The VIP's Secret
The sky once said it helps those who help themselves.
I’ve always believed there’s a gap between reality and fantasy, and I never doubted it for a single second. Adult videos are just adult videos. And the celebrities, influencers, and celebs you see all over SNS and the media? They were nothing but people living in someone else’s fantasy. They had nothing to do with the life I actually lived.
Park Yuyoung had left me her business card with her Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, YouTube, and phone number written on it. If I had time, the message was clear: contact me. I saved her number right away.
“What should I say now?”
I’d just been playing around with her and giving her a full service, so I couldn’t exactly send something blunt like “Hello, this is Kang Junhyun.” I scratched my head, wondering what to do, and decided to check her SNS profiles. I started with Instagram.
Every photo showed only her body—no faces. But I could tell instantly it was her. That body I’d just been groping and fucking. The more I looked, the more impressive it was. Thousands of followers had left comments and likes. She had a smooth, sexy figure. Still, she never showed her face. How could someone this beautiful hide it?
I checked her YouTube next. No face again. Mostly videos about swimsuits, lingerie, and styling tips. Without a face, trending Vlogs were out of the question.
She was still popular, though. Guys came for eye candy, girls came for body envy or to get styling help they actually needed.
“Oppa, you’re so pretty~”
“That body is on another level.”
Reply: Yeah, right
Reply: Even if she’s an idol, I believe it.
— Fitting model site address — (verified)
— She nailed the sexy concept. If only she showed her face too.
Reply: Her face would definitely be on another level.
Reply: Bullshit. Why hide her face? She’s a whore, that’s why she hides it.
Reply: Yeah, her face too.
“I’d lick my lips if I could just touch her once.”
Reply: Those kinds of guys should all be locked up.
Reply: Personality.
Reply: Guys like that are all the same, fuck.
The hottest video had almost 100,000 views. There were so many famous people out there that I didn’t know about, and they still felt like fantasies. Now that fantasy had almost no gap with reality anymore.
After thinking it over, I sent Park Yuyoung a message.
“Hello. This is Kang Junhyun, the one who gave you a massage today. Did you enjoy the service?”
She replied right away.
“Hello~ (blushing)”
“You must have been tired. Are you resting?”
I smiled. She was already thinking I’d be tired. I still had to do what had to be done. There was nothing particularly urgent, but I pretended I was busy.
“I have a reservation right now, so I have to jump right in.”
Emoji.
“I’m sorry you had to wait because of me. I couldn’t even rest… I feel so bad~”
“It’s fine. It was meaningful time for me.”
“Ah…”
“This is embarrassing… (blushing)(blushing)”
“Yeah…”
“You’re keeping this secret, right?”
“Of course.”
“Please treat today’s event like it never happened, teacher.”
Like it never happened. I felt a little sad. Famous people really do manage their image like this. They control the quality of the people around them.
I sent my reply with a stiff expression.
“Got it.”
“You’re my benefactor, teacher. Thank you.”
“Not at all. It’s my job to fix a client’s discomfort. Have a good day today.”
I sent the message stiffly and regretted it almost immediately. I could have kept texting longer. That happened every single time. When I was flirting in college, when I was drinking with friends and hunting. Why did I always end up regretting things I could have handled differently? There was no woman who liked my blunt self.
But then her message came back.
“Park Yuyoung-nim: (photo)”
As soon as I saw the word “photo” pop up on my screen, I rushed to open it.
She looked like she’d taken it while driving. The panties were clearly visible—her own, crotch right in the center, soaked through. She’d sent it like that on purpose.
“It’s been a while since I’ve been this wet. Thanks to you, teacher. Have a good day too ♡♡♡”
I stared at her profile photo and the panties photo, lost in bliss like I’d reached heaven. An SNS celebrity had sent me a sexy photo with hearts. I really had done a good job as a masseur.
But someone was approaching from behind, and I hurriedly hid my phone.
“Who is it?”
Iseol was staring at me with wide eyes. The flustered look from earlier was gone.
“Who sent you a panty photo? Let me see. Is this spam?”
“Ah, my friends sent me those kinds of photos…”
Her eyes narrowed as she looked me up and down.
“Really?”
“Yes.”
I gave her my most sincere eyes and she nodded with a smile.
“Did you eat yet?”
“Not yet. But I have a Four-hand massage with the director soon, so I’m going hungry to avoid feeling sleepy.”
“Oh, the schedule got pushed back. That means it’ll be pretty late when it’s over.”
“Yeah, but there’s nothing scheduled after that. I’ll eat then.”
“That’s a shame. I was going to invite you to lunch.”
Up until now I’d barely had time to talk with the other staff because I always ate with the director or Shin Iseol. That’s how life works. You naturally get closer to people above you, and it’s important to bond with coworkers at your own level too. Of course, it’s easy to make friends, but once the friendship starts to crack, it’s almost impossible to fix because the awkwardness is so bad.
Among them, Lee Yeondo was the one I felt closest to. We had a drink plan for the weekend, but we weren’t that close yet.
So I gave her the most sincere sad expression I could manage.
“That’s too bad. I really wish we could have eaten together.”
“Or… ah, no…”
“?”
I was about to ask what she meant when Shin Iseol poked her head through the half-open door. She looked around the break room like a mouse checking for intruders, sighed deeply, and left.
