The Purple Spot
There's a term called femdom. It refers to a woman who takes the dominant role during sex — a woman who gets off on abusing a man. Back when I was deep into porn and the same old patterns had gotten boring, I wandered off the beaten path for a while, and femdom was what I found.
She'd stroke him thick and sticky, and the second he said he was about to come, she'd smack his ass and tell him he wasn't allowed to finish — that he had to hold it. Honestly, though, that stuff was mild. It could even be hot. Go deeper and you ran into absolute lunatics doing every twisted thing imaginable to a guy's dick. Some of them soccer-kicked guys right in the balls. Enough said.
And now I knew for certain. That kind of thing was not my style. I was the type who needed to pin a woman down and come whenever the hell I felt like it.
So why those thoughts were surfacing at this particular moment, I had no idea.
Especially not with two women staring at the base of my cock, practicing exactly where to put their fingers.
"Manager, try it yourself. Right here."
"Ah, here. Oh my — the feeling… it sinks right in."
"That's because a meridian runs through there. Don't press too hard. Junhyun might get hurt."
No? I'm over here singing the national anthem from how good it feels?
"Pressing both sides at once is good too. Shall we try each one?"
"Sounds good."
I clenched my teeth and barely managed to swallow the moan that tried to escape. Even so, little signals kept firing down toward my groin — nothing I could do about that.
I lifted my head and looked down. Four glittering eyes were peering between my legs with open fascination. That wasn't the problem, though. That much I could have imagined. The problem was the spots of a color I'd never seen before, right there on my groin.
Exactly where Lee Yeondo and Shin Iseol were pressing, purple spots had appeared.
I'd never found a single spot on my own body before. This was a first.
A cool, electric sensation. Clearly not something harmful. Ever since I'd started seeing colors and learning what they meant, none of them had ever flagged anything bad for the body. Red, blue, pink — and now purple. I figured they all delivered beneficial effects in the same general vein, just with slight differences.
When I closed my legs, the women dropped their hands like the show was over. The purple spots vanished on their own. A peculiar kind of mark — visible under pressure, gone the moment you let go.
I spoke to the two of them, who were still smacking their lips like they weren't quite done.
"Let's wrap it up."
"Huh? Ah… yes. All right."
"Then how do we… finish this? A bet's a bet, so…"
"Right. Junhyun, what do you want to do? Want to choose now?"
I looked at both of them, and a fun idea suddenly hit me. I checked the clock.
"We finished pretty early. There's still time left. I've got an interesting proposal."
"What is it?"
"From here on, each of you massages me for ten minutes. The other one steps outside for a bit."
"?"
"When one of you does something, the other watches and copies it, so it's hard to judge properly."
"But this is Four-hand Massage practice."
"…Are you saying that because you somehow haven't noticed the educational content of this session went out the window a long time ago?"
My verbal sniper shot left Shin Iseol looking thoroughly flustered. If she lost because of this little speech, she'd have to knead Lee Yeondo's feet for a full hour every day for five days straight. Unpaid. And just looking at her, Shin Iseol was the type who hated losing. She'd pull out every stop to win — no question.
Just as I expected, she was the first to nod.
"Fine. Let's do it that way. Yeondo, you go first?"
"All right."
"Then I'll wait outside…"
Shin Iseol left the VIP room, leaving just me and Lee Yeondo.
Yeondo gave an awkward little smile and tied her long hair back. Come to think of it, she hadn't put it up the way she usually did when she worked on clients. Her T-shirt sleeves were already rolled into sleeveless, so while she tied her hair, her underarms were on full display.
A calculated move? If so, full marks. An accidental bit of staging? Still full marks. Pretty underarms were always right. That smooth, pale, almost porcelain skin looked like it was advertising its own sexual appeal.
I was staring so hard at her underarms that Yeondo smirked, and I hastily shifted my gaze to her flat chest. "Pancake" was about the right word — nearly flat — but the slender curve of her frame and that narrow waist kept the sexiness from fading.
Caught staring at her underarms and then looking at her chest, Yeondo just laughed.
"Puhah!"
