Too Good at Massage
There are all kinds of VIP massages. From meridian work all the way to skin-beauty treatments. You can dial in the intensity and even specify exactly which spots get pressed. But the one spot you have to be extra careful with is the groin-and-lymph range.
The Head to Toe Women-Only Aesthetic is, after all, a clean and legitimate business. If a client refuses to touch a particular area, we never cross that line. So if you venture outside the agreed boundaries, a claim is basically inevitable.
I gave Shin Iseol one more reminder at the counter and locked the scope of that range deep into my brain.
Park Yuyoung wanted the boundary around the thigh-hip junction. No contact on the inner groin side. I mentally ran through the massage sequence I’d learned from Choi Wonjae and Lee Yeondo, then headed for the VIP room.
There she already lay face-down on the table. The only sounds were her soft breathing and the hum of the humidifier. I dimmed the lights, swallowed hard, and the tight, flawless lines of her back slowly came into view.
A perfect hourglass waist. Flawless skin with not a single imperfection. Slender yet not frail—clearly someone who had been getting regular professional care for a long time. Her hair was pulled up into a messy bun and dyed a sleek silver.
“Good to see you. Shall we begin right away?”
“Mr. Kang Junhyun, I assume?”
“That’s right.”
“I heard you’ve been working with high-society clients in the States for a while. I’m looking forward to it.”
I could already guess what Shin Iseol had said about me. She’d been the one receiving attention from the manager, not giving it out, so being treated like a real client meant she took this seriously. One wrong move and there’d be hell to pay.
“Yes. Then I’ll apply the oil.”
“I even lived in the States for a bit.”
Park Yuyoung seemed to be the type who liked to talk during massages. She’d clearly taken Jin Ayoung’s training to heart. When you’re chatting with female clients—especially during consultations and service—empathy is everything.
“Oh, really? Where did you live?”
I rubbed the oil onto her back while I spoke. The sensation was so good it made my own groin tingle. Like the sun rising over the East Sea and the white snow on Paektu Mountain—beautiful, and utterly inevitable.
“San Francisco. Not for studying—just visiting my older brother who lives there.”
“Does your brother still live there?”
“Yes. He wants to play baseball in the States one day.”
While she chatted about her family, I found the red spots along her waist and set to work erasing them one by one. She praised every family member, sprinkled in just the right amount of complaints, and when I nodded or shared a similar story she always clapped her hands and showed genuine sympathy.
“Excuse me, but what do you do for work?”
“Oh. I model.”
“No wonder you have such a good figure.”
“I’m not some big-name model. Just occasional work at shopping malls.”
Her tone made me think of the girl who had posted on the forum that she was a fitting model, and it clicked—Park Yuyoung.
“Does it get hard? You have to stand around during shoots and can’t rest when you want to.”
“Hehe. Nothing is hard.”
But something felt off.
With Jin Ayoung, Kim Seoa, and Shin Iseol, just erasing the red spots had made their voices soften, bodies tremble, or breathing grow heavy. I’d seen it hundreds of times. Park Yuyoung, however, seemed completely unfazed.
I ran my palm along her waist, then slipped it between her chest and the table, spreading the oil all the way across. Her breasts were so full they practically spilled out of the sides. Only lying face-down on the table could make that obvious.
Shin Iseol had mentioned that some women who had breast surgery or had a lot of facial injections didn’t like back massages.
I kneaded her natural, enormous chest, slid my palm along the model waist that disappeared into the hollow of her back, then repeated the motion until I was sure the red spots were gone. And still, she chatted away as if nothing had happened.
“I’m so excited already. There are still two more months until ski season.”
“You really love skiing?”
“Yeah, totally. I only live for winter. Me.”
“You go with your boyfriend now, right?”
“Hah. Don’t even joke about that. Sometimes my friends bring their boyfriends too and it drives me insane. I can’t even finish my next schedule because I’m too busy clinging to them. Skiing is already hard enough.”
“You don’t have a boyfriend?”
“Yes. We broke up recently.”
I finished the upper body and moved to her hips, massaging the lower part with my elbows instead of my hands to stay clear of the groin area.
“If you’re a model, men must love you, right?”
“Not really. Guys kind of feel burdened by me. Actually, my ideal type isn’t even a particularly handsome man.”
“It’s not that you’re a burden—guys just find your attention uncomfortable. You’ve got every man wrapped around your finger.”
“Maybe… I don’t know. If I were a man, I’d think that would be nice.”
“Hehe. That’s true. But you know how men freak out even when their girlfriends wear revealing clothes.”
“Ah, right~ I try to look cute when I dress, but if they get uncomfortable I feel bad instead.”
She was taking this way too smoothly. Choi Wonjae had warned me she was picky, yet she never complained about pressure—only chatted. It was almost as if she enjoyed the slow back-and-forth rhythm.
