The Multicolored Light
“What were you doing?”
Han Seoyeon stepped out with a large towel wrapped around her body, drying her hair with a smaller one as she asked me. I answered while doing my absolute best to look anywhere but at her.
“I was just looking at my phone.”
“Hmm… Is that so? If it were me, I’d have been curious about this mansion and taken a look around at least once.”
“…”
I flinched again without meaning to and swallowed hard.
Am I the shaman here, or is this bitch the shaman? Well, a woman who did the kinds of things she did deserved to be called one.
I forced the identity of the room I’d seen earlier back into my mind and avoided Han Seoyeon’s eyes as much as I could.
“Should I just lie down here like this? Could you turn around for a second?”
“Ah, yes… Go ahead.”
I turned my back while she slipped off her gown and settled onto the bed.
“I’m ready.”
When I turned around again, Han Seoyeon’s rear view was laid bare all the way down to her hips. I’d at least expected her to cover her butt with a towel, but she clearly had no intention of doing so. Well, that made things easier for me.
Gulp.
Easier was an understatement—I was one wrong move away from completely falling for her.
Her toned back view was damn near perfect. The upper body lifted just slightly by those large breasts, the ant waist that dipped in deep, the plump apple hips rising in a soft curve, and the long, clean lines of her legs stretching out below. There wasn’t a single thing to criticize.
“Alright, now tell me what’s wrong with my body.”
“It’s perfect.”
“What?”
“Ah—no… There are some issues.”
I poured oil into my hands and began spreading it across Han Seoyeon’s back.
My eyes kept drifting sideways no matter how hard I tried, flicking between the side of her breast that peeked out and the full curve of her ass.
One of the best parts of this job was being able to look freely at a woman’s naked body I’d never seen before without having to worry about getting caught.
But what I felt the moment the oil met Han Seoyeon’s bare skin was something else entirely.
Fuck. Just touching her bare skin feels this good?
The texture was insane. Beyond bouncy—it was so smooth that if I had to put a name to it, I’d call it soft glass. Her back had almost no friction at all; it clung to my fingertips and quietly dragged lewd thoughts into my head.
Thoughts like how tightly her inner walls would squeeze.
That was something I never would have known until recently, back when I was still a virgin.
Somewhere in the world there were women prettier than Lee Yeondo. Somewhere there were women cuter than Park Yuyoung. Even Gu Somin, whom I’d once thought of as a perfect hexagonal beauty, shrank into a smaller hexagon the moment Han Seoyeon entered the picture.
After seeing her face and body, and now feeling her skin, if I graphed the members’ stats so far it looked like this:
Jin Ayoung — Face 6, Body 6, Skin 6, Personality 10
Total: 28 + Hidden Stat: Bond
Kim Seoa — Face 7, Body 5 (conditional 8), Skin 6, Personality 4 (conditional 10)
Total: 22 (conditional 32) + Hidden Stat: Submission Power
Shin Iseol — Face 7, Body 5, Skin 6, Personality 2
Total: 20
Lee Mikyeong — Face 4, Body 6, Skin 5, Personality 7
Total: 22 + Hidden Stat: Card Slash
Park Yuyoung — Face 8, Body 6, Skin 8, Personality 8
Total: 30 + Hidden Stat: Cuteness
Lee Yeondo — Face 9, Body 4 (conditional 7), Skin 7, Personality 9
Total: 29 (conditional 38) + Hidden Stat: Girlfriend Mode
Kim Yujin — Face 5, Body 5, Skin 5, Personality 2 (conditional 6)
Total: 17 (conditional 21) + Hidden Stat: Stress Relief
Gu Somin — Face 7, Body 7, Skin 7, Personality 8
Total: 29
Han Seoyeon — Face 9, Body 9, Skin 10, Personality ?
Total: ??
Even with unmeasurable parts, her stats were overwhelmingly superior.
People were hard to reduce to numbers, that much was true—but laid out this clearly, her face, body, and skin were damn near perfect.
These scores were relative and would update whenever new data came in. I was certain this subjective ranking would shift every time I met another beauty. That was how little data I still had on women.
While I marveled at the feel of her smooth body under my hands, I also quickly found her problems.
The real chore was inventing ones that would actually impress her. Comparing her personality against the reality of her body, it was hard to find a flaw dramatic enough to blow her mind.
Blue spots would have made everything easy, but no matter how hard I looked, there wasn’t a single one. And the complete absence of pink spots made it clear she felt no sexual attraction toward me.
“You have some pelvic misalignment, and your feet are stiff, so you probably tire out quickly.”
“Oh, that’s right… You really are amazing.”
Amazing my ass. Out of a hundred thirty-five-year-old women, ninety-nine had the exact same issues—some from standing too long at the sink, some from living in high heels.