She laughed so freely that I lifted my head again to look at her face. Ah, shit. She was sexy no matter where I looked. Was this even fair?
Her eyes were big, and when she smiled they curved into little crescents — Yeondo's smiling face was genuinely beautiful. While she'd been tying her hair, she'd been working her lips, so those already red lips had pressed together and gone even redder.
Yeondo wore a smile of pure confidence. That look men get when they think they've got you hooked…
I decided I needed to wipe that superior expression right off her face.
"Yeondo. Blindfold yourself with one of the towels here."
"Huh? Why?"
"Because I said so. Cover your eyes and find your way by feel alone."
"Hnn… it's not hard, but… that's kind of dirty, isn't it?"
Not a hint of reluctance. She obeyed without complaint. Once her eyes were covered, it really was as sexy as she'd said.
She climbed onto the bed like a cat and slid her body right between my legs, so I had no choice but to spread them. Back in that humiliating position again — but Yeondo was blindfolded, so for now I'd just watch what she did.
It was completely different from when both women had been here. Yeondo had seen me hard before, even if it had been under a towel. And I already knew about the texts she'd traded with her friends about wanting to sleep with me. In that somewhat freer atmosphere, receiving Yeondo's hands pushing in between my legs, I could give myself over to the pleasure completely.
Two oiled hands slid wetly into the cleft of my ass. My hole was still covered by the briefs, but the contact was unmistakable. Almost no one ever touched that spot, so the second Yeondo's slender fingers found it, heat flooded through my thighs.
"Haah…"
My cock responded instantly, surging up as if furious at everything it had been forced to endure earlier, the head pushing free of the thin briefs.
Huh…?
Something was different. It felt bigger. The cock that had only reached just below my navel was now resting above it. And it felt harder, too.
In the middle of that lewd massage, I spoke to her.
"Yeondo."
"Yes~"
"Sorry, but that purple— I mean, the spot you and the manager were pressing earlier. Can you press it again?"
Yeondo smiled like she'd known all along.
"That felt that good, huh?"
"It opens everything up, and like you said, the circulation feels amazing."
I was a little amazed at myself for managing to talk so casually while rock-hard.
When Yeondo pressed firmly along the outer edge of my groin, the purple spots bloomed back into view. And right then, something incredible happened. Veins began to swell and crawl along the sides of my already throbbing cock.
"Oh…"
"That refreshing?"
"Yeah… no joke."
It felt even harder than before, and then the swollen shaft started to pulse and twitch.
"Wow… that's insane."
"That much?"
"Hoo — yeah. Seriously."
I laid on the exaggerated reactions on purpose, keeping Yeondo pressing those purple spots. She got into it too, working them diligently. Mission accomplished.
It might have been pure feeling, but even my balls — drained dry from sex with Park Yuyoung earlier — felt like they were recharging. And astonishingly, my cock began to grow, bit by bit.
I screamed eureka inside my head. This was a discovery of pure madness. No one on earth knew a massage that could enlarge a penis. The thrill boiling up inside me was almost impossible to contain. A billionaire? Hell — I could become the richest man in the world.
There was only one downside. At a certain point, the purple spots Yeondo was pressing began to fade, then vanished entirely.
By my estimate, purple spots worked like those items in Japanese manga that unlock a protagonist's latent potential — usable once, then consumed. From now on, I'd have to watch carefully whenever I touched someone to see if purple spots appeared.
I soothed my raging cock until it settled somewhat, then spoke to Yeondo.
"Okay. That's enough. Go get Manager Iseol."
"Already? Hmm… you're not just trying to avoid picking me, are you?"
Yeondo pulled off the towel and gave me a sidelong look.
"Well, that's up to me."
"Pick me."
"I still have to see the manager's massage."
"Ah, pick me. Please."
"…Go."
"Then I'll… uh… um… I'll cover the second round on Saturday. Wherever that second round ends up being."
"What do you mean, 'wherever it ends up being'?"
"I mean — it doesn't matter where. I'll cover the second round."
"…"
Don't tell me that "second round" means a motel? Ah, now I'm getting hard again. My brain spun into an endless loop of conflict.
"Fine, I got it. Just go get the manager."
