Gu Somin's Golden Time
“Haa… haa… haa… This can’t be real… haa…”
“I told you, didn’t I? It’d feel incredible.”
“Haa… haa… haa… Th-this guy… what even is he?”
“Hmm, a massage guy? Why, you wanna hit up the shop and get one yourself?”
“Haa… haa… At this rate I’m gonna end up going every payday…”
I left the two women behind and pulled my pants back up.
It had only been a short while, but I’d cleared every last Red Spot and Pink Spot tucked into every corner of Jueun’s body. That reaction of hers wasn’t strange at all. While I came inside her once, her eyes had rolled back three times.
Even after I’d finished getting ready to leave, the two of them kept groping and caressing each other.
“No matter how hard we try, it’s still nothing compared to Junhyun’s touch, right?”
“…I’m really sorry, but you’re right, boss. Haaang… but if you keep pinching me there, haak…”
“Heh, wanna stay like this a little longer before we head out? I’m still pretty worked up myself.”
“Ang… I’m fine with that. Skipping out during work hours…”
Gulp—
I’d watched a few lesbian videos out of curiosity before, but my real preference had always been the ones where a cock was doing the pounding. Seeing it right in front of me, though, was a different story. Two sexy women stacked on top of each other, sucking, licking, and devouring each other’s sex—it was pure eye candy.
They say a woman knows a woman’s body best. Maybe they couldn’t match what I could see, but with that shared understanding they zeroed in on each other’s weak spots and tore into them without mercy.
A sixty-nine, both of them still in fishnet stockings, greedily sucking on each other’s cunts—I nearly lost my soul watching it.
After a long stretch of caressing, Jueun looked up at me with a sultry gaze.
“Join us.”
I shook my head.
“I have to go.”
“Hnn… it’d be better if you joined…”
“Damn it… I’m heading out!”
If I didn’t leave now, everything would fall apart. I already had the next batter lined up in my head.
I left the two women behind and stepped outside. Should I lock the door? Ah, screw it. It’s their place—they can handle it.
Still, a threesome in my lifetime. At this point I ought to be bowing to Jin Ayoung once when I wake up, once more before sex at night, and then a full formal bow after catching the drip before bed—and even that wouldn’t be enough.
The threesome… of course it was good. But my heart had been hammering so hard and I’d been so wound up that I couldn’t savor it for long, which was a little disappointing. Honestly, with one woman sucking me from above, another taking me from below, and me kissing the one on top—how the hell was anyone supposed to stay calm?
Jueun was someone I’d just met, but even at her young age she genuinely loved sex.
Until now I’d pictured women as pure creatures who only wanted sex born of true love with a man. Dig a little deeper and that turned out to be complete bullshit. Maybe women actually have stronger sex drives than men. I’d just never had the chance because I wasn’t good-looking enough.
But things were different now. Looks aside, a man is his ability, right?
Miracle Hand. With these hands alone I could put every woman right in my palm.
And the women in the room next door were no exception. Some were already mine; others had already lit up on my radar and would be mine soon enough.
When I stepped back inside, the seating had mysteriously shifted and everyone was deep in a drinking game.
I sat in my original seat, only to find that Lim Taehoon had somehow arranged it so Park Yuyoung and Gu Somin were right on either side of me.
The moment I sat down, Park Yuyoung hooked her arm through mine.
Wh-what? Is she drunk?
“Junhyun… I drank so much.”
“You lost every round?”
“Yeah… I told them I’m terrible at these games, but they were so mean. If only you’d been next to me…”
“Sorry. Something came up all of a sudden.”
“You had something more important even with me right here?”
Suddenly I was reminded of a drunk Lee Yeondo. That same full-throttle charge with zero brakes felt exactly like her.
She pulled her face right up to mine and stared. I had no choice but to meet her gaze. I’d only ever seen her during massages, never with makeup on, but up close she was genuinely beautiful. Her flawless, dewy, elastic skin caught the soft room lighting and glowed.
Her line might have sounded arrogant at first glance, but coming from someone like her it wasn’t arrogance at all. It was a statement with every right to be made.
Her hand slid along the inside of my thigh. I felt eyes on me from the side—Gu Somin’s. She kept her gaze lowered, watching exactly how far Park Yuyoung’s hand would go.
I quickly caught Park Yuyoung’s hand and pulled it away. Just how far was she planning to go…?
“Yuyoung, you’re really drunk.”
“Heh… I drank a lot, so…”
I was about to say something when Jo Byeongchan, sitting on her other side, cut in sharply.
“Yuyoung…”
“Ah… clueless Byeongchan…”
“Heh. Still, hang out with us a little.”
“Tch…”
I leaned in close to Park Yuyoung’s ear to whisper, but she must have thought I was going for a kiss—she squeezed her eyes shut.
“Just wait a bit and we’ll slip out alone later.”
When I whispered that, she opened her eyes with an embarrassed look. Then, as if wondering what she’d even been thinking, she flailed her hands and feet nervously and turned toward Jo Byeongchan.
Watching her always triggered my protective instincts without me realizing it. Even at our first meeting I’d massaged her because I wanted to protect her, and that image still lingered. Or maybe she was just that cute.
Anyway, there was a reason I’d redirected Park Yuyoung’s attention.
I glanced toward Gu Somin. She was watching Lim Taehoon hit on Seoah and letting out a quiet sigh. Knowing she was stuck in a forced relationship, I understood exactly what that sigh meant.
Lim Taehoon was so busy ogling Seoah that he wasn’t even glancing at Gu Somin. The idiot was lost in some delusional fantasy that Seoah actually had feelings for him.
I poured Gu Somin a drink.
“Have you had a lot?”
“No… just whatever they give me…”
“Models can’t drink too much, right? Gotta maintain the figure.”
