I'll Show You Heaven and Hell
The customer who'd filed the complaint was named Kim Yujin. I never learned the name of the boyfriend who'd walked her to the door, but from the way he'd acted on the bus it was obvious he was the type who would swallow anything she said without question.
She seemed to be burning with revenge and looking to go after Lee Yeondo, yet no matter how I turned it over, Yeondo hadn't done a single thing wrong.
It was the usual story. A male customer had hit on a female masseuse, gotten rejected, and made a complete ass of himself. Now he was just taking out a rage he couldn't swallow on someone else.
Looking at it that way, I wondered if the feelings I still carried for Kim Seoa weren't something similar. I'd been the one who liked her; she had never owed me matching affection in return. But I'd wanted that compensation all the same.
The thought that I might not be so different from that bastard left a bitter smile on my face.
When I stepped out toward the counter, Kim Seoa happened to be talking with Shin Iseol.
"Yes, ma'am. There's a way to contact your assigned therapist directly and make a reservation."
"No... I mean, I just want to know whether Junhyun has any openings tomorrow or not..."
In that instant I regretted the slight pity I'd felt for her earlier. Why the hell was this crazy woman going around digging into me behind my back?
"I'm off tomorrow, so why?"
"Ah... no, I was just asking in case you were working so I could book an appointment."
"You said you were going out that day."
"Hiiing... I can still go out even after getting a massage. But why are you so mad?"
"Because it feels like you're snooping on me behind my back."
"No way~ It's not like that~ Oh, right! So when should I book my next appointment?"
I thought back to the several times I'd finished inside her.
It had felt good. Fucking amazing, actually. And yeah, I wanted to fuck her again.
Remembering the thoughts I'd just had, I decided there was no need to be too cold toward Kim Seoa.
"Hmm, I've got a reservation on Sunday so I'll be here then. Want to come by around that time? If you've got time we could grab a meal after."
"Huh..? Sunday? So the day after tomorrow?"
"Yeah."
"Junhyun. We were supposed to meet up with our classmates on Sunday, right? You're not in the group chat... Ah, right! You're not in the group chat, are you? Sorry. I forgot to pass it along. About five of us are getting together on Sunday."
"Really? That's too bad. Then I guess we can see each other next weekend or so."
"Aigoo! I-I have to wait that long?"
"Yeah. That's how it turned out."
Truth was, she didn't really need to wait that long. I still didn't have that many reserved clients yet.
But I knew Kim Seoa's personality well, so I felt the need to train her a little. This bitch was the type who'd do god knows what if you gave her even a little slack.
"Huuung... Th-then I'll just show up late to the reunion and go with you. After you're done!"
A reunion, huh. Ever since I'd lost my smartphone in the Han River, every one of my friends' contacts had been wiped clean. It would be a lie to say I didn't want to get in touch. The bastard who'd married a BJ, the one dating a model and raising a kid, the one who went around chasing girls. There were plenty if I listed them all.
But the one reason I wanted to contact those guys and meet up was simple.
I was really curious what faces they'd make once they found out I was involved with Kim Seoa like that.
"Should we?"
"Yeah! Let's do that! Wow, I'm so happy. Then see you the day after tomorrow, Junhyun! Ah, goodbye!"
Kim Seoa greeted us brightly and scurried out the door with light steps.
As I stood there wearing a pleased expression, Shin Iseol propped her chin on her hand and spoke.
"No matter how I look at it, she seems to like you, Junhyun."
"No way."
"It's obvious just looking at her. But do you really have no interest in that friend of yours? How is that possible? She's the type every guy would go for."
"She's just a friend. Anyway, where is that Kim Yujin person right now?"
"VIP Room 3. She's not even a VIP, but she threw a fit saying she'd demand a full refund right away if we didn't put her in a VIP room."
"Then I'll go take care of it."
"... Junhyun."
"Yes?"
"Be careful. That customer is completely unhinged."
I chuckled at Shin Iseol's worried tone.
"I'm the crazier one, you know."
"That's true."
When I entered the VIP room, Kim Yujin was waiting for me face-down. She knew I was a male masseur and had covered her butt and chest with a towel.
"Hello."
I greeted her quietly, but no answer came back. She simply raised her hand once and lowered it in place of a greeting.
Rude bitch. You've met your match today. I'll show you what it feels like to bounce between heaven and hell.
I applied oil to my hands and said,
"I'll begin the massage now."
"Just a moment."
"?"
"My skin is extremely sensitive. The second I feel even a little uncomfortable, I'm filing a complaint, so keep that in mind."
"..."
I didn't bother answering.
Instead of wasting time on a reply, I scanned Kim Yujin's body from top to bottom.
A festival of red spots and pink spots. I had never seen someone with this many pink spots before.
With previous women the pink spots had only appeared under certain conditions. But looking at how Kim Yujin was packed full of pink spots with no conditions at all, she was clearly a woman who was crazy for sex.
And what about her curves? Her figure was so good and her skin so nice it was hard to believe she was that bastard's girlfriend. She was a fucking bitch, but massaging her would probably feel good.
Sensitive skin? Fuck off.
