The Four-Hand Challenge
When Choi Wonjae walked into the break room, the silence thickened even further. If word of this reached his ears, what would happen? He might drag Shin Iseol and Lee Yeondo off on the spot and force some awkward reconciliation under that strained atmosphere. That was how men handled things, after all.
But women, in my view, were different. Those complicated, delicate feelings. The careful eye-gauging they did just to dodge awkwardness—it was stifling, yet they seemed to prefer it that way. Dishonest creatures. Sometimes men got thoroughly fed up with that side of them. What the hell do I even have to say for them to get it, damn it.
I stared at the dejected-looking Lee Yeondo for a long moment, then something occurred to me and I turned to Choi Wonjae.
“Director, about that four-hand massage later...”
“Yeah, what about it?”
“Honestly, I’ve watched videos of four-hand massages, but I still can’t quite get a feel for what it’s actually like.”
“Yeah, that makes sense. Feeling a little nervous? Just play it as smooth as you did with Ms. Lee Mikyeong last time. No need to overthink it.”
“Haha... true enough.”
“Hmm, still two hours until the reservation, but I have to step out for a bit. Some magazine wants an interview, and they’re waiting at the café out front.”
“I see.”
“If you’re really set on it, should I ask Iseol?”
“Ask her what?”
“I told Iseol to take about two hours off, and she was looking for someone to cover the counter. I could just tell her to practice four-hand with you during her break.”
At that moment my eyes met Lee Yeondo’s. She locked gazes with me, then quickly looked away.
“It’s her break time, so making her work because of me puts me in a pretty awkward spot...”
“Awkward, nothing. I’ll pay the training fee separately anyway. You just don’t know Iseol yet—she’s the type who’s more comfortable working than resting. Means she’s short on cash. I’ll ask her, so Iseol and... Yeondo? Yeondo, do you have anything after this hour?”
“Ah, n-no... nothing.”
“Then you and Iseol do a four-hand massage on Junhyun. Watching it done and actually receiving one are totally different. I’ll talk to Iseol. For the counter, I’ll just ask Jiwon to cover it. She’s on cleaning duty right now.”
“Ah, I-I’ll take the counter instead. Better that way.”
Lee Yeondo blurted it out in a rush, but Choi Wonjae waved her off.
“No. Jiwon isn’t as good as you, Yeondo. She’s just starting to build her massage experience here. Junhyun’s about to go in for a VIP, so it should be the experienced ones handling it. Right, Junhyun?”
“Ah... yes.”
“Then I’ll tell Iseol, so wait in the VIP room where you’ll be massaging Ms. Lee Mikyeong today.”
“Yes, understood.”
I had wanted to receive a four-hand massage from Lee Yeondo, sure—but I never expected Shin Iseol would join the party too. Unexpected bonus.
I calmed my racing heart and headed for the VIP room.
Wearing only a massage T-panty, top stripped off, I lay face-down. The two women entered one after the other. Lee Yeondo came in first—we’d met like this before, so I wasn’t particularly embarrassed. But the moment Shin Iseol stepped in right after her, self-consciousness hit hard.
“Ugh. Seriously, the Director... If he wasn’t covering the extra pay, I never would’ve done this. Haa. What’s this, pfft. Your butt’s cute? More muscular than I expected?”
How the hell was I supposed to not feel embarrassed when she talked like that?
It was obvious. She didn’t know what to say alone with Lee Yeondo, so she was taking it out on me with teasing.
“Could you cover me with a towel, please?”
“Sure, heh heh.”
After thoroughly sexually harassing me, she draped a towel over my butt. Anyway, the thought of two women oiling my entire body made my heart flutter with anticipation.
Meanwhile I was curious about the air above me. The second my exchange with Shin Iseol cut off, a chill seemed to seep in, and the distance between the two of them felt suddenly vast.
First, someone washed my feet with a warm towel. I couldn’t tell who by the touch alone, but then a voice came and I knew.
“Is there anywhere that particularly bothers you?”
Lee Yeondo asked kindly, so I answered, “No.” After finishing my feet, I sensed her moving to the side of my torso, and Shin Iseol went that way too. I lifted my head slightly to see what they were doing.
Shin Iseol was applying oil to her hands and took Lee Yeondo’s hand. At first I wondered what they were up to, then I realized they were oiling each other’s hands and arms. Soft female hands and arms tangled together, the oil making sticky, erotic sounds.
And that wasn’t all. The awkward atmosphere between them made the whole act feel even more lewd. That sense of not wanting to but having no choice. Disliking each other’s touch, yet rubbing more because it was too soft and nice. Of course, that was just my own impression.
Shin Iseol broke the silence.
“It’s been a while. Doing four-hand together like this.”
It wasn’t some variety show “Please Get Along.” The awkwardness was killing me.
“There aren’t many people who do four-hand... and since you became manager, you don’t massage much either.”
“True enough. But Yeondo, your hands feel really nice. How do you take care of your skin?”
“Ah... I just shower and...”
Suddenly they started catching up like a bunch of ajummas at a market stall. Yeah, lay out the mat like this and they’ll reconcile on their own, friendship blooming all over again—so why the hell haven’t you acknowledged each other until now?
Or so I thought.
Then Shin Iseol inevitably poured cold water all over the good atmosphere.
“Has your massage skill improved a bit?”
A cold exchange of glances. I wanted to jump up right then and knife-hand strike Shin Iseol’s head. But the tone of Lee Yeondo’s reply that followed was calm.
“It’s improved a lot. I haven’t been wasting my time. But Manager, can you even still massage? It’s been so long—what if you get embarrassed by a newbie?”
“What did you say?”
“I was just worried your skills might have gotten rusty, Manager. Balance is important in four-hand, right? If I do too well on my side and finish quickly, only one side will end up sore.”
