Chapter 32
Chapter 32
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 32
Chapter Title: [Secret Clinic] Irresistible Touch (1)
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A few days later, it was a drizzly afternoon.
The front of Yaqseondang was crowded with luxury palanquins.
Today was one of those days when high-ranking patients flocked in.
Days like this kept Heo Seol even busier.
Ding-a-ling.
The door to Yaqseondang swung open, and two more ornate palanquins arrived one after the other.
A procession escorted by guards.
Obviously from some high noble house.
The old lady who stepped down from the front palanquin was followed by a beauty so dazzling she hurt the eyes.
'Wow...'.
An involuntary sigh of admiration escaped.
Snow-white skin and cherry-red lips.
The elegant curve of her neck beneath the lush wig was graceful as a swan's.
But what truly drew the eye was the way her silk jacket strained against her full, heaving bosom.
With every step, it swayed heavily, defying the fitted lines of Joseon-era hanbok.
'Well, it's a modernized hanbok anyway, so it's not exactly traditional.'
No author in their right mind would draw pure traditional hanbok in a smut story.
Of course it was a gorgeously reimagined modern take.
"The lady from Minister Panseo's household, I presume. We've been expecting you."
"Please, come right in. We'll escort you to the private suite."
Heo Seol rushed out barefoot and ushered the old lady inside with utmost care.
Spotting me, she gave a meaningful look and a nod.
The old lady's condition was critical, so she'd handle her personally—you take the young lady. That was the signal.
And with a wink to boot. A tsunami of emotion surged inside me.
'Master...!'
Master Heo Seol, I knew I could count on you.
Honestly, I'd figured she'd never hand over a pretty girl to me, but here she was, delivering.
I was thrilled.
This was my chance.
A VIP—no, a peerless beauty—to knead with my hands.
"This way, miss."
"Eek?! W-what?!"
She backed away, clutching her outer robe.
Eyes mixed with contempt and fear.
The familiar sting of humiliation welled up.
"How dare a lowly wretch... Where is the physician?!"
"The physician is treating Lord Minister. I'll attend to you, miss."
"What? Entrust my body to a servant like you? Have you lost your mind?!"
She snapped sharply.
Of course. To a delicately raised noble lady, my rugged face and burly build must look like some bandit's.
But I couldn't back down.
This was a rare opportunity.
I needed to fulfill the VIP condition too.
And yeah, I wanted to grope that pretty body at will.
Not that I should let pure lust take over.
'Stay sharp.'
This guest was one of the top-priority VIPs.
Normally, Master Heo Seol would've handled her personally after the old lady.
But she trusted my skills enough to assign her to me.
She believed I could do it now.
Then I had to live up to that.
"Miss, there's a reason the physician sent me, isn't there?"
"Reason? She's busy, so she sent some random lackey! I came trusting Yaqseondang's reputation, and this is the treatment?!"
"Not some random. The physician has a sharp eye for people. She wouldn't keep me around without skill."
"Hmph. Skill? With those pot-lid hands?"
The lady scoffed.
Granted, my hands were big and rough.
Thanks to Steel Body and all that mining grind, every knuckle was thick.
But that meant overwhelming power—and the finesse from Magic Detection.
"Looks rough, but I'm an expert at finding knots. Your flushed face tells me heat's rising straight to your head. Neck stiff every night, chest tight, can't sleep, right?"
"H-how did you..."
Her eyes wavered—I'd struck home.
Cold-reading technique I'd picked up watching Master Heo Seol.
Truth is, sheltered noble ladies like her all carried frustration ailments.
A vague guess usually hit close enough.
"I can tell at a glance. Just try once. If you don't like my touch, I'll stop immediately. No charge. But any aftereffects from skipping treatment today? Can't take responsibility for that."
Bluff time.
She's the one who needs it.
She came all this way for a reason.
"Hah... unbelievable."
She let out an incredulous laugh.
But it wasn't a refusal.
After glaring at me a moment, she spun on her heel and strode into the private suite.
"Fine. Let's see what you've got. But if you're even a little clumsy or try anything funny, I'll report you to the magistrate and have you flogged."
"I'll keep that in mind."
Success.
Once she's lying down, it's half won.
The rest is up to my fingers.
The private suite was filled with a faint, soothing incense.
A bed wrapped in fine silk stood ready, sunlight filtering through the papered window for a cozy glow.
"Lie face down here."
She shed her outer robe and carefully prone on the bed.
Her fine silk jacket and skirt hugged her voluptuous curves.
'Wow...'.
From behind, it was even more spectacular.
Slim waist dipping in, then flaring out into full, generous hips.
Even veiled by her skirt folds, that overwhelming volume was undeniable.
Gulp.
My throat bobbed. God, I wanted to bury my face in that insane cleft right now—but no.