“To a point? But I don’t really care. As long as I don’t eat too many snacks, I don’t gain weight.”
Clink.
I tapped glasses with her alone. Looking around, the table’s male-to-female ratio was perfectly one-to-one; everyone had paired off and was chatting. No one paid any attention to the two of us toasting by ourselves.
Lee Youngjun had been left with the girl Lim Taehoon had been hitting on earlier and looked thoroughly unimpressed. Lim Taehoon kept talking at Seoah, who only had eyes for me. Jo Byeongchan was likewise hitting on Park Yuyoung—who was completely out of his league—and giggling to himself. From my seat the whole scene was pure comedy.
So this is why comedy shows tank.
I downed my drink in one shot; Gu Somin squeezed her eyes shut and emptied hers too.
I looked at her with quiet pity. I’d heard the story. Her father was in the hospital, the bills were piling up, and the building owner—Lim Taehoon—was covering them.
And that wasn’t all. In the future she was headed for a tragic life.
First, the knees.
I focused on her knees.
“The reason you said you’d come for a massage… it’s because of your knees, isn’t it?”
I hit the bullseye. Sure enough, Gu Somin flinched and stared at me.
“H-how did you know?”
“I can tell from the way you sit. And the little habits that slip out in between. Posture and habits that show up in people with bad knees.”
“…”
She’d been sitting with her legs crossed; she immediately straightened her posture.
I waited quietly for Gu Somin to take the bait.
At last she spoke.
“I heard it plenty of times during walking training too. Everyday posture, habits. Pros really do see things differently.”
A shiver ran through my whole body. A pro. The fact that I’d only been fishing based on her bad knees and she’d still called me that meant it had worked.
“Mind if I take a quick look?”
“What? Here?”
I nodded instead of answering. It was possible right now. The table hid everything below the waist anyway.
Gu Somin thought for a moment, then turned her body toward me. She was wearing a dress, so her legs were fully exposed. She stretched out those impossibly slender, smooth legs and slid them toward me until her thighs brushed my pants.
I swallowed without meaning to. Being a model, her lines were unreal. As her body twisted, the hem of her dress rode up just enough to bare her thighs without quite flashing her underwear—like her legs themselves were announcing that this was what luxury looked like.
I took hold of her calf and lifted it. Bending slightly to check the underside of her leg, I found it: a clear blue mark etched into the back of her knee.
“This leg’s definitely the problem.”
I checked the other side as well.
“The right leg has clearly lost function, but the one that actually hurts day to day is the left, right?”
“…Wow… how did you… that’s exactly what the doctor said.”
Of course. I can see better than any doctor.
Hard clumps of Red Spots were packed into the back of her left knee, the knee itself, and the inner thigh.
Red Spots hardening into solid masses was a first for me. That was how bad Gu Somin’s knees were.
Under the pretense of examining her, I ran my hands over her legs, stroking here and there. Skin this elastic shouldn’t even be possible. Every last hair had been waxed away; her skin was as slick as glass. Every touch sent tiny tremors through the whole surface from the elasticity alone. God, what would sex with a woman like this even feel like? Lim Taehoon, you absolute lunatic. Kim Seoa’s the one who catches your eye?
It was ridiculous. People ought to be satisfied within their own league. In his head he probably already considered Gu Somin a fish in the net.
I kept at it a little longer, then shook my head. Gu Somin watched me with worried eyes.
“Is it that serious?”
Before answering I studied her face. She’d already offered me her legs and didn’t care where I touched. Everything I’d said about her knees had been spot-on, so she had no reason not to trust me. That alone proved a certain level of trust had already formed. There was no need to back off out of fear.
“There isn’t much time. If we don’t correct it right away, I can’t guarantee you’ll be able to keep modeling.”
Gu Somin’s upper body shuddered as if goosebumps had risen. She pressed a hand to her mouth, looking ready to cry at any second.
“Then… what do I do? Even if I go to a shop tomorrow—”
“No. That wouldn’t be enough. If you go tomorrow and the function worsens further, even I might say we’ve missed the window. Among us masseurs we call this the golden time.”
I’d picked up the phrase somewhere and dressed it up to sound good.
I was spouting nonsense I didn’t fully understand, but because I’d already proven my skill, Gu Somin didn’t find it strange.
“Then… today?”
“Yes. Today.”
Gu Somin glanced toward Lim Taehoon and hung her head.
“Oppa probably won’t allow it.”
The moment she finished speaking I rested a hand on her shoulder and stroked it gently.
“It’s fine. I already talked to Taehoon earlier.”
“What? When?”
“When we were smoking out back. From that moment I already suspected something was wrong with your knees. I’m not sure I should say this, but honestly Taehoon didn’t seem to care much about them… Still, when I pushed hard he just told me to handle it myself.”
“Really…”
Gu Somin looked toward Lim Taehoon as if she wanted to say something, then just sighed.
“Then that’s a relief. If I leave it to you, I’ll be okay, right?”
“Of course.”
“But I don’t have much money… there’s a lot of debt at home… It’s a little awkward bringing this up when we just met, but my father’s in the hospital.”
I cut her off and took her hand. Gu Somin’s eyes went wide like a startled deer’s—how many times had she been surprised today?—and I met her with a resolute look.
“It’s okay. Everything’s going to be fine.”
Her eyes softened far more than before.
Once the obstacles in her life were cleared one by one, what kind of smooth road would open up for this woman? I wanted to invest in that future value. Not the money right now, but the wealth and fame it would bring later.
And the sex. And the woman.
I immediately texted Jin Ayoung.
I couldn’t figure out what her last message meant.
I turned off my phone and spoke to Gu Somin.
“Let’s move to the next room. I already got the bar owner’s cooperation. I’ll handle Taehoon, so don’t worry.”
“Okay…”