“Oh please. Skills don’t just disappear. Even looking like this, before I was manager I was the ace of this shop.”
Hearing Shin Iseol’s words, Lee Yeondo smiled as if she’d expected exactly that reply.
Looking at it now—fuck, it was a clash of titans. Neither of them had done anything wrong; they were just being total bitches to each other.
“Then show me.”
“That’s what I wanted to say. I’ll show you right away. Yeondo, if you don’t want to get outdone by a newbie, give it your all. Though it’s lucky for you that the one you’re being compared to is me.”
Oh, shit! Go straight to a Show Me the Money diss battle.
“Junhyun. When it’s over, you have to say whose massage was better. Got it? This is a really important issue for us.”
Damn it, dragging me into this?
I couldn’t accept Lee Yeondo’s proposal. Not unless I was crazy.
“Uh... that’s a bit...”
“That sounds good. Then let’s do this. The one not chosen by Junhyun loses. The loser gives the winner a foot massage for five days.”
“Foot massage for thirty minutes?”
“One hour.”
“Oh, good. My soles have been sore anyway—perfect. Free money.”
“Then shall we draw a line here?”
Suddenly she pulled out a marker and started drawing a line straight down my spine. A strange feeling. Was this humiliation actually humiliation? Or was fighting over me even the right way to look at it? I decided to stay quiet like a lab mouse and just let the women do as they pleased.
“Use this line as the standard and massage each side. Same for the lower body. Don’t cross over the crack of the butt.”
Don’t talk about someone else’s ass like a national border, please.
I had plenty I wanted to say, but I kept my mouth shut.
Then a moist sensation arrived from both sides at once.
Four-hand massage basically starts by lightly rubbing oil over the whole body. Not with force—just applying it as a base layer across everything. The advantage of four-hand is that with two people working at once, you can circulate blood through the entire body in a short time, make the receiver feel like their whole body is being massaged simultaneously so the fatigue melts away, and the novel sensation brings a strange kind of pleasure.
It varies by shop, but some places even offer after-service where one person wipes the feet while the other cleans the ears. For me, it was a whole new world in more ways than one.
The first touch was the back. It’s the largest area and where the muscle branches begin, so as a first impression meant to deliver that refreshing feeling, it’s an excellent starter.
Oil-slicked hands slid from my back down to my waist with a pleasant sensation. With a bet on the line, both sides seemed to be putting extra care into every stroke.
Whoa, if I’m not careful, this is gonna turn me on...
I had to stay tense. It was on a completely different level from one person using two hands. I’d been to massage shops after drinking plenty of times. A masseuse with good pressure would knead me, and even with aroma massage it felt good—but never arousing. And that was the normal reaction.
But with two different people using a total of four hands, my back felt completely filled in an instant. Like several snakes writhing gently with their soft bodies.
So this is four-hand!
Admiration rose naturally inside me.
And in my head I couldn’t help but naturally imagine a threesome with the two of them. An extremely natural reaction.
A scene that shows up all the time in porn. Two women on one man in a 3P. Up top kissing and sucking tits. Down below insertion and blowjob. To put it appropriately—369. Biting, sucking, and thrusting all at once.
A situation where a woman’s sense of chastity completely collapses. A feast of jealousy, begging to be fucked by mine instead of that bitch’s. The male actor gets the ecstatic experience of being at a buffet where he can pick and choose whatever he wants to eat.
Watching that male actor, I’d always thought, “Did that bastard save the country or something?”
Pleasure spread in every direction. Not just the bare skin the hands touched, but even my brain spinning out fantasies. At this rate my brain might get pickled in semen.
As the dirty thoughts piled up, a signal came from below. It twitched as if it would swell any second.
Above me, the two were still sparring.
“Your skill’s good. Who taught you that skill again?”
“They say the student surpasses the master. The one who learns ends up better than the one who taught.”
“Indeed. Then no one taught you this technique, I suppose.”
Shin Iseol stacked one hand over the back of the other, interlocking her fingers. Then from the waist she slid upward toward the shoulder blades, using even her oiled arms to glide, and pleasure surged hard.
“Hwaa.”
I let out a strange sound without meaning to, and Shin Iseol grinned as she spoke.
“How is it? The reaction feels real, right? This is what they call know-how.”
“Ha, Manager Iseol, I think you’ve forgotten where I used to work. I became the ace massaging men, you know?”
Lee Yeondo sent both hands to opposite ends, then leaned her body slightly and pressed with her whole arm as if wrapping one entire side of my spine. A very refreshing sensation that covered the pressure intensity—something that could be considered a female masseuse’s weakness.
But what bothered me more was the soft brush of her chest. It only touched so lightly I wasn’t sure if it had made contact or not, yet it strangely drew my attention.
But sure enough, a flat chest is a flat chest. Those flat breasts brushed very slightly.
When I was young I lacked economic sense and never understood why Dongdaemun thrived. Same with Daegu’s gopchang street, Yongsan’s electronics market, and the rest. I didn’t get why customers flocked to places where rival businesses were packed tightly, fighting for survival. Consumers aren’t suckers, so naturally as more same-industry competitors gather, product quality improves and they have no choice but to offer relatively cheap prices.
I realized anew that the two of them sparring was my good fortune.
Please fight until the sparks fly. Please.
I threw out a comment like pouring oil on a burning house.
“Wow... that really feels refreshing?”
“See?”
“Oh come on, various things. No wonder you don’t get nominated by female clients. You’re going to come at me like that?”
“Heh. This is also know-how in the end.”
“Think someone else can’t do it?”
Shin Iseol also pressed her upper body down in a similar way to add pressure. At the same time her chest area collapsed against the flesh of my back.
Any other know-how? Release it all, please.