Chapter 112: Fatigue Recovery Service
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 112: Fatigue Recovery Service
I looked down at Olivia, who was baring her teeth at me in open hostility.
While massaging Clarice, many thoughts had crossed my mind. What exactly was her purpose in asking for a massage? No matter how much I thought about it, there was only one reason.
She wanted to kick me out.
That was why I had dealt with Clarice with such sincerity—to ensure Olivia couldn't take any counter-measures.
‘The massage was even more effective than I expected.’
And as a bonus:
[Massage proficiency has increased. From now on, you can identify the customer’s excitement points.]
I had gained an additional massage-related trait.
In my eyes, various spots on Olivia’s body were now highlighted in red. Those must be the "excitement points" the system mentioned.
Was it because Clarice was also a high-level woman?
[The trainer has satisfied a high-level woman using only his own skills. Health Points and Sex Points have been awarded.]
I had also earned a generous amount of bonus points.
"Are you going to receive it like that?"
Olivia lay down on the bed without taking off a single piece of clothing. She was still wearing the same outfit from the stadium—a black blouse that contrasted with her fair skin and dark-colored jeans.
The jeans, in particular, were the kind of clothing a massage therapist would prefer a client not to wear, but…
"Surely you don't have a problem with this? Is there any reason I must change my clothes?"
Olivia glared at me with an aggressive expression.
"Well, it’s not that. It’s just that the secretary, Clarice, took everything off earlier."
That was all.
At those words, Olivia turned her head away as if her conscience had been pricked.
"I am different from Clarice."
"Well, I understand. Let’s begin then. It’s quite possible to do this without you taking your clothes off."
Crack!
Cracking my knuckles, I lightly pressed down on the shoulders of Olivia, who was lying face down on the bed.
I applied firm pressure to one of those glowing red spots—exactly the amount of pressure people find most pleasurable.
It was a simple task of using my fingers to clear a blocked blood flow. I did this because that specific spot was where Olivia’s energy—her so-called hyeol—was stagnant.
She had a body that was flawless from head to toe. It was a physique she had clearly maintained through consistent exercise, not just work.
However, had she forgotten to stretch after her workouts? Or was it her lifestyle of sitting for long periods due to investment work and corporate management?
No.
"You haven't been able to sleep for a long time."
These were stress symptoms caused by sleep deprivation. When one goes without sleep for a long time, the body lacks oxygen, causing various pressure points to become blocked.
This was exactly that phenomenon.
Despite her firm body, the energy within her was irregularly blocked and stagnant in various places. Because of this, she must have felt muscle stiffness or light pain.
When I cleared that stagnant blood flow like this—
"Mmph…"
A groan naturally escaped her lips along with the sensation of a long-standing blockage being cleared. She seemed to be trying her best to hold it back, but…
"Haah…"
It wasn't a sensation that could be endured by will alone. This alone would make her feel as if blood was finally circulating through her entire body.
That was enough for an appetizer.
I gently massaged her shoulders and slowly expanded the area. I couldn't let any personal desire interfere. Just like with Clarice, I erased my own urges as much as possible and moved my fingers while thinking only of the recipient's feelings.
If I made even a small mistake, Olivia would surely turn on me and try to kick me out. This was essentially a stage to prove my skills.
I kneaded her shoulders and deltoids, then slowly moved to her arms. I touched the areas between her neck and fingers—places where she, who likely spent a lot of time holding a pen or using a computer, would feel the most fatigue.
Unlike Hyun-kyung, her fingers were soft and without a single callus. The moment I released the fatigue etched into her joints—
"Mmmgh."
Groans began to slip out of her involuntarily. She probably had never had the fatigue deep within her joints released like this before. The pleasure of having all that fatigue cleared…
To put it into words, it was like the feeling of removing a cast worn for a very long time.
I continued the massage, pretending not to hear her groans.
Pop! Pop!
After loosening her finger joints, I applied pressure to her waist—specifically her spine—which must have suffered as much as her fingers.
"K-ughhh!"
Just as I had with her fingers, every time I shook off the fatigue embedded in her bones, Olivia, who was receiving the massage face down, began to kick her legs.
"How is it? Isn't it refreshing?"
"Y-you're better than I thought. But it's still far from enough to satisfy me."
"Was it insufficient?"
"Of course… To think someone so incompetent is Miss Im’s rehabilitation therapist, that is absolutely—eeek!"
I pressed down on Olivia’s erector spinae as she spoke. When I pressed those muscles, which were glowing bright red as excitement points, Olivia’s entire body tensed up mid-sentence.
"How was that? You said you couldn't feel much, so I used a bit of strength."
Olivia, her face buried in the pillow, replied without even being able to turn her head.
"I-it’s nothing special."
She’s tougher than I thought.
"Then I suppose I can go a bit harder."
"Th-that’s…"
"Didn't you say it was insufficient? Our gym’s motto is to do our best for the member’s satisfaction."
"I am not one of your members, so there’s no need to—!"
Again, I cut her off by pressing into the muscle. This time, I performed a muscle massage as if compressing her thigh quadriceps.
Even Clarice, who had endured and endured, couldn't withstand this muscle massage and ended up squirting.
I wondered how long our Chairman would last.
Every time I pressed a point on her thigh, Olivia’s blonde hair swayed. With her head down, she didