A Massage Fixes Everything
I stared blankly at the message that popped up on my phone screen.
Invalid Access.
Invalid access? What the hell was that supposed to mean?
I'd just sent a simple text to the number saved as "Healing Center" after seeing their ad on a community board. All it said was: I'm interested in the service. When are you available?
But instead of a normal reply, this error message showed up like some kind of system rejection.
"What is this, a scam? Or did I get the wrong number?"
I scratched the back of my head, feeling a mix of annoyance and confusion. The post had looked pretty legit. It promised a "special full-body massage that fixes everything just by pressing the right spots," and the reviews were glowing. People were raving about how it cured their chronic fatigue, back pain, even some weird aftereffects from dungeon runs.
Since coming back to Earth, my body had been a total mess. The aftershocks from using all that otherworldly power weren't something modern medicine could handle. My muscles felt like they'd been twisted into knots, and no amount of stretching or painkillers seemed to help.
That's why I'd reached out. But this?
I tried sending another message, just in case.
Hello? Is this the right number for the healing massage?
This time, the reply came instantly.
"Suspicious? Me?"
I couldn't help but laugh. What kind of massage place had a verification process stricter than a bank?
Still, I was desperate enough to play along. I replied with my name, age, and even attached a quick selfie. If this was some elaborate catfish, at least I'd get a good story out of it.
A few seconds later, another message arrived.
"Finally."
I quickly typed back that I wanted to come in as soon as possible. The response was almost immediate.
A map link followed right after. It was a small building tucked away in a quiet alley near Gukhan University. Not exactly the shady basement I'd half-expected, but still pretty low-key for a place claiming miracle cures.
I checked the time. It was already past seven. If I left now, I'd make it with time to spare.
"Alright, let's see what this is all about."
Grabbing my jacket, I headed out. The evening air was cool against my skin, and for the first time in weeks, I felt a spark of genuine hope. If this place could even take the edge off the constant ache in my body, it'd be worth it.
The building was exactly where the map said it would be—a modest two-story structure with a simple wooden sign that read "Serene Touch Healing Center" in elegant handwriting. No flashy neon lights, no suspicious-looking bouncers. Just a quiet, almost peaceful vibe that made me relax a little.
I pushed open the door and stepped inside.
The interior was surprisingly cozy. Soft lighting, the faint scent of herbs and essential oils, and gentle instrumental music playing in the background. It felt more like a high-end spa than some back-alley massage parlor.
"Welcome."
A calm, melodic voice greeted me from behind the reception desk. The woman who stood up was... stunning. Long black hair tied in a neat ponytail, sharp yet kind eyes, and a figure that her simple white uniform did nothing to hide. She looked like she belonged on a magazine cover, not running a healing center.
"You must be Kim Hyunjin. I'm Lee Seoyeon, the owner here."
Her smile was warm, but there was something in her gaze that made my instincts tingle. Like she was sizing me up in ways that went beyond a normal consultation.
"Nice to meet you," I said, trying to sound casual. "I saw your ad online. Figured I'd give it a shot."
"Of course. Most of our clients come to us that way." She tapped something on her tablet, then looked back at me. "Before we begin, I should explain how our service works. We don't just do regular massages. Our technique is... special. It targets the flow of energy in your body. Think of it as acupuncture combined with deep tissue work, but much more effective."
Energy flow? That sounded suspiciously close to the kind of mana manipulation I'd learned in the other world. My interest was officially piqued.
"Sounds intense. Will it hurt?"
She let out a soft laugh. "Only if you resist. Most people fall asleep halfway through. Shall we get started?"
I nodded and followed her down a short hallway to a private treatment room. The space was dimly lit, with a massage table in the center and shelves lined with various oils and tools I didn't recognize.
"Please undress to your comfort level and lie face down. I'll step out for a moment."
Once she left, I stripped down to my boxers and got onto the table. The surface was warm and surprisingly comfortable. I rested my head on the cushioned face cradle and tried to relax.
A minute later, the door opened again. Soft footsteps approached, and I caught a whiff of her subtle floral scent.
"I'm going to start with your shoulders. Let me know if anything feels off."
Her hands were warm as they settled on my back. At first, it was just gentle pressure. Then she began to press in with her thumbs, finding spots that made me want to both groan in pain and sigh in relief at the same time.
"You're really tense here," she murmured. "It's like your muscles have been locked in place for years."
"You have no idea," I muttered into the cradle.
She worked in silence for a while, her fingers moving with practiced precision. Every knot she found seemed to melt away under her touch. But then she hit a particularly stubborn spot near my spine, and I felt something shift inside me—like a dam breaking.
A warm rush of energy flowed through my body, spreading from that single point to every limb. It felt... familiar. Like the sensation of circulating mana, but gentler. More controlled.
"There we go," she whispered, almost to herself. "Your energy channels were completely blocked. No wonder you've been in so much pain."
