Bait: Shin Mi-yun (3)
Tuesday noon.
Tuesdays were Deputy Representative Shin Mi-yun’s day off. On this precious holiday that came only once a week, she had spent half the day since waking up pacing around with her phone in hand.
“Haah… Am I really going to call?”
The number glowing on her screen belonged to the business card a client named Jeong Haun had handed her the other day.
He had introduced himself as the representative of Noir Clinic, a VIP-only aesthetic brand. Tall, with a ruggedly handsome face that looked every bit the part of a confident man.
Handsome men were hardly rare at Neulsoop. With how many celebrity regulars they had, good looks were practically wallpaper.
What made Jeong Haun special wasn’t his face—it was his massage technique.
Seriously… this is insane.
How could a little massage make her hair feel healthier and her shoulder line look prettier? The line of her shoulders had improved, and the deep, grinding ache that used to pin them down had simply vanished.
But having him come to her home still felt a little…
No. This is In-Home Therapy. Don’t overthink it.
After a long hesitation, Mi-yun finally pressed the call button on the phone she’d been clutching.
The line rang a few times before a pleasant mid-low voice came through.
"Hello. This is Noir Clinic."
“Uh… Mr. Jeong Haun?”
“Yes, this is Jeong Haun, the clinic representative.”
“Ah! Hello, this is Shin Mi-yun. We met at Neulsoop… you remember, right?”
“Oh, hello. Of course I remember.”
“Haha… thank you for remembering. Haun, are you free today? I was wondering if I could receive that In-Home Therapy you mentioned last time… Is this too sudden? Today’s my day off, so I should have booked in advance…”
The moment she heard his voice, Mi-yun found herself rambling, piling on extra words without meaning to.
Now that she was actually on the line, the worry hit her. What if same-day reservations weren’t possible? Maybe she was being a nuisance.
She hadn’t even considered that before dialing.
Haun, however, laughed lightly and answered without hesitation.
“Not at all. As it happens, my afternoon is free today. You want the treatment right away, then?”
“Huh? Y-yes…”
“Then just give me the address and I’ll head over.”
“…Nonhyeon-dong. Gainville, 4th floor, unit 3, XX-gil, Nonhyeon-dong.”
“Gainville, 4th floor, unit 3, Nonhyeon-dong. Hmm… about thirty minutes. I’ll be there shortly.”
“Okay. Call me when you arrive.”
After hanging up, Mi-yun’s heart started pounding even harder.
She kept telling herself it was only a massage—just In-Home Therapy—but she knew the truth. In the end, she was inviting a handsome man into her home.
No matter how much she dressed it up as a professional massage, that fact remained.
Don’t get nervous. It’s not like this is the first time I’ve let a man into my place.
Shin Mi-yun had been born with good looks and then refined them even further through sheer effort. That dazzling appearance meant men never stopped approaching her.
She had dated several boyfriends; some of those relationships had gone as far as the bedroom. She hadn’t been careless with her body, but she wasn’t inexperienced either.
At her age—late twenties—and with her looks, that was only natural.
So why?
Why was she this tense over something as simple as a massage visit?
Hooo…
Jeong Haun’s face, his height, his voice, the feel of his hands kneading her shoulders—everything that came to mind when she thought of him only made her more nervous.
“This won’t do. I should clean the house first…”
She hurriedly tidied the clothes strewn around her place, then checked her own outfit.
Right now she was wearing a soft cotton tee and shorts—home wear for lounging alone. Naturally she wasn’t wearing a bra, so the faint peaks of her nipples left clear outlines against the thin fabric.
“…This is no good.”
She considered putting a bra on, then suddenly remembered something Haun had said while massaging her shoulders and sliding the bra strap aside.
If we were only thinking about shoulder health, no straps at all would be better. But of course we can’t exactly do that.
She would obviously wear a bra to work, but did she really need one for a massage? Hadn’t he said she should let everything loosen up for the treatment?
Still…
She didn’t want to greet him with her nipples poking out.
Rummaging through her closet, she found something that looked perfect.
“Oh? I still have this?”
What Shin Mi-yun pulled out was a yoga set.
The off-shoulder top fully exposed her shoulder line, and the built-in pads meant she wouldn’t have to worry about embarrassing outlines even without a bra.
“…Glad I bought it.”
