Special Oil Massage
“Since today’s a special massage, I’ll use the shop’s custom oil.”
“Huh? Really? What’s it do?”
“Great for moisture, anti-aging, elasticity recovery. Clears blemishes too, of course.”
“Wow. That sounds amazing. Can I take some home to put on after my shower?”
“Takes forever to make one bottle, so we only use it in-store.”
“Ahh~ It smells so good, though. Sell me some on the sly, just for me~”
“I’ll think about it.”
“But Teacher Junhyun’s really good at this~”
I listened to their chatter while kneading her thighs and calves with firm, elastic pressure, wiping out the red spots as I went. Because Lee Mikyeong was older, every time I cleared a cluster of red spots they would bloom and spread somewhere else, so I had to work several places at once just to keep them in check.
After staring at Park Yuyoung’s naked body, looking at a milf’s body did absolutely nothing for me. The texture was nice enough, but it didn’t get me hard.
The one actually receiving the massage, though, was clearly getting turned on. She kept twisting the lower half that was supposed to stay still and let out little strained moans through her teeth. She was holding back the stimulation. If Choi Wonjae hadn’t been here, I couldn’t even imagine what would’ve happened.
“What’s with you today? You can’t stay still.”
“Uh, ah… yeah… Teacher Junhyun’s just really good at massaging.”
“Looks a little all over the place to me, but I guess it’s working that well?”
“Yeah… compared to other masseurs… hnn… it’s a little awkward and different, but somehow it feels… so, so good?”
Not “good”—she was feeling it. If I played this right, I might even snatch Lee Mikyeong’s preferred-masseur slot right out from under Choi Wonjae. So I poured even more focus into the work, sinking into the massage completely the way I hadn’t with Park Yuyoung.
The slick liquid painted slow expanding circles over her well-kept body. Sweep down, drizzle more oil, lift the thigh, sweep again. Finally I finished coating both legs completely.
Choi Wonjae was working her neck. The closer you get to the face, the more a soft massage makes someone drowsy. Lee Mikyeong’s eyes drifted shut. I had no intention of leaving her alone. If she fell asleep like this, the odds of her requesting me next time would tank.
I settled near her pelvis, right where the towel covered her.
My eyes locked onto the blue spots crouched close to her pelvis while I woke her.
“I’m going to release the pelvic area now. My hands will go under the towel.”
Before the session started, Lee Mikyeong had lifted every restriction on groin contact. So as long as I stayed within certain bounds, she wouldn’t say a word. In this state she might even enjoy me touching her sex directly, but I didn’t want that.
She opened her eyes and looked at me with interest—half-lidded, appraising, like she was deciding whether to watch what I did. My heart kicked at the thought of turning that look soft and melted.
It had worked last time too: bold moves and bold talk landed surprisingly well with Lee Mikyeong.
Alright then…
I shoved my hand deep under the towel right from the start. She’d been waxed; the place where pubic hair should have been was bare. Unlike Park Yuyoung, she was wearing a T-back, so the elastic string caught against my fingers.
The moment my hand boldly entered that lewd territory, Lee Mikyeong moaned.
“Nnh!?”
Both Choi Wonjae and Lee Mikyeong flinched at my sudden boldness.
I ignored them and zeroed in on the lowest part of her lower belly.
Lee Mikyeong’s blue spots were nothing like Park Yuyoung’s. Rubbing them didn’t make them spread or migrate; they sat there hard as stone, completely unmoved by light taps. At first I flailed, not knowing what to do, until I started applying gradual force. Then, like packed sand, the hardened layers began to flake away.
Choi Wonjae looked a little worried, glancing back and forth between me and her crotch.
“If it hurts, say so. Teacher Junhyun will ease up.”
What he really meant was: if the contact feels too intimate and uncomfortable, speak up.
But of course Lee Mikyeong shook her head.
“It’s fine. He’s… really good. So good it surprised me.”
“See? Teacher Junhyun doesn’t talk nonsense. He even fixed my condition.”
“Oh, really? Why are you only telling me now?”
“I didn’t want it to color a client’s judgment.”
“You really cured a disease with just massage? What was the owner’s condition?”
“That’s a secret.”
Choi Wonjae gave a bitter little smile, and Lee Mikyeong stopped prying. He couldn’t exactly say “erectile dysfunction.” Knowing I was the only one who knew, I couldn’t help the smirk that tugged at my lips.
After hearing that, Lee Mikyeong just watched me with wonder in her eyes.
The massive blue-spot mass refused to break easily. Going too hard on the lower belly felt risky because of the sensitivity, so I deliberately kept it gentle. Then a thought hit me.
Why do I keep second-guessing when I cross the line? Fuck it—just ask.
Same thing with Park Yuyoung. She’d actually wanted me to suck her nipples, and I’d dithered so long I almost never got to the insertion.
I had to get past this.
“Ms. Lee Mikyeong. I’m going to press a little harder from now on. If it hurts, tell me immediately.”
“Okaaay~”
She answered in a calm voice. A true massage veteran.
I pressed her lower belly with more force than before. Not even an eyebrow twitched. Not hurting? Then harder. When I really bore down, the hardened blue spots began to corrode and vanish.
“Doesn’t hurt?”
“You’re pressing hard? I honestly don’t feel a thing.”
