This Is My Home Ground
"Go on the interview and say it. That I'm not even worth Shin Yongseop's toenail clippings."
"Understood."
It was a pretty shitty proposal, but since I was the one who'd started this mess, I had nothing to say for myself.
And it wasn't as fatal a proposal as it first seemed. I already knew from experience that interview content could be spun any way they wanted.
But that didn't mean I could take it easy.
I wanted to test my abilities here. Compared to a pro, just how good was I?
If my hands really were the Miracle Hand... couldn't I beat Shin Yongseop?
First, the two women—Han Seoyeon and Shin Iseol—each went into one of the rooms upstairs.
Choi Wonjae, stuck back on the counter, wore a sour expression. Of all people, Shin Yongseop had to show up, so he couldn't even clock out—what a mess. And if Shin Yongseop caused a scene, it would obviously tank the shop's sales.
"Damn, it could make for some buzz, I guess."
He muttered it so no one would hear, but I caught every word. Buzz, sure, but the risk was huge.
If things went south, the customers who'd signed up as VIPs thinking I was better than Shin Yongseop—or out of pure curiosity—might demand refunds.
Honestly, Choi Wonjae had just lucked into a goldmine. Like a dog that fetches money, whenever I landed a contract, he took the cash.
Watching him, I thought I should open my own shop someday. Easiest way to make money without lifting a finger.
"Nervous?"
Shin Yongseop casually tossed the question at me while I was lost in thought. He was smiling, looking for all the world like he was sure he'd win this game.
"You're not thinking something like 'we'll never know until we try,' are you? Today's contract with Ms. Han Seoyeon looks pretty big—you might slip up. Don't blame me if that happens."
Han Seoyeon was going to be a mega VIP client. The contract would be at least twenty million won. How much more? I couldn't even imagine.
"There won't be anything to blame you for."
"Hmm? Heh heh... You talk a big game. Looks like the nerves have settled a bit?"
"This is my home ground."
I decided from here on out I needed to project baseless confidence.
The stronger you are, the less you can afford to look intimidated. Things might have been chaotic earlier, but now was different.
Just as expected. Shin Yongseop reacted with surprise to my words. The hand casually stroking his chin paused. But then the corner of his mouth curled up into a grin.
"Interesting."
We'll see how long that expression lasts.
"Shall we head in?"
"Sure. We don't know which of us is going into which room. And revealing your identity once you're inside is against the rules. Here, take these."
Shin Yongseop handed me a mask and hat he'd prepared in advance.
Wearing these, with the VIP room lights dimmed, even face-to-face you might not recognize someone.
"I've got a thirty-minute hourglass ready, so when the sand runs out, get ready to leave, come out to the hallway, and we'll switch."
I replied as I put on the mask and hat he'd given me.
"You've done a lot of competitions like this, I take it."
"Spend enough time in this business and you see all kinds of things. People like you, Junhyun, aren't exactly rare."
There was a barb in Shin Yongseop's words. Implied at the end was that I wasn't the only one who wanted to make it big in this industry.
Well, that made sense. I'd read in some book that becoming an influencer was one of the ways to make big money in Korea. Of course, I'd dismissed it as empty talk that only applied to certain people.
Now I was competing with people like that.
Upstairs, Shin Yongseop and I each stood in front of the rooms we'd chosen. I picked the left room; he took the right. No one knew which woman was in which room. Naturally, the two women inside had no idea which of us was coming in.
We opened the doors at the same time.
The dim lighting was even darker than usual today. Just as Shin Yongseop had requested, they'd lowered the light density a lot more than before.
Even so, the alluring figure of the woman lying on the bed was palpable. The elegant curves and soft-looking, silky skin captivated my eyes.
Her hair was braided back so you couldn't tell, and both women had similar hair lengths, so that was no help either. But I immediately thought this woman was Han Seoyeon.
I'd experienced that body once before, after all.
But why, when she wasn't even wearing panties, hadn't she draped even a small towel over her ass?
No matter how dark it was, with her ass sticking up like that, there was no way not to notice.
I slathered oil on my hands and went straight for the ass. For some reason, cherry-blossom-shaped Pink Spots that hadn't been visible before were blooming all over her buttocks.
