Seoa's Uninvited Visit
As I pushed forward through the darkness, the other person sensed my presence and flinched, shifting their body.
"Hey, Kang Junhyun!"
The moment the motion-sensor light by the entrance flicked on, the one barking at me in fury was none other than Kim Seoa.
Ugh, that grim reaper of a bitch. So she tracked me down here after all.
She stomped over toward me, hands planted on her hips, and launched straight into an interrogation.
"Are you messing with me right now?"
"About what?"
"Do you have any idea how much shit I took from my team leader because of you? You signed the contract and everything, and then you just ignored the confirmation call from the insurance company? So I called you a bunch of times myself, and you didn't pick up those either."
"I lost my phone."
I'm not the guy you used to know.
I brushed past Kim Seoa with ice in my stride, and she froze in place, sensing something off. She didn't stay rooted like a fixture, though — the second I opened the front door to go inside, she stuck to me again.
"You… what's with you?"
"What's what?"
"Stop answering everything with 'what's what.' You're being weird. You're a completely different person from the last time we met."
"Have you ever considered that you're nothing like the high school Kim Seoa I used to know either? No wonder you told me to come out first. Wagging your ass at a classmate and shoving an insurance contract in his face — is that even something a human being does?"
"Wh-what? Did you just say that? Unbelievable. Did I, like, force you or something?"
"Yeah. I signed it myself. So what? Just figure I changed my mind and that's why I didn't take the confirmation call."
Kim Seoa was left speechless. Without so much as a goodbye, I pushed the front door open and went inside. But Seoa must have decided she wasn't going to lose — she shoved her way in after me. Her full breasts caught on the doorframe and bounced. Even that looked repulsive to me.
"Wow, you really are a leech of a woman. Anyone watching would think you'd come to collect a debt."
After barging into my place uninvited, Kim Seoa seemed to realize what she was doing. She collected herself and took a step back.
"…Junhyun. I'm sorry. So let's just go back to how things used to be, okay? I only came because I was worried something bad might have happened to you. A friend shows up at your door like this and you're just going to turn her away?"
Kim Seoa dialed down her anger and tried to soothe me instead — even though she'd had no reason to be angry in the first place.
"What does 'how things used to be' even mean?"
"Huh? Come on, why are you like this. We used to grab meals together sometimes, go to cafés, and just the other day we even had drinks. I feel like I messed up by bringing up the insurance stuff, so let's just go back to how it was then."
Hah.
I didn't believe a word of it was sincere, but you can't exactly spit in the face of someone apologizing. She had a point. What was I supposed to do when she said she was sorry? We'd known each other a long time, and she'd come all the way out here — turning her away cold felt a little much.
Still, I needed to drive the nail in hard.
"You're not going to bring up insurance?"
"Mm-mm."
"If you so much as breathe the first letter of insurance, I'll smash your jaw."
"Ah, why do you have to be so scary. Fine… but has something been going on with you lately? You lost your phone and you still haven't gotten a new one?"
"I changed my number."
"But why… never mind… what were you doing coming home this late?"
"Work."
"What kind of work?"
"I got a job. I work at a massage shop."
"A massage shop? You're the one giving massages?"
"Yeah."
"Oh, right. Back in school people said you were good at massages, and you used to rub my shoulders and stuff."
Yeah. Just thinking about those days makes my teeth grind, you bitch. Got the massage from me and spread your legs for some other guy, I bet.
"Then can you give me a massage? I spent all day driving around Gyeonggi and along the river, and I'm all stiff and my condition is really shot."
I scanned her from head to toe, wondering what this fox of a woman was scheming this time. True to form for someone in sales, she was dressed in a full suit. Pretty face or not — her insides were pure garbage.
I shook my head.
"Didn't I just say I got off work? You're going to make a guy who just finished massaging people give you a massage?"
Kim Seoa grabbed my arm and pressed herself against me like she was hugging it. Her breasts squashed against my arm, and I could roughly gauge their size. Big. Definitely big. They wouldn't lose out even next to Jin Ayoung's.
"Awwng. Why are you like this. I'm just asking for a little bit. Please? Please? Stop standing around and let's go inside first."
Wow, this fucking bitch. Is she actually insane? The more she clings, the more that pitch-black inside of her shows.
Wait. Hold on a second.
I scanned Kim Seoa from head to toe again as she clung to me with full intent.
Body: good. Face? Good.
How many guys had been desperate to sleep with Kim Seoa since high school? And I'd been one of them.
The corner of my mouth twitched without me meaning it to.
She wants a massage?
Those were her own words. She'd probably get a few rounds of skinship out of me, shake my heart up again, squeeze out some tears, and then bring up the contract.
Pretending to give in, I headed toward the bed with her. Kim Seoa glanced around, maybe trying to lighten the mood.
"Wow— this is my first time in a guy's place living alone. A man living by himself is so cool."
Where does she get off lying like that… Should I slap her across the face really hard and then claim it was part of the massage?
When I didn't answer, Kim Seoa plopped herself down on the bed.
"Junhyun~ are you still sulking? I'm sorry~ I really won't do it again."
"Fine. Fine, I get it."
"Yay~ so you're giving me a massage?"
"Alright. Then go wash up first."
"Huh? I have to wash for a massage?"
"Obviously. You said you drove all day. You must've sweated. You want me to massage you while you're still dirty?"
"Ah, ah. Sorry sorry. I'll wash up real quick and come out."