Okay. That meant I could compress the whole area hard and clear it fast.
I started excavating the vivid blue spots like a backhoe. In no time they were all gone.
But the instant they disappeared, pink spots that had been lurking underneath surged up—so densely layered they looked bright red.
“Hah… ah… mmm…? My body suddenly feels hot?”
I scrambled for an explanation.
“I just opened a meridian, so your blood circulation spiked. From here I need to press the points a little faster. Sorry, but I’m going to move this towel for a moment.”
“M-move the towel?”
Even Choi Wonjae looked startled by that.
But I didn’t have time to answer every question. The rising red blotches were seizing her entire body in seconds. I’d never seen anything like it. I frantically touched spot after spot, driving back the red while I spoke.
“I need the client’s permission to continue. If we leave it, the heat will climb so high we won’t be able to control it.”
“Haa… haa… Do it…”
The second I heard that, I yanked the towel away. A thin T-string barely covered her sex; during the massage it had ridden up, so her outer lips were gripping the center strip of the panties.
“Hnn… ah…”
The heat was climbing. Choi Wonjae, still working near her head, must have felt it too.
Shit. This has never happened before.
“The fever’s getting bad. Teacher Junhyun, I don’t know what you’re trying to do, but we should stop here. We might need an ambulance.”
“Haa… haa… haa…”
Her breathing turned ragged—the kind of moans people make when it feels good. She wasn’t saying it out loud, but Lee Mikyeong was feeling it right now. Every time I erased a pink spot, her head filled with pleasure she couldn’t handle.
Even if I confirmed it was pleasure, dropping into a high-fever state like this could still put a person in danger. Was her life actually at risk? It was my first time facing this, so of course I was rattled. Sweat beaded all over me.
Was I fucked? I’d been taught that using the word “treatment” without a license was illegal. If anything happened to Lee Mikyeong, the shop, Choi Wonjae, and I would all get sued. Worst case, handcuffs or the shop shutting down.
I wiped sweat with my sleeve and forced my eyes wide open.
I have to erase the pink spots. But would a hospital even know what they are?
It was a gamble. As long as only my eyes could see these spots, only the person who created this situation—me—could fix it.
I shook my head hard at Choi Wonjae.
“No, Owner. I induced this situation. You don’t need to worry.”
“What? You wanted this fever?”
Now even Choi Wonjae’s voice had an edge from the tension.
“Yes. I can handle all of it. Please trust me. And I’ll need your help too.”
Four hands. If we could use four hands, we could strip every pink spot within the time limit.
I sent him an urgent look.
Choi Wonjae hesitated a second, then recognized how critical it was and nodded. He also couldn’t predict what would happen if we sent Lee Mikyeong to a hospital in this state. A twenty-year veteran knew full well this could mean a business suspension.
“What do I do?”
“Start with her forearms. Drench them in oil and work the whole body like you’re kneading it.”
“Okay. And you?”
“I’ll go back to the legs. Owner, this isn’t normal massage—you have to push them out with a little pressure, like scraping them off.”
“R-right. Got it.”
“Haa… haa… I’m… okay, right?”
“Yes, you’re fine. Just think of it as a short dream and hang on a little longer.”
I quickly soaked her legs in oil, lifted one thigh onto my knee, and used my whole arm—not just my hands—to hug the thigh and strip downward like peeling off pants.
The friction wasn’t even that intense, yet countless pink spots burst like soap bubbles and a wave of heat blasted out. It was so hot I almost expected smoke.
After stripping both legs that fast, I did the same everywhere else. Without hesitation I shoved my hands under, gripped her ass, and yanked downward in one clean peel. Watching me, Choi Wonjae copied the motion and worked both her arms.
I switched places with him and moved to Lee Mikyeong’s head. I pointed him back toward the legs where the spots had started spreading again and asked him to massage there slowly.
It was a complex phenomenon I’d never seen: heat, the way Park Yuyoung’s blue spots fled, and the way Jin Ayoung’s red spots used to spread. I felt like I could build a whole new theory about pink spots.
Having four hands was a huge relief. While I worked one area, he could clear whatever pink spots migrated elsewhere.
“It’s insanely hot. Are you sure this is okay?”
“You have to trust me.”
After saying that, I lifted Lee Mikyeong’s upper body and propped it against my knee—the scapula technique Choi Wonjae had taught me.
“Excuse me, ma’am. Forgive me if my hands brush anywhere embarrassing for a moment.”
I wrapped my arms around her from behind like a back-hug just below the navel and stripped upward the same way. In the process her bra scraped past; her springy breasts pressed against my arms.
“Haa… ahhngh! My… my head feels weird. M-maybe because it’s so hot.”
She kept turning her face toward me even though she didn’t need to, hunting for my lips.
Clearing the pink spots had thrown her into heat. I forced my head away and hypnotized myself: This ajumma is a fucking ajumma. Ajumma or not, she had a baby face and a sexy body. On top of that the heat was real, so I was getting worked up too. But this was not the time to notice.
Choi Wonjae looked completely stunned. In fifteen years of massaging he’d never seen anything like this.
Whether he was out of it or not, I came around to her front, pulled her into my arms, and swept up her back. A pleasure show only I could see: pink spots clustered together and then exploded like fireworks. Lee Mikyeong threw her head back and cried out.
“Ahaaaang…!”