Ssslick—
As the thick oil was poured on, the delicate female body floated up for a moment. Her plump ass jiggled and rippled as it accepted my touch.
Even with such bold hands from the start, the woman lying there couldn't say a word. Why? Because it felt good.
I was sure of it. The pink spots were popping one after another, starting to migrate and multiply little by little. The parts that started moving were toward the crotch—was that really a coincidence?
But I didn't immediately shove my hands into the crotch area.
As I'd felt earlier, this was the time to show an upgraded version of myself as a masseur. I didn't want to remain just a masseur who only provided sexual satisfaction. Also, the person lying there might think I was Shin Yongseop. If she spread her legs thinking I was him, that would be more of a headache than expected. She wasn't mine, but having someone else take my hole would be a shitty feeling.
At first I'd chased the pink spots for impact, but from now on I started following the Red Spots.
The outer thighs and calves were prime spots full of red spots for women who wore high heels. There were so many red spots plastered on that I had to stroke down those sleek legs multiple times to get rid of them.
Every time I stroked down her legs, I gulped at the dark valley that kept flashing into view.
Because of the even darker lighting, I couldn't see all the way inside, but even if not the pussy, the silhouette of her asshole was visible.
An asshole is such an ambiguous hole. Even in porn, assholes don't get mosaicked. But is there anyone who can say an asshole isn't a sexual spot? There's no disagreement that it's an embarrassing hole to show someone.
And if that side is being shown, of course she'll know her own is being seen. Plus, since I'd soaked her ass in oil, the flowing oil would have thoroughly wet the asshole area.
Ah, just thinking about it is lewd. The rear view of a woman who's exposed her second genitals to me and fully offered up her sexy legs.
No. No! Snap out of it, Kang Junhyun. At this rate I'll lose the bet.
I had to focus. Down at the calves, I found the slightly hardened red spots and diligently removed them.
Most masseurs are like that. Even if they can loosen knotted muscles, they don't know exactly how much they need to knead to loosen them. But I can! Once I've rubbed enough that the spot disappears, that's enough.
Then from the client's perspective, they'll think I stopped the massage at the perfect timing, and since they can get other areas massaged in that time, they'll inevitably feel like I'm skilled.
After removing the hard red spots around the ankles, this time a Blue Spot that had been hidden underneath revealed itself.
Jackpot!
Something must have been wrong.
I asked the woman lying there in a whatever-happens way.
"Have you twisted your ankle recently by any chance?"
Startled. The woman face-down on the bed flinched in surprise.
Since I'd spoken with the mask on, my voice probably hadn't come through clearly.
"Yes... How did you know?"
I see. As expected... A blue spot on the ankle would indicate loss of function there, so odds were high she'd sprained her ankle.
I didn't answer and diligently erased the blue spot. This way, when she got up, she'd notice something different from before.
But I still wasn't sure who this woman was. Since I'd spoken from under the bed, the voice hadn't transmitted properly.
Looking just at the body, it seems like Han Seoyeon... but from the reaction, it might be Shin Iseol too.
What confused me more was that when I'd massaged Han Seoyeon's body before, I hadn't seen these colorful spots.
Who it is doesn't matter. I just need to do my best within my capabilities. Back—let's look at the back.
I moved up and looked at her back.
From the slim waist to the silhouette of her breasts slightly poking out to the side. Her figure was truly spectacular. I soaked it in oil and gently spread it. Perfect skin too. Soft and supple every time I touched it, rustling and moving like a live fish.
Uh... uh...
When I slid my hand down along her spine, her upper body lifted slightly and her nipples dangled.
It was a silhouette I could see because I was slightly bent over from the side. It was too dark to see the color of the skin, which was a shame, but even without looking I could tell they were pretty nipples that must be a light color.
The woman's upper body dropping back down hurriedly. I felt my lips starting to dry little by little.
Hold on a sec. Let me wet my lips with some spit.
Hoo...
I needed to collect myself. I'd seen the nipples, I'd seen the asshole. Whoever she was, she was showing everything today.
Peace of mind. Peace of mind.
Long live Korea.
I have to endure. I have to endure.
I have to focus on the massage!
But right then.
"Haaah♡"
A lewd sound from the next room pierced through the wall.