Most ordinary people just never noticed. Humans were selfish by nature; they rarely cared enough to look past themselves.
I’d only learned this after starting at Meobal S.
The moment a little trust formed, clients started staring at you like a miracle worker no matter what you said—even when it was basic knowledge anyone could dig up on YouTube or social media.
I carefully worked Han Seoyeon’s feet. Because I’d already cleared the red spots, the results came immediately. It had to feel refreshing. Her soles had softened so much that the next time they touched the ground she would wonder how they had ever felt so hard.
After finishing the necessary areas, I slid both hands up the smooth length of her legs. I pushed high enough that my fingers nearly brushed the sensitive place between them, then drew them back down again.
Ha, fuck… The texture is so fucking good. I’m going crazy.
What was really driving me insane was the room I’d seen earlier.
I needed to lock down this contract, but just like the handsome butler had warned, I already knew I could not afford to get any closer to her outside of work.
No. Absolutely not. I must not look at Han Seoyeon as a woman. This woman is crazy. Absolutely not!
I chanted the hypnosis to myself while simultaneously reciting the national anthem. I’d gotten so used to it that I could spit the whole thing out as a rapid-fire rap. Another lesson this job had taught me: follow desire too freely and you end up paying for it. One wrong step and I could end up exactly like Lim Taehoon.
Speaking of which—what the hell had happened to that bastard?
Seoa had apparently written and submitted a statement. If Ayoung checked the CCTV and cross-referenced the text messages with me, and the police realized Lim Taehoon had planned the rape from the start and acted on it, the charges would stack into aggravated punishment. As long as I didn’t allow it, Seoa would never settle. That bastard’s life was thoroughly fucked.
I had to stay careful myself.
I already knew that once this woman got her hooks in me, there would be no easy way out.
And yet… why did I still want to see her front?
Was I the only one this curious? Fuck, was it just me? The completely natural assumption that a woman with a beautiful rear would have an equally beautiful front, and the raw curiosity to confirm it—was that only me? Was I the only piece of trash here?
“Please turn over now.”
“Haaang… Already?”
Ah, fuck! Don’t moan like that. Anyone listening would think we’d been going at it doggy-style and I’d just suggested switching positions.
I recited the first verse of the national anthem again under my breath. Ha, fuck… From now on maybe I needed the Lord’s Prayer. Our Father who art in heaven…
“Yes. I’ll look away, so cover your chest and lower half with the towel.”
“Alright.”
Her voice came out a little cold.
Had the massage been underwhelming? Impossible. There was nothing wrong with my technique. Maybe Lee Mikyeong had hyped me up too much beforehand, or maybe Seoyeon had simply received so many massages that nothing impressed her anymore.
I didn’t believe I was the only person in the world with this kind of skill.
Somewhere out there, someone else probably operated at a similar level.
I didn’t know if the story was true, but Choi Wonjae had once mentioned a legendary figure who possessed the Miracle Hand.
Maybe Han Seoyeon had already been massaged by someone of that caliber. In that case my work might feel bland by comparison.
Was curing Hodu not enough…?
Competitive fire lit inside me.
I would conquer Han Seoyeon no matter what. But just as the butler had said, I could never allow myself to get closer than necessary.
“I’m ready.”
The instant she gave permission I turned around—and immediately had to admit that the resolution I’d just made was not going to be easy.
She was only lying on her back, yet everything that should rise rose like desert dunes and everything that should dip dipped perfectly. What caught my eye most of all was the toned, light-kissed belly without a single ounce of excess and the clean, pretty navel sitting in the center of it.
As someone who always paid special attention to an actress’s navel even when watching porn, the sight of that neat, sexy little hollow hit me instantly.
Heuk… Fuck… Our Father, hallowed be thy name…
I squeezed one eye shut and let myself appreciate the view for a second. Han Seoyeon frowned.
“What are you doing? You’re not massaging.”
“I’m checking your condition.”
“Didn’t you already check everything earlier?”
“The front is different. Things like the direction of the knees and the angle of the feet matter too. But…”
I scanned the full length of her body, and my eyes suddenly sharpened.
This was a completely different kind of focus from the one I’d used while staring at the valleys of her sexy form—this was the eyes of someone with a mission.
From the inner side of Han Seoyeon’s crotch, a brilliant light was pouring out.
Not red. Not blue. Not purple. It was the same multicolored radiance I had once found on Gu Somin—a light that looked like every color mixed together—and it was shining straight through the white see-through underwear she was wearing.
Wait. See-through? The multicolored spot is one thing, but why the hell did she come out in sheer underwear? Fuck… Is she testing me right now or what?
I was cursing a lot more than usual today.
And how the hell am I supposed to get my hand inside that underwear?
It was time to put the brain that had been spinning so well lately to real use.