I understand your heart for your daughter, but will you help me concentrate? If your mind is distracted, the massage effect might decrease."
"Ah... yes..."
"Now I'm going to prick the Jueyin acupoint. It's a good acupoint for leg numbness. Since the pain in your waist, your legs have been numb a lot, right?"
"Yes! Eeeeeeet! Aaaaaah!"
Suhyun pricked the acupoint between her butt and thigh.
At that moment, Park Yerin, whose waist was not good, lifted her head and upper body and let out a loud moan.
It was a movement that put strain on her waist.
But Park Yerin felt a huge pleasure that she forgot the pain in her waist.
It was as if she was pricking the acupoint under her butt, but the pleasure felt like pricking the Jueyin.
"Ah, I didn't ask your name either. What's your name?"
"Huuu♡ B, Park Yerin...♡ Aaaang♡ Huuuu♡"
"Park Yerin, Yerin. Good. I remember. Now, let's go up to the waist properly."
Suhyun's hand touched her waist.
At that moment, Park Yerin felt an unprecedented comfort since the accident.
Just from the hand touching, the pain disappeared as if washed away.