“If you’re here for a favor, there’s no one inside.”
I looked back and forth between Lee Yeondo and Shin Iseol.
“But I’m here too, and Yeondo Unnie is here.”
“Aigoo! Junhyun-sam is a complete beginner. You need someone experienced.”
“Ah, I see.”
“Right. After this, there’s a Four-hand massage with Lee Mikyeong-nim. You have to be careful.”
“Why?”
“I heard from a friend who works at another shop. They have mixed-gender staff, so there are a lot of male masseurs. If a client likes someone, they’ll even offer a home visit. I don’t know what happens there, but something’s definitely going to happen.”
“Ah, if that’s the case, no need to worry.”
When I used the word “worry,” she shivered dramatically.
“Worry? Why would I worry about you?”
“No… I mean…”
Just as I was about to explain, Lee Yeondo stepped in.
“Um… Iseol Manager? If you’re here for a favor, leave it to me. I’m free.”
“Ah, no, it’s fine.”
She turned and walked away.
“That damn girl. One day I’ll discipline her personality with my own hands.”
I clutched my empty stomach and washed my hands. After so much sex earlier, my stomach was already growling. But this hunger felt good. I could get even hungrier and still want to fuck every hour.
I was twenty-nine. Prime rutting age. Someone once said it: Maximum Intercourse for the Maximum Number of People. That was my goal too.
Lee Mikyeong’s class was especially important for that reason. I didn’t know exactly how many younger brothers or sisters she had, but the more women she brought, the better.
From everything I’d seen so far, when I removed her blue spot, blood circulation would improve, her skin would glow, and that old pelvic twist would be fixed.
She’d probably introduce me to her contacts too. If they were pretty, even better. That was the real jackpot—earn money and fuck at the same time. No matter what anyone said, that had to be the happiest job in the world.
That was why this session mattered so much.
I was lost in those thoughts when my gaze landed on Lee Yeondo, who looked unusually downcast. Instead of glued to her phone like usual, she was staring blankly at the ceiling and sighing heavily. Unable to hold it in, I asked.
“What’s wrong with Iseol Manager?”
“…”
She took a long time to answer. She stared at the ceiling, then finally spoke.
“You know Iseol Manager used to be a therapist?”
“No…”
“She was so successful that she had five VIP clients a day. I was brand new back then. Once I covered for her VIP client and the client switched to me, she got so mad.”
“Mad? Why?”
“She thought I’d been trying to sell myself to the client.”
I’d been caught trying to upsell while giving a massage. The picture was clear now.
“I told her I didn’t, but she wouldn’t believe me. It all got fuzzy and the VIP client never came back.”
“Ah… that explains a lot…”
So it made sense that Shin Iseol and Lee Yeondo weren’t on good terms. Both sides had a point. Every workplace has unspoken rules. There are plenty of times people break them and get away with it. I’d done the same with Park Yuyoung’s special service. The second it got exposed, there’d be hell to pay. I had to be careful too. The moment people at this clean, wholesome shop found out I’d been secretly fucking a client, they’d treat me worse than garbage.
“Ever since then, when we go out for drinks the director tries hard to smooth things over between us, but Iseol Manager still won’t open up. She never gives me a chance to explain.”
“That’s really harsh of her. We’ll be working together a lot. At least let me explain once.”
Lee Yeondo didn’t argue anymore. With her walls that high, there was nothing she could do.
Since we were already here, I decided to play therapist and asked.
“Want a coffee? I make a killer mixed coffee.”
“Sure, please. Hey, can we go outside for a bit? Everyone’s gone home from this building and the rooftop is super quiet.”
“Sure.”
I made two coffees and headed up to the rooftop with Lee Yeondo. But once we got there, the mood was heavy and we didn’t know what to say.
Eventually I ended up asking the question I’d never planned to.
“How did you start giving massages?”
She let out a little laugh. She looked like she was only now thinking of the answer.
“Massage, huh. Well… how did Junhyun-sam end up here?”
“Um… When I was in school, people said I was good at massage.”
“No way~ Were they forcing you or something…?”
“…”
“Do I look that way?”
“Yeah.”
“Seriously?”
“Just kidding~”
Jin Ayoung and Lee Yeondo both love teasing me.
“Back in school I was too busy fooling around. My female classmates and I hung out with the guys, rode scooters, smoked cigarettes, drank soju… you name it.”
“…”
“What age was that?”
“Middle school third year.”
“You got into it really young.”
“I realized it was too late after high school and second year. I couldn’t even keep up with first-year high school students. So I started working right away. My mom worked at a shop, so at first I helped with the odd jobs until I got a proper contract.”
… I had a past like that.
“That’s why I might have left a bad impression on the manager. Hey, Junhyun-sam, want a cigarette?”
“Ah, yeah. Thanks.”
I took one and put it in my mouth.
We talked and smoked, then went back downstairs. I rinsed my mouth with mouthwash just in case the smell was still on me.
When our eyes met again, the rooftop conversation felt strangely awkward.
Shit. We probably really should have gone out for drinks. I didn’t want to keep feeling this awkward until then. Was there any way…?
While I was trying to figure out how to get closer to her, the director opened the door and stepped into the break room.