The Quivering Bait
Aaaah…! I'm crazy, I'm crazy…! Shin Mi-yun, you've lost your mind!!
After Haun left, Shin Mi-yun stamped her feet, writhing with sheer embarrassment.
How could she have moaned like that during a massage? She'd gone and made a complete spectacle of herself, flashing her thoroughly soaked panties.
I never knew a massage could feel that good…!
The name alone should have been a warning — Pelvic Deep Tissue Massage. Massaging the inside of the pelvis. She'd braced herself for it, more or less. The thought that she might have to show her panties, that he might touch somewhere mortifying — that much she'd anticipated.
What she hadn't expected was feeling so good that her panties would end up drenched.
He didn't even touch me there…
Haun's hands had never once brushed her pussy. He'd only kneaded the surrounding muscles and her ass.
And yet it had felt so good she could barely keep her head on straight. Not even her ex-boyfriends' foreplay had ever felt this good.
She'd never known she could get this wet, either.
"Ugh… so embarrassing."
She checked herself in the mirror. Her hair, damp with sweat from the heat of the massage, clung to her forehead.
The massage had clearly worked. Her neckline looked sharper, her shoulders fell at a prettier angle. With her spine straightened out, even her waist looked more cinched.
Or did my hips actually go up?
Turning sideways, she thought her ass might have gotten bigger.
She faced forward again and dropped her gaze. What met her eyes was the darkened shadow at her crotch.
I'm wet…?!
Her juices hadn't just soaked through her panties — they'd stained the Y-zone of her half-leggings as well.
Hah! Teacher Haun might have seen it!
The thought made her feel even stranger. Her wet panties suddenly felt clammy and uncomfortable, and that damp place between her legs felt hypersensitive.
Shin Mi-yun yanked her leggings and panties down in one motion.
Sssrrk.
As she pulled them to her knees, a sticky string of her juices stretched from the fabric like a thread.
"Haaah…"
Cool air kissed her bare, smoothly waxed pussy lips. She always kept herself meticulously groomed, and the sensation was oddly refreshing.
And somehow… more sensitive than usual.
Without thinking, Mi-yun brought her hand down there. The tip of her middle finger brushed lightly over the hood of her clit.
"Hyeet!"
The sharp jolt of sensation dropped her right onto the floor.
Aaaah…!
That sensitive feeling. Her body still burning. She'd already come once from Haun's massage, but it hadn't been enough. The incomplete release left her unable to hold back.
"Hyeut…! Hwaaah."
Mi-yun rubbed her clit, then pushed a finger inside. She was already so soaked she didn't need spit or anything else to ease the way.
Schlick, schlick—
"Hwaaang, haang!"
It had been a long time since she'd masturbated.
After breaking up with her last boyfriend, sex hadn't held much interest for her.
Her last boyfriend, the one before him — they'd all been more interested in getting themselves off than in making Mi-yun this wet.
Whether it was sex or masturbation, she'd always thought you needed lube or spit to get things going down there.
And yet here she was, completely soaked without any of that.
Schlick, schlick—
Every time her finger slid in and out, a wet, sticky sound filled the room.
Mi-yun found herself wishing her slender middle finger were something more.
"Haaang— haa…"
If only he'd touched her.
If Teacher Haun had used the massage as an excuse and touched her all the way.
If he'd gone beyond touching and pushed his fingers deep inside her.
"Hwaaang! Hwaaaeut!"
Schlick, schlick!
Shin Mi-yun worked her finger while imagining Haun's thick hands — the ones that had kneaded every inch of her body.
His deep eyes. That straight, sharp nose. That low, rich voice. That solid build.
The more she pictured him, the more aroused she became.
She curled her finger inside herself, pressing as if hooking something.
A thrilling rush surged through her, and his name rose unbidden.
Ha… Teacher Haun…!
The last shred of her reason held her back from actually crying out his name.
But it couldn't stop the moans.
"Hwaaaat!"
The fantasy of those thick, large hands pressing against her pussy, fingers pushing inside her.
Compared to that imagination, the actual stimulation was pitifully weak. Her own fingers were thin and short next to the thickness of Haun's.
Not enough… not enough…!
Schlick, schlick—
Shin Mi-yun kept thrusting into herself.
Even if she couldn't quite reach the spot she wanted, just imagining Haun touching her felt several times better than ordinary masturbation.
"Hwaaang… hiyaaaaaut!"
She finally came, her body trembling violently.
Masturbating while thinking of Haun had been more electric, more intoxicating, than any self-pleasure she'd ever managed before.
Maybe even better than sex.
"Haaa… haa…"
But that blissful moment was brief.
A woman's arousal may recede slowly, but nothing lasts forever.
What remained in her field of vision was the reflection in the mirror — herself, sprawled with her legs spread, panties and leggings still hooked around one ankle, looking thoroughly undignified.
"Aaaah… shit…"
An indescribable self-loathing washed over her at the sight.
I've really lost it… Shin Mi-yun.
Coming in front of her masseur wasn't enough — now she was masturbating while thinking about him. And not just replaying the massage. She'd fantasized about him fingering her deep inside.
And the worst part was how good it had felt.
Mi-yun pressed a hand to her forehead and hung her head.
At least now I know why it's so expensive…
She'd probably pay for it even if the massage did nothing at all. And for VIP clients swimming in money, a million won wouldn't even register as a loss.
"Ah…… I'm hungry."
She deliberately latched onto the feeling of hunger, trying to push thoughts of Haun and the massage far away.
