The Four-Hand Course
"But you look like something's bothering you. If I just open that up, your skin'll look ten years younger."
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"Leave it to me and I'll have guys my age asking for your number—not just the ones a full generation older."
A generation older put them in their late thirties, given her age. Promising she could pull guys ten years younger than that meant making her look a full decade younger—and no young married woman worth her salt would miss the implication.
The moment I pointed out she had something bothering her, something clearly clicked. She perked up her ears and started talking to me like Choi Wonjae's massage didn't even exist.
"Really?"
"..."
Choi Wonjae just kept working in silence. The fact that he wasn't stopping me or shooting me any looks told me he wanted me to show what I could do.
I nodded firmly. The woman drew in a deep breath. The red spots on her chest started thrashing. Her heart was pounding hard, and the red spots around it were activating explosively. That was something I could use psychologically. She was getting worked up and excited. Being able to see that with my own eyes was a useful skill no matter how you looked at it.
"Interesting new guy."
"Right?"
"I've actually been worried my pelvis is out of alignment lately. My trainer says the blood circulation's bad because of my hips, but no matter how much PT I get, it never gets better."
"Quit the PT and spend that time with Kang Junhyun instead."
"...Should I?"
"If you don't trust him yet, we've got a special course—the Four-Hand Course. Try that."
"Four-Hand? What's Four-Hand?"
"Exactly what it sounds like. Four hands massaging you. When Kang Junhyun works one spot, I work another. The feeling's completely different."
Four hands.
The raw suggestiveness packed into those two little words.
The woman was probably already imagining it. She was already pretty satisfied with hands brushing over rather intimate places—and now she was picturing four hands roaming her body. Turning a dream-level orgy into something real.
Not that it lacked actual benefits. If it were pure hedonism she might hesitate, but she knew full well this was ultimately about managing her skin and figure.
From what I'd gathered, she liked hanging out with younger guys and handed out her number even to men a generation older—which meant she was cheating left and right whether she had a husband or not. The idea of sampling guys in their twenties like a tonic already had her getting wet between the legs.
I could see it. Her chest rose and fell in quick contractions, and the red spots on the insides of her heated thighs scattered and danced.
I spotted another peculiarity too: the red spots around her genitals had gradually muddied in color, taking on a soft pinkish hue. I didn't need any research to know what that soft pink meant.
"...Should I?"
"Yeah. You just pay a little extra. That much is nothing, right?"
"Come on, I'm not that loaded. Looks like I'll have to get that PT refund like the director said."
The director grinned.
"That's the spirit. I've been telling you to quit forever. Every time you come in for a massage I can see how twisted up your body is. That bastard's a total quack trainer."
"Pfft. True. At first I thought he had a decent face, but up close his body's nothing special and his lessons are completely outdated. He picked up a few things somewhere and played me for a sucker."
You weren't just going so you could sleep with the trainer?
"Alright then. Let's do it—call it getting scammed if you want. Sooner the better."
"Your original appointment's on the weekend. Three days from now."
"Tomorrow would be better. I might make drinking plans with the younger guys over the weekend."
"Heh. And the husband?"
"Overseas on business. Won't be back till next month. Ugh, what do you take me for? Just a little fun and that's it. You know me."
She almost said something about being mature about it, then checked my reaction. I'd been needling her psychologically this whole time. She probably felt like she was being seen through. Well, I had correctly called out that something was bothering her. And she really was being seen through. If some young guy asked her to bed, she'd bolt out the door in a heartbeat.
"Can you take responsibility? For what you said earlier?"
Earlier she'd been casually talking down to me, but now she mixed in half-honorifics.
I answered without a shred of hesitation.
"Yes. I'll take responsibility one way or another."
"Hmm~ But if you really make me look ten years younger, the younger guys are gonna go crazy. Kang Junhyun... right? If it works, I'll definitely bring the kids, so take good care of me."
I gave a slight bow instead of answering, and the woman finally looked satisfied.
"I love this place. No matter how many years I come, it always feels new. It's got class."
After the massage ended, Choi Wonjae called me aside and took me to the break room. Other masseurs who'd finished their sessions were resting there too.
"Kang Junhyun, looking at you now, it's not just your massage skills—your mouth runs pretty smooth too."
"You're too kind."
When the director gushed with praise, the masseurs who'd been minding their own business started taking interest one by one.
"Thanks to you, we'll have extra steady income. Referrals on top of that would be the cherry on top. For you, Kang Junhyun, this is a real opportunity. Your first-month incentives are gonna be pretty solid."
I'd heard from Shin Iseol yesterday that some masseurs still didn't have regular clients. They were good at massage but had no business sense for attracting customers. In a shop that ran on incentives, that meant wildly fluctuating paychecks.
Which meant Shin Iseol, who matched regular clients, got treated like the queen of the place. Cross her the wrong way and your salary could dry up.
But I'd landed a client on my own without needing her to match me. Whatever else, I felt real pride in that.
The masseurs looked at me with envy. They seemed curious where this guy had rolled in from, showing off his skills on only his second day.