Another strange thing was that she never ran out of words. I wasn’t exactly a natural conversationalist, but she kept the flow going while I simply answered or asked gentle questions.
She didn’t have that over-the-top, exaggerated style like Jin Ayoung, yet the conversation felt effortless. Suddenly I thought about Kim Seoa and Shin Iseol. Maybe conversation really was about give-and-take.
Park Yuyoung was twenty-four. She’d said she hated studying so much she took the college entrance exam alone. She barely finished a two-year college and spent all her time in clubs. She definitely wasn’t the shy type. Good thing—I didn’t need her to act shy around me.
I stroked her long legs with the oil, then worked the calves and especially the Achilles tendons. She had no reaction even at the most ticklish spots, and I kept an eye on the visible red spots as well.
I slipped my fingers between her toes and massaged the soles all the way to the heels. Not even a hint of ticklishness.
I finished the back massage and checked the time. Exactly the duration I’d expected.
The heat from the oil rose, and the warmth of her body made sweat begin to form. Working on a naked woman wasn’t exactly honey work, and concentrating had made my groin stiffen again.
“Front side now.”
“Yes~”
I handed her a towel; she gave a gentle reply and rolled onto her back. Then I gave her the front-abdomen and front-lower-body massage.
Only then did I truly see her face.
Beautiful. Among every woman I’d seen so far, Lee Yeondo had the most striking face, yet Park Yuyoung’s held its own. Pretty face, perfect body—there wasn’t a single flaw.
Our eyes met and she smiled, baby-soft. I bowed slightly in return.
“Nice to meet you. Hi hi…”
The corner of her mouth curved up, dimples appearing. Baby-face, yet the body was pure sex appeal. The most perfectly unbalanced combination in the world.
Her abdomen was flat, no stray fat, and even the navel looked charming. I poured oil down it; it slid smoothly along both sides. I grabbed the stream and pulled it upward, coating every inch of her belly. The glossy, slender waist looked irresistibly sexy.
While I focused on the massage, Park Yuyoung lowered her eyes and stared straight at my face. When our eyes met again she smiled like a baby. Crazy. Unbearably adorable.
But then something caught my eye—a blue spot just peeking out from under the towel, stretching across the inner thigh muscle. Another functional issue, apparently.
“Miss, while many massages let me feel the muscle tone and tightness, sometimes there are symptoms that weren’t there before. Have you experienced anything unusual?”
“Eh…? What kind of symptoms?”
Her expression turned anxious. Her eyes widened as she stared at me, as if she already knew exactly what I was asking.
“If there’s a sexual issue, for example.”
“What?! Sexual? What do you mean?”
“The affected area is in the groin zone. That’s why I asked—otherwise I must have guessed wrong.”
I pointed subtly toward her groin with my chin.
Her face froze. Goosebumps rose on her arms.
“It… it’s true that something is wrong, but…”
“If it bothers you, you don’t have to say anything. The important part is that I can treat it.”
“Really?”
“Yes. No other masseur has noticed this besides me, right? Or any of your friends or acquaintances?”
She shook her head.
“I realized it the moment I met you. And while I was in the States, I treated clients in this exact field too.”
I kept my tone professional. Of course I had to exaggerate a little—I could heal her, but I didn’t need to pretend to be some superstar. A small white lie was only fair.
“But how do I fix it?”
“I’m a masseur. I fix it with massage.”
She let out a long, relieved sigh.
“Thank goodness. Just knowing it can be fixed gives me so much strength.”
“Exactly. But the spot is located deep inside the inner thigh, so you’ll have to remove the groin restrictions before I can massage it. When you come again, please go all the way with that limit.”
My clear, kind explanation worked. She actually looked at ease.
“I see. It makes sense—no point fixing it now when I can’t use it right away.”
“Hm?”
“No, I mean… I’ll come again next time, please.”
“But you know there’s a problem, yet you don’t know the symptoms. Can you tell me what’s happening?”
“Eh… that’s a bit… embarrassing to say.”
“It’ll help during treatment.”
I said it bluntly. I couldn’t wait any longer.
Once again I’d learned from Jin Ayoung: know when to hold back and when to be direct. The more kindness she showed me, the more open I could be.
I lightly massaged the inner thigh, brushing the blue spot. My hand had to slip just under the towel.
While we stared at each other’s faces, Park Yuyoung took a deep breath and spoke softly.
“I… haven’t felt anything for a while. At first I thought it was only during sex, but the pain and sensitivity are much duller than before…”
I kept working the groin area, yet there was still no reaction.
She swallowed nervously.
“It’s too embarrassing to go to the hospital, so I’ve been living like this. It was terrifying…”
Her whole upper body trembled. Her eyes filled with tears that finally spilled over.
I stopped the leg massage and gently wiped the tears from her round, adorable eyes. With one hand I stroked her hair.
“If you’re okay with it, I can treat you now. Just add thirty minutes.”