She had signed up for yoga classes, gone once, and never returned. The ambitious set she’d bought had been rotting in the closet—until now.
She put on the matching half-leggings and waited for Haun.
The crop top left her navel bare. The snug fabric hugged every curve of her body, but it was workout wear, after all. She repeated to herself that it was basically just exercise clothes, so there was nothing to be embarrassed about.
Then—
Ding-dong—
The doorbell rang. Shin Mi-yun opened the door.
Finally, a real battle.
I headed to Shin Mi-yun’s place while mentally reviewing every secret technique of the Hwanhui Saekjeong Magong I had mastered so far.
My outfit was a shirt and slacks. In my bag I had packed oil, a short-sleeved tee, and shorts to change into. Once a proper massage started, oil would inevitably get on my clothes. I planned to switch into the blue short-sleeve look physical therapists wore and then get to work.
“Ah, hello, Mr. Jeong Haun.”
“Haha, hello. Today you’re the client, Mi-yun.”
“Ah! Right. Calling everyone ‘client’ just became a habit from work…”
Mi-yun’s place was a newly built two-room villa tucked into an alley. The building itself felt clean and modern, but the clothes hanging on the rack and the cluttered state of the vanity suggested a rushed cleaning job.
She must’ve cleaned in a hurry.
More important was what she was wearing.
Shin Mi-yun had on a tight crop yoga top and half-leggings. Her long, slender legs and slim waistline were as attractive as ever, but her chest and hips still left something to be desired.
I stepped inside and said,
“Call me Director or Teacher—whichever feels comfortable.”
“Yes, Haun-ssaem.”
Hair designers often called each other “so-and-so-ssaem,” so that was probably why she chose it.
“Then let’s start with a quick consultation. Besides the trapezius reduction and shoulder stiffness I treated briefly the other day, are there any other painful areas or places you’d like massaged?”
If I was going to do this, I would do it thoroughly.
I had no intention of just riding the mood into casual skinship. That would turn the whole thing into seduction instead of massage.
With Shin Mi-yun I needed to demonstrate the full effects of the Lust Technique and turn her into a living before-and-after teaching aid.
“Uh… my lower back hurts a little too.”
“Lower-back pain.”
“And my legs a bit…”
“You’ve probably got some edema from standing so long. Turn around for a moment.”
I deliberately spun Shin Mi-yun around and felt her calves from behind. Nothing serious—just the average calf muscle soreness people who stand all day develop.
But I would use everything.
“You wear heels a lot, right?”
“Yes.”
“When you wear heels, the tension runs from the Achilles all the way up through the calves and the backs of the thighs.”
As I spoke I casually moved my hands higher, pressing firmly into her thighs—right up to the crease just below her hips.
“Ah, euk…!?”
While she was still flustered I smoothly continued.
“If you stand in heels for long periods, the pelvis tilts forward here, the lower back arches, and your posture collapses.”
“Ah, aaah…”
I placed both hands on her waist and even brushed the erector spinae along her lower back. The area was completely bare skin, so Mi-yun tensed a little more.
“So—shoulders, lower back, pelvis, thighs, and calves. We’ll do a full posterior-body treatment. Lie face-down on the bed. I’ll change and be right out.”
“Y-you’re changing clothes?”
“I can’t work in a dress shirt, can I? Mind if I use the bathroom?”
“Y-yes! Over there.”
Good. So far, so smooth.
Next came the real massage.
I had to convert the pleasure Shin Mi-yun felt into internal energy through the Hwanhui Saekjeong Magong, then use that energy to relieve her shoulder and lower-back pain and clear the edema in her legs.
That required more internal energy than last time. Which meant I had to make her feel even more.
When I came out after changing, Shin Mi-yun was already lying face-down on the bed.
I sat beside her, rested a hand on her shoulder, and said,
“Alright, relax.”
“Okay… hoooo—”
“Your shoulders are already starting to knot up again. How’s this spot? You feel that, right?”
“Euk… yes, euk.”
“Does it hurt?”
“A-a little…”
I began like an ordinary massage, then gradually widened the range, sliding my fingertips under her top.
The off-shoulder design already left her shoulders bare, but now I pushed further inward toward the shoulder blades.
“The scapula and spine need to be properly aligned here to prevent turtle neck.”
“Eut… yeees…”
Working from above was awkward, though.