First I slapped oil onto the backs of her thighs, which were packed with red spots, and boldly swept my hands down.
Ohh, look how springy that is. What a waste of a body to give to that guy.
When I touched her gently, Kim Yujin raised her hand as if to say something, then let it drop limply.
"Mmnh..."
She even let out a heated breath. Of course she did—I was popping the pink spots that controlled sexual sensitivity at the same time.
After massaging for a few days I was starting to get a feel for how to drive women wild. If the red spots were like pouring hot water to make everything warm and relaxed, the pink spots were caressing itself. So rather than obsessing only over the pink ones, it was better to alternate between red and pink.
The sex technique Jin Ayoung had taught me.
If you only do overly stimulating caresses, they get bored quickly. Applying that lesson, I'd gotten to watch Kim Seoa climax three or four times in a single session.
"Is there anywhere that feels uncomfortable?"
I asked as a mid-check. If there was somewhere that needed more kneading I'd knead it; if the pressure was too strong I'd ease up. There was no way she was uncomfortable. Right now water was leaking out from between her legs and soaking the massage panties completely.
"Ah... yes... nothing. Y-you're doing well."
Kim Yujin, who'd come in intending to file a complaint, was melting under my massage and didn't know what to do with herself.
I moved to the middle of the bed and lightly sat on her butt. Normally I would never even imagine climbing on top of a client, but this case was an exception. It was a means of creating a thoroughly sexual atmosphere.
While massaging her back I evenly cleared away the red spots and pink spots.
"Hwaang... Ah, s-sorry."
"For what?"
"F-for making weird noises."
"That can happen. No need to worry about it. You can make even weirder noises if you want."
"Ah..."
Without asking, I removed the towel and gently stroked along the side lines of her breasts, which were squashed flat like hotteok between the bed and her body. Pink spots were packed mercilessly here too. Just how much of a lewd demon was this woman?
Given that she still showed no rejection at this point, any question would probably be fine. I savored the feel of her breasts and swallowed the saliva pooling in my mouth.
"Um, miss?"
"... Yes?"
"I heard you had a bit of trouble with Yeondo."
"Ah, yes..."
"Could you tell me what the problem was?"
"My skin is a bit sensitive. She suddenly touched me out of nowhere so I got startled."
"I see. So it wasn't enough to demand a refund, right?"
"..."
I gently caressed the nape of her neck. When I casually touched her earlobe as well, she slowly started to confess.
"Um. Yes... I guess my emotions just got heated all of a sudden."
"I understand. Yeondo must be burning up inside right about now. That kind of thing is really important to us therapists. You could call it a kind of professional craftsmanship?"
"... I see."
I couldn't tell if she felt any remorse. Then again, if she were the type of woman who could feel that much guilt, she would have repented on her own someday without me teaching her. Right now I had no such generosity.
I was remembering the expression on Lee Yeondo's face as she'd stood there fidgeting, not even knowing what she'd done wrong while getting scolded. I'd learned it myself after going to the military. There was nothing as fucking shitty as being wronged in this world. And that shittiness of not even being able to tell anyone about it. I hadn't known Yeondo for long, but I definitely had to get revenge for her.
"This is a personal question, but do you have a boyfriend by any chance?"
"... What? All of a sudden?"
Kim Yujin paused for a moment as if thinking, then answered.
"No, I don't."
"Oho... Is that so?"
Press—
Found it. The pink spots around Kim Yujin's lower back were clumped and hardened just like the blue spots Lee Mikyeong had had.
I pressed down on that hardened spot as hard as I possibly could.
"Why wouldn't you? From what I saw earlier your face is pretty, and looking now your figure is nice too."
It wasn't empty flattery. Kim Yujin really was pretty and had a good body. Her face was a bit inferior to Yeondo's, but considering Yeondo's meager chest, Kim Yujin scored higher overall.
"W-well..."
The problem was why Kim Yujin was lying about not having a boyfriend.
Wasn't the reason obvious to anyone looking?
Press—!
When I pressed even harder, the pink spots shattered as if smashed by a hammer. Then the fragmented pink spots were sucked toward the area I was pressing like they were being drawn in, and I burst every last grain of them.
"Hwaang... Kkeung..."
"Does it feel good?"
Asking a client not if it hurt but if it felt good was a first for me too.
"Y-yes... It feels good..."
She'd completely lost it.
Crunch—
I was able to clear the remaining spots in an instant.
Alright, now her body should start changing soon.
That's right.
When I'd removed Lee Mikyeong's hardened blue spots, her temperature had shot up.
What would happen this time?
Just as I was wondering, I felt something like a phone vibrating under my butt.
Kim Yujin's butt was trembling.
Unable to withstand the vibration, I stood up and stepped slightly away from the bed.
Then Kim Yujin, unable to hold back any longer, whipped her upper body around with her breasts fully exposed.
"T-therapist... I-I can't hold it anymore..."
The moment our eyes met, she made a subtle expression as if she recognized my face. But she soon shook her head as if that didn't matter right now and crawled toward me.
"P-please do it with me..."
And with that, she grabbed my pant leg and tried to pull them off.