Choi Wonjae rambled on happily for a while, then as if just remembering, spoke to one of the masseurs watching from the side. A veteran masseuse who looked about forty—Kim Jiyeon.
"Right, Jiyeon? Got anything scheduled after this?"
"I'm pretty free today."
"Then I'll leave Kang Junhyun's detail training to you. Pressure techniques, hand shapes, all that. You know the drill?"
"Of course. I know."
While they talked, my eyes kept drifting to a masseuse leaning against one wall, fiddling with her smartphone. The name tag read Lee Yeondo. She was the woman I'd been eyeing since yesterday—so her name was Lee Yeondo. Seemed about my age. According to Shin Iseol, her flashy looks had made her hugely popular at other shops. But after switching to a women-only shop, her work had dried up completely. Proof she had no real skill.
But looking at her as a woman, her massage skills didn't matter to me. Even in the same uniform, those elegant lines and dazzling features. Super thick double eyelids, huge eyes, and a face so small it was basically just eyes—a doll-like face.
No wonder the bitchy Shin Iseol hated her. If I were Shin Iseol, I'd be jealous of a woman that pretty too. And the fact that she wasn't getting new client matches had to factor in.
She seemed free for the next slot too—while the other masseurs bustled preparing for their next appointments, she just kept clutching her phone.
"Shall we go?"
Kim Jiyeon came over to me. Just then, Shin Iseol poked her face through the sliding door. She looked over the three faces waiting in the break room one by one, then spoke to Kim Jiyeon.
"Jiyeon?"
"Yes."
"You free?"
"Ah... the director gave me something to do."
"Hmm. But what do I do? A VIP client just showed up out of nowhere, and they're normally the director's. But the director just left to take a booked client... I'll tell the director, so can you cover for him?"
This was a clear measure of how high Shin Iseol's authority ran here. Something unimaginable in the military. Not that these women had ever been near a military base.
After a brief hesitation, Kim Jiyeon said okay.
"Then... uh... Yeondo?"
"Yes?"
She lifted her head, blinking those big round eyes.
"Can you do the detail training for the new guy in my place? If you don't have anything after this."
"Ah, sure. You know I'm totally free."
"Then I'll leave it to you. I'll go get ready..."
Kim Jiyeon hurried out of the break room.
Left alone with Lee Yeondo, an awkward atmosphere rushed in. I'd been able to chat fine with middle-aged women and the vulgar Shin Iseol. But with model-level looks right in front of me, my heart started pounding for no reason and I found myself stammering.
Lee Yeondo didn't seem bothered. She pocketed her phone, scanned my face and my feet, tilted her head, and walked past me.
"Follow me."
Damn. I couldn't shake the feeling of being led around.
I followed her, unable to tear my eyes from her swaying hips. She was clearly slim, but her pelvis was de-Asian level. Whether she'd padded her butt or gotten hip surgery, it looked completely unbalanced no matter how I looked at it. And yet the proportions didn't feel weird. More like they created a sense of mystery. Made me imagine what the picture would look like with the clothes off.
She took me to a regular massage room, then said:
"Strip."
"What?"
"Strip and put this on roughly. You have to strip for a massage."
"Ah, yes... but right here?"
"I won't look, just change."
I took the massage T-panty she handed me. Underwear so thin it might as well cover one finger. So this was what was under the towels for female clients. But I was packing a beast bigger than expected—how was this scrap of paper supposed to cover anything?
While I changed, Lee Yeondo kept her back to me, pulled out her phone again, and went right back to tapping away. Suddenly I wanted to see this woman melt.
Not now, but someday—I'd make sure of it.
"Once you're dressed, lie down face up."
She spoke once I was roughly done. I lay on my back looking at the ceiling in just the T-panty. The dangling sensation came through loud and clear. My cock inevitably slipped out the side of the T-panty.
Holy shit. This is way more humiliating than I thought.
It felt like every private part was completely exposed. I grabbed the towel beside me and covered my lower half.
"Okay, I'm down."
When I signaled I was ready, she finally pocketed her phone again. Of course men wouldn't leave a woman who looked like that alone. I'd heard stories about girls like her—managing a whole fishing pond of guys, not just two legs but squid legs, octopus legs, the works. With my looks, I wouldn't even make it into that pond. Looks-wise, anyway.
Lee Yeondo taught me about palpation techniques, shaping her hands to demonstrate, and pressing into my body to mark the massage points.
Sometimes she pressed spots so intimate it was embarrassing, which startled me, but she stayed professional and unfazed.
"This is the iliopsoas. Stretch the inner thigh muscle and push your fingertips in like you're scooping, and clients will feel amazing. Did you know? They might even feel sexual attraction toward you, Kang Junhyun."
"W-what? What do you mean..."
"I'm kidding. You're purer than I expected."
"Ah..."
"No girlfriend, right?"
"No, I don't..."
"Figured as much."
That pissed me off! That really fucking pissed me off! Shin Iseol had been a bitch in all kinds of ways, but this woman pretended to be polite while landing precise hits to the bone.
But that had been the warm-up.
"Do you like sex?"
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"You were thinking about doing it with me just now, weren't you."
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