I withdrew my hands, took both of her arms, and lifted them.
“Now, let’s raise the shoulders upward—like you’re cheering.”
Shin Mi-yun followed my instructions and raised her arms. In that moment I slid my hands down, caught the hem of her top, and rolled it up.
“Eut!?”
“I need to massage the lower back, so just a little higher.”
I flipped the fabric up until it barely covered her chest. Her entire back was exposed. I slowly swept my fingertips upward from the waist, stimulating every inch.
“Heut…”
“Massage works best when it contacts bare skin directly.”
“I-is that so?”
“Of course. That’s why a lot of clients start in comfortable everyday clothes rather than something this tight. As the session progresses, clothes come off anyway.”
“Ah…”
Shin Mi-yun flinched at the word “undress.” She clearly hadn’t thought that far ahead.
What I told other clients was pure fiction, of course, but the part about bare skin being more effective was true. The Lust Technique converted energy through skin contact into internal power.
I continued speaking as if undressing the upper body were the most natural thing in the world.
“Still, it’s good you didn’t wear a bra. Anything that snags or digs in during a massage interferes with the circulation of qi and blood.”
“Heuuut. Heut…”
When my hands slipped along the ribs and brushed the side of her breast, Mi-yun’s breathing deepened. I could feel her arousal climbing.
“Hooooot. I-it’s ticklish.”
“I’ll go gently here.”
“Yeees… heut…”
My hands gradually worked lower until they reached her waist.
The waistband of her half-leggings was cinched tight over her pelvis. I took hold of the band.
“This line from the lumbar spine into the pelvis is important too… You have an anterior pelvic tilt, so just a moment.”
I pulled it down.
I peeled the leggings low enough that the cleft of her hips was almost visible. Shin Mi-yun jerked her head around in shock.
“W-wait, there…!”
“Ah-ah, posture. Face forward.”
“Eut, but—”
“Even if it hurts a little, bear with it.”
When she showed even a hint of resistance, I took one step back.
I deliberately applied a heavy, painful pressure so she would clearly register: this is a massage.
I put my full body weight through my forearm and pressed hard across the top of her pelvis.
“Uueuk…!”
Mi-yun cried out at the sudden intense pressure. That should have snapped her back to reality.
I immediately eased off, cupped both sides of her buttocks with my hands, and gently massaged around the tailbone with my thumbs.
“Good girl. You held up well.”
“Hoooeeeut—”
“Did it hurt a lot?”
“No, j-just a little…”
“Working the pelvis is always a bit difficult. You really need to stimulate deep inside, but that only comes with the special course.”
“Special course?”
“Yes. There’s an add-on course to the full-body care. It requires oil, so it would be hard to do while you’re still dressed like this.”
“Aaah. Oil…”
“I brought some just in case you wanted the upgrade. Interested?”
“Th-then I’d have to change clothes?”
“Usually clients undress completely.”
“Ah.”
Shin Mi-yun looked flustered again. The idea of taking everything off seemed to hit her hard.
Time to give her an easy exit so it didn’t feel awkward.
“That course is a bit expensive, though.”
“H-how much?”
Giving her price as an excuse so she could buy time to think.
Let’s see… what would be the right number? I needed to recoup what I’d spent at the hair salon, at least.
“Full price is 1.2 million, but for you, Mi-yun, I’ll do it half off.”
“O-one million two hundred? Even half is six hundred thousand…”
Shin Mi-yun’s eyes went wide.
1.2 million won was definitely steep. Even at Neulsoop, where she was deputy representative, a full high-end setting easily ran over five or six hundred thousand. They targeted VIPs, after all.
“We still have the calves and the backs of the thighs left, so think it over while I finish the massage.”
I left her room to consider and continued working.
Right now Shin Mi-yun’s head was probably spinning with the unexpectedly high price.
She’ll end up deciding she can’t take it.
Not that she doesn’t want it—that she can’t.
That changes the whole mindset.
When someone feels they “can’t” have something because of money, they only crave it more and grow curious. That’s human nature.
The fact that the special course required full undressing had suddenly become a secondary detail.
This is the perfect moment for one more discount.
“Haun-ssaem… I think the special course might be a little…”
“How about this, then?”
“Huh?”
“If you promise to recommend my clinic to your other clients, I’ll do this one session free of charge.”