My eyes widened beneath the cradle. She could see my energy channels? That wasn't normal. Not on Earth, anyway.
I was about to say something when her hands moved lower, pressing along my lower back with just the right amount of force. Another wave of warmth flooded through me, and I couldn't hold back a low moan.
"Does that feel good?" Her voice had taken on a slightly huskier tone.
"Yeah... really good."
She continued working down my body, her touch growing bolder. When she reached my thighs, her fingers slipped just under the edge of my boxers, teasing the sensitive skin there. I tensed up instinctively.
"Relax. This is part of the full treatment."
Her hands were magic. Every press, every knead sent sparks of pleasure mixed with healing energy racing through me. I could feel the lingering damage from my time in the other world slowly unraveling, like threads being pulled loose.
By the time she asked me to flip over, I was already half-hard and trying desperately not to think about it.
She didn't seem surprised at all. If anything, her smile had turned a little mischievous.
"Looks like your lower energy center is responding well," she said lightly, her eyes flicking down for just a second. "That's a good sign. It means the treatment is working."
I swallowed hard. "Is... is this normal?"
"For someone with as much built-up energy as you? Very normal." She poured some warm oil into her palms and began working on my chest. "Just let it happen. The more you resist, the longer it takes to clear the blockages."
Her hands moved lower, gliding over my stomach, then dangerously close to the waistband of my boxers. I was fully hard now, the thin fabric doing nothing to hide it.
When her fingers finally brushed against me through the material, I sucked in a sharp breath.
"Seoyeon..."
"Shh. This is still part of the massage. A very special part." Her voice was low, almost seductive now. "You came here to be fixed, didn't you? Let me take care of everything."
Her hand slipped under the waistband, wrapping around me with a firm, warm grip. I groaned as she began to stroke slowly, her thumb circling the tip with practiced ease.
The dual sensation of healing energy and raw pleasure was overwhelming. Every stroke seemed to push more of that warm power into my body, mending things I didn't even know were broken.
"You're so hard," she whispered, leaning closer so her breath tickled my ear. "All that pent-up energy... it needs to be released properly. Otherwise it'll just build up again."
I reached up without thinking, pulling her down into a kiss. She made a surprised sound but didn't pull away. Instead, she deepened it, her tongue sliding against mine as her hand continued its steady rhythm.
When we broke apart, her cheeks were flushed and her eyes had gone dark with desire.
"The full treatment usually requires... direct contact," she said breathlessly. "Would you like that?"
"God, yes."
She stood up and slowly unbuttoned her uniform, letting it slide off her shoulders to reveal smooth, perfect skin and lacy white underwear that left very little to the imagination. Her body was incredible—toned yet soft in all the right places.
She climbed onto the table, straddling my hips. Pulling my boxers down, she freed my throbbing cock and positioned herself over it.
"Just relax and let me do the work," she murmured, sinking down onto me in one smooth motion.
We both moaned at the same time. She was incredibly tight and wet, like she'd been just as turned on by the massage as I had. She began to move, rolling her hips in a slow, sensual rhythm that matched the flow of energy between us.
Every time she sank down, I felt another surge of healing power wash through me. It was like our bodies were syncing up, exchanging energy in the most intimate way possible.
"Fuck, you feel amazing," I groaned, gripping her hips.
She leaned forward, her breasts pressing against my chest as she rode me harder. "Your energy... it's so strong. I can feel it filling me up. Don't hold back. Give me everything."
I thrust up to meet her, the table creaking beneath us. The pleasure was building fast, intensified by whatever magical technique she was using. It felt like every nerve in my body was on fire in the best possible way.
"I'm close," I warned her, my voice rough.
"Me too. Come inside me. Let it all out."
Her words pushed me over the edge. With a deep groan, I came hard, pulsing inside her as waves of ecstasy crashed through me. She cried out at the same time, her inner walls clenching around me as she reached her own climax.
For a long moment, we stayed like that, breathing hard and trembling. The energy between us felt completely balanced now, like every blockage had been blown wide open.
Finally, she lifted her head and smiled at me, looking thoroughly satisfied.
"How do you feel?"
"Like a new man," I admitted. The constant ache was gone. My body felt lighter, stronger, more alive than it had since returning to Earth.
"Good. That's what I like to hear." She gave me a quick kiss before carefully climbing off. "The first session is always the most intense. You'll probably need a few more to fully stabilize your energy."
I raised an eyebrow. "Is that your way of saying I should book another appointment?"
She laughed softly as she started getting dressed. "Maybe. Or maybe I just enjoy fixing handsome, powerful men like you."
As I got up and started pulling my own clothes back on, I couldn't help but grin. Coming here had been the best decision I'd made since returning.
"So... same time next week?"
Her eyes sparkled with amusement and something warmer. "I'll make sure to save you a spot. And who knows? Maybe next time we'll try the advanced course."
I had a feeling I was going to be a very regular customer from now on.