"…Okay."
Candidate number one, Lee Yeondo, trudged out looking dejected. Judging by how badly she wanted to win, the power struggle with Shin Iseol was still very much alive. Two women with serious competitive streaks.
What kind of massage would Shin Iseol use to entertain me?
Just alternating the two of them like this was enough to soak me in pure delight… I really was a master in this particular field, wasn't I?
Shin Iseol pushed aside the partition and stepped in, looking a little awkward. She took a moment to openly appreciate my half-naked body before speaking.
"This whole situation. Don't tell me you orchestrated all of it?"
"What kind of nonsense… There's no way."
"Tch. Whatever. I'll do your upper body, so you can cover the lower half with a towel."
With that, Shin Iseol walked up toward my head and sat in the chair.
She started light on my shoulders, then gradually worked up to my neck, gently teasing a spot midway between my ear and throat until my breathing roughened and goosebumps prickled across my skin.
Looking up at her face from below felt strangely charged. It was exactly like that Spider-Man kiss pose — hanging upside down to kiss. I suddenly remembered Shin Iseol going limp and melting in front of me, and wondered what she'd feel like during sex. At the same time, my eyes found the pretty, softly rounded line of her chest.
Managers wore stiffer fabric than regular masseuses, which made the contours of their breasts stand out even more. And set against Yeondo's flat chest, this was what a proper pair of breasts looked like.
Something about this position made my heart hammer. Even the warm breath Shin Iseol exhaled as she leaned close felt indecent.
"Are you going to keep staring like that? It's embarrassing."
"There's nowhere else to look."
"No — I mean my chest. My chest."
"Ah, sorry…"
"It's fine. I already saw your entire crotch, so."
"Then can I keep looking?"
"Wh-what… do you like breasts?"
"Is there a man who doesn't?"
"There must be. Like Yeondo said earlier — how many face guys are out there?"
"Ah. I'm a boob man."
The second I said I was a boob man, Shin Iseol's face lit up. She clearly thought she'd won this game. And sure enough, she went for the finishing blow with a comment that had nothing to do with massage.
"Working HR lately, I've realized something. Before you open a client's wallet, what really matters is how much money they actually have. When I check parking passes in the building — plate numbers and model names — I've been seeing quite a few luxury cars."
"…And?"
"Nothing. Just saying. Who knows — I might funnel some good clients your way. Park Yuyoung was extremely satisfied and even re-registered, didn't she?"
"That was because I won the bet. You didn't funnel her to me."
"Hehe. Figure of speech. Figure of speech. Chest area? Is that all right?"
"Y-yes? All right? What is?"
I startled, thinking she was saying I could keep looking at her chest. The context from earlier lined up perfectly, after all.
But Shin Iseol just smiled and shook her head.
"Your chest, Junhyun. Is a chest massage all right?"
"Y-yes. Of course."
When I let a flicker of disappointment show, Shin Iseol smirked. Then she deliberately leaned her upper body down and started massaging my chest. She began at the smaller pectorals and gradually expanded, gently working the full surface of the larger ones.
Separately from that, her breasts had dropped almost to my eye level. If I stuck out my tongue, the tip would touch a nipple.
Stick it out and I'm dead. Stick it out and I'm dead. If I stick out my tongue I'm dead!!
I swallowed hard and sat still through the entire chest massage.
"Hwaah."
I must have been holding my breath without realizing it, because a huge sigh escaped me the moment it ended. Shin Iseol was still smiling as she asked,
"How was it?"
"Good. Smooth and glossy — it really felt like the massage worked."
"Hehehe. Funny way to put it. People don't usually describe the place they just got massaged like that."
"That's just how I feel."
"All right then. So you're choosing me?"
"I'll need to think about that a bit."
"What?! It's all over — what is there left to think about?"
"I figured you'd come at me like this. Just know the selection isn't finished yet."
"Urgh… Fine. Then how about this. If you choose me, from now on, any new client who looks loaded — I'll funnel them straight to you."
"You don't really have to go that far."
"Even if that person is an idol?"
"…"
I'm sorry, Yeondo… but even you have to admit this one.