I was a therapist at the moment.
Carrying on Master's legacy!
'Start light.'
Basic principle Master Heo Seol taught.
Hit the sore spots first and muscles tense up more from nerves.
Target the most sensitive areas with least resistance first, build trust.
"Take off the jacket."
Her head snapped up at that.
"What?! Have you gone mad? Men and women should keep their distance—undress?!"
"Can't stimulate acupoints properly over thick clothes. Just bruises and pain. Leave the undergarment on."
"B-but..."
"Do you get treated clothed with the physician?"
"Th-that's because he's the physician..."
"I'm not titled yet, but I'm a trained therapist under the master. If the patient gets shy, can't cure the illness."
I stated it firmly, and she seemed convinced—face red, she untied her jacket.
Shh...
The silk jacket slipped off, revealing a paper-thin white undergarment.
Gauzy enough to show through, her pale shoulder line and back's subtle valley faintly visible.
Bare skin exposed, she huddled up.
Touch her now and it's instant failure.
I recalled Master Heo Seol's teaching.
'Women are wary creatures. Don't go for bare skin right away. A single layer of fabric reassures them. I don't care, but you'll need it.'
A bit off-putting lesson, but facts were facts.
I spread a wide white silk cloth over her pristine back.
Covered up, her tensed shoulders visibly eased.
"W-why the cloth...?"
"Didn't want to startle you with bare hands. Through cloth, it's gentler—and lets energy seep in better."
"...I see. How considerate."
The sharpness in her voice softened.
It was semi-transparent anyway—veiled but not quite, thin as could be.
The silhouette felt even more tantalizing to me, but for her, it was a psychological shield.
Genius stuff when I learned it.
Pros really were different.
"Excuse me."
I sat at her head.
First targets: head and neck.
"Relax. Tension makes it hurt more."
My rough hand met the silk.
"Hik!"
Her shoulder twitched up.
"You're cold. Qi all blocked up."
Slowly, I slid my thumb to the hollow at her hairline's base—Fengchi point.
Press.
"Ugh..."
"Blocks here, eyes dim and headaches come."
I pressed and lifted upward, like hoisting her skull.
Activated Magic Detection to read the finest muscle tremors.
Felt her stiff neck muscles yielding bit by bit to my touch.
Focused on control.
Micro-adjusting the pressure, I slowly kneaded the rigid upper trapezius.
Crack.
Bone sounds.
Had to hurt.
But it was technique.
Deliberate pain mixed with relief—signaling this was legit treatment, not funny business.
"Ow! It hurts! Stop, stop!"
"Stay still. Loosening the knots."
"Uu..."
I ignored her, circling my thumb.
Grinding like a millstone, round and round.
At first she squirmed from the pain, but gradually her body lost its tension.
The addictive cool relief chasing the ache.
She was sinking into it.
"Huu..."
A moan slipped from her lips.
Gone was the sharp tone from before—now just a languid groan.
"How's that? Head feeling clearer?"
"...A little. Kind of refreshing."
"Moving to shoulders now."
My palms cupped her rounded shoulders.
The wider contact made her breathing rougher.
Cloth or no, a man's hot pressure on her skin transmitted fully.
"Carrying a heavy load on these shoulders. Lots of pent-up resentment, huh."
"...How did you know."
"Muscles are telling me. So many grievances."
With tits like that, how could her shoulders not ache?
Didn't even need to learn that one.
Inner scapula, deep into the rhomboids—fingers wedged in.
Cloth stretched taut as they burrowed into muscle gaps.
Untangling the knotted clumps like ripping them free.
"Ahk!"
"Endure it. Loosen here to open the chest."
"Hurts, it hurts... Hwek!"
She complained but didn't pull away.
Instinct knew.
This painful touch would bring her relief.
Soon, I leaned my weight in, palms sliding down her spine.
Erector spinae.
The two thick muscle cords running mid-back.
Press, press.
Heavy pressure crushed into her back.
My big, rough hands gave a solid, reassuring weight.
Her thin undergarment and silk cloth grew damp with sweat, clinging to her skin.
"Haa... haa..."
Her breaths grew lewd.
Not from pain anymore—a hint of arousal in her voice.
Sexual tension building bit by bit.
My hands reached her waist along the spine.
The dramatically cinched line.
Crossed hands, twisting knead.
Naturally fondling the soft flesh there.
"Ung!"
"Relax. Waist is too stiff."
"Th-that... feels too weird..."
"It's treatment. Twisting to realign the spine."
I cut her off firm.
The moment she senses weird, shove the medical pretext in—shut it down.
That was key.
This isn't lewd. It's treatment.
Keep implanting: no need to feel shame.
Now for the first real hurdle.
Her hips.