She grabbed a few things from her pouch and scurried into the bathroom.
I pulled out the oil and aroma gel I'd been allowed to take home for practice and finished prepping for the massage.
About ten minutes later, Kim Seoa came out wearing dolphin shorts barely the size of two palms put together, covering her chest with a towel. She'd clearly scrubbed herself carefully with warm soapy water — a pleasant scent filled the room.
"I'm all washed…"
She was pressing her towel-covered breasts together, trying to seduce me. Acting shy, acting like she didn't know what she was doing, putting on that coquettish act. She thought I'd go crazy for this, didn't she?
I walked right past her and headed for the bathroom.
"I'm going to wash up too."
"What? Why do you need to?"
"Are you kidding me. I just came from work."
"Hmph. Fine. Stop getting mad at me."
I ought to rip that tongue out of her mouth. Who does she think she is, throwing a tantrum.
I went into the bathroom, turned on the shower, and pressed my ear to the door. Sure enough, grumbling drifted in from the room.
"Ha, fucking hell. Why do I have to put up with this for that loser bastard. Ugh, so annoying."
I knew it. No wonder she showered so obediently. I barely suppressed the urge to throw the door open and tell her to get the hell out.
"Is that guy trying to pull something to fuck me? If he does anything weird, I'm reporting him immediately."
I only listened that far, washed up roughly, changed into the clothes I'd brought, and went back out.
"You washed up fast?"
She'd been on her phone under the covers. When she saw me, she sat up. Her chest was still covered with the towel.
"Hey, can I borrow just one T-shirt? I looked in the closet but there wasn't anything…"
"You'll have to take everything off for the massage anyway, so you won't need it."
Kim Seoa made a startled sound.
I ignored her reaction, pulled the covers aside, and laid several towels on the bedsheet.
"…What? What do you mean I have to take everything off?"
"At our shop, you strip completely. You keep just your underwear on, and we cover the butt and chest with towels."
"Come on, I just wanted a casual little massage…"
"If you don't want to, then don't. I don't do it unless it's proper."
I kept prepping for the massage as if I had zero interest in her body. She seemed to be wrestling with a serious dilemma — deep enough she could've spent the whole night sitting there thinking.
"Hey."
"Y-yeah?"
"That insurance planning you do — do you take pride in your field?"
"Of course I do!"
"Same here. So no matter how much you ask me to half-ass it, I'm doing it properly. I take pride in my work in my own way. If you don't like it, get out right now."
My words seemed to help a little — she finally nodded.
"O-okay. It's just that I've never gotten a massage before, so this situation felt unfamiliar. W-we're f-friends, right? What's the big deal if you see my underwear?"
"You're a hundred percent right. So lie face down. Pants off too."
"O-okay… then I'm taking them off."
She sat on the edge of the bed and slowly slid her pants down with a rustling sound. I looked at her before she lay down. Of course they weren't T-back panties. Cute triangle panties with a Pikachu design on them.
As expected, her legs were slender and beautiful. When I pick AVs, I usually check whether there's any extra fat on the belly and legs — Kim Seoa was pure slender, a body that ran in a straight line without excess curves. Exactly the body type I liked. The kind of body that looks great from behind, if you know what I mean.
"I'm done."
I swept my eyes from the nape of her neck down to her toes as she lay face-down on the bed. The view was excellent. If our high school classmates saw this, their eyes would pop out of their heads. The great Kim Seoa, face-down in front of me in nothing but her panties.
"Alright then."
First I laid a warm towel — heated in the microwave — over her bare legs.
"Starting now."
I wiped down her legs in one long, gliding stroke. Her thigh flesh was springy, jiggling just the slightest bit.
Then I slathered on a generous amount of aroma gel and gripped her legs with both hands, gliding down the surface. Her gel-slicked legs gleamed under the light.
Damn.
Those legs looked delicious.
Once I'd coated one leg thoroughly with gel, I started chasing down the red spots and eliminating them.
Squelch—
Every time my hands passed over her, a lewd sticky sound rose up, and I could feel the tension draining from Kim Seoa's body as she relaxed.
"Haah… ah… Junhyun, you're really good at this…"
I kept concentrating regardless. I focused every sense in my body into my fingertips. Touching Kim Seoa's legs was a reward in itself. I'd never properly touched a woman's body before — and that was just as well. Now that things had come to this, I needed to touch a lot and get used to it.
In the end, this girl was basically a guinea pig. For a guinea pig, she looked pretty appetizing and easy on the eyes. By the time my crotch was getting stiff, I'd thoroughly worked over every inch of one of Kim Seoa's legs.
I wrapped the other leg in a warm towel once more, squeezed out gel, and glided my hands around it.
"Haaang… ah… it feels… so good…"
As I kept kneading and sliding over the other leg, another anomaly appeared on Kim Seoa's body. I kept my eyes fixed on it.
It was the same kind of spot I'd seen on that married woman before. The spots that had been circling around her blue points were now beginning to form, little by little, on Kim Seoa's body.
Not red — pink.
When I slowly reached my hand toward it, the pink spot welcomed my touch like something soft and yielding. And the moment I rubbed it in a circular motion as if brushing it away, it burst with a pop like a water balloon — and Kim Seoa's hips jerked up.
"Euhht!"
I jerked my head up in surprise and locked eyes with the Pikachu drawn on her panties. Kim Seoa's hips trembled cutely, as if she'd been hit with a million-volt shock.