She had a feeling she could get addicted. Despite the self-loathing, the urge to book another session was already threatening to surface.
If that happened, she'd go bankrupt.
Introducing clients and receiving massages as compensation. That would be enough.
Ah… whatever. Food first.
Mi-yun opened a delivery app.
She ordered the mala tang she always got, the first thing that caught her eye, then closed her phone.
And until the delivery arrived, she kept opening her call history under the pretense of checking the driver's location — scrolling again and again to the conversation where she'd booked Haun's massage.
The next day.
Mi-yun went into Neulsoop as usual.
Similar clothes to always. Similar styling to always.
The only difference was that she'd received Haun's massage the day before. And that alone made her steps feel light enough to fly.
It wasn't just her mood — her body genuinely felt looser. The constant dull ache in her lower back and legs was gone, and her shoulders moved with a new ease.
And then—
"Oh my, Teacher Mi-yun."
"Oh, hey."
"Teacher, what's going on today?"
"Hm?"
"Are you going somewhere tonight? You look so pretty today."
"Oh my, do I?"
"Yes. You really do."
An apprentice designer happened to compliment her looks.
Even if it was just flattery, it felt good.
This particular apprentice had always been praised for her sharp eye. Deputy Representative Shin Mi-yun mentally bumped the girl's evaluation up a notch.
She's got good taste.
"Hmm, hum~"
Mi-yun hummed under her breath as she prepped for opening.
She checked the condition of her scissors, combs, and curling iron, then arranged every supply in its proper place according to her usual routine.
Okay. Good. Perfect.
Even the prep work was clean. Not a single thing out of place.
If only the good mood could last. But of course, the moment things start looking up, someone always has to ruin it.
Whispers reached Mi-yun's ears.
"Oh my god, did you just see that?"
"Huh? See what…?"
"Teacher Shin."
"Teacher Mi-yun?"
"Yeah. Ugh, look at that — hip pads. She actually thought nobody would notice."
"Really? Those are pads?"
"Of course they're pads. Hahaha. Everyone knows Teacher Shin has a flat ass. How did she think she could get away with something that obvious?"
It was Hwang Ga-in, a fellow deputy-level designer.
In her mid-thirties, she was a spinster whose build sat right on the border between chubby and fat.
She liked to call herself glamorous, but she was just overweight — and for the circumference of her upper body, her chest was nothing special. Below-average face, and tall enough that her frame rivaled most men's.
On top of that, Hwang Ga-in was always going on about how she'd dated this guy and that guy, but no one had ever actually seen her with a boyfriend.
"Ugh… Teacher Shin has so little volume, what's she supposed to do? Must've been a real complex. Haha."
Here we go again.
Hwang Ga-in had been tearing into Shin Mi-yun nonstop ever since Mi-yun's promotion to deputy representative.
Sometimes it was baseless rumors about seeing her wild at a club. Sometimes it was nitpicking her styling skills.
And sometimes, like today, it was trash-talking her looks behind her back.
The apprentice designer beside her glanced around nervously.
"Should I… close the door?"
Talking like that with the deputy's office door wide open meant she wanted to be heard. This wasn't even backbiting — it was frontbiting.
Shin Mi-yun was used to this kind of jealousy by now.
The best strategy was to ignore whatever Hwang Ga-in and the other talentless, unattractive bitches had to say.
"No. Leave it."
"…Yes, Teacher."
Leaving the door open and pretending not to notice only made Hwang Ga-in crow louder.
Men prefer women with volume, she said. Hip pads this, ass pads that…
Wait. Ass pads?
Shin Mi-yun had never put in ass pads. And if people were saying it looked like she had…
"Do I look like I'm wearing ass pads?"
"Huh?"
"No, look. My ass. Does it look like I put pads in?"
She asked the apprentice designer. With that sharp eye of hers, how would she see it?
"Uh… I don't know if it's pads, but… it does look a little different."
"Different how?"
"Uh… a little more… lifted, I guess?"
"So it looks like I put pads in?"
"Ah, no. I'm not sure about that…"
So even she could tell something had changed.
"Feel it."
"Whaat?"
"Hurry up!"
"Y-yes…"
The apprentice gingerly squeezed Shin Mi-yun's ass. Mi-yun grabbed the hesitant girl's hand and made her grip hard.
"Grab it properly. Like this!"
"Hah…! Uh… uh?"
The apprentice's eyes, which had gone wide with shock at first, grew even rounder. Because this wasn't ass pads — this was real ass.
"Well? It's real, right?"
"I-it is real…?"
Outside, they were still gossiping away, completely oblivious to the conversation between Shin Mi-yun and the apprentice.
Whether they misunderstood or not no longer mattered to her.
That hip-up massage… is this effective?
Dramatic enough that people thought she'd put in pads.
She'd thought of it as just a feel-good massage. Something that loosened up stiff muscles, nothing more.
At this rate, there's no way I can not get another one…!
She flipped through today's appointment list, hunting for a VIP she could introduce.
A 1.2-million-won massage session per visit — that means he only takes genuine VIPs…
Her booking list was packed with clients whose backgrounds she'd already vetted.
Plenty of money, but… no men. A male client isn't going to book a male masseur.
Receiving those electrifying hands on your groin from someone of the same sex? That would be cruel to the client, too.
For similar reasons, she ruled out women who were too old. Haun probably wouldn't want that.
After filtering them down, one name caught her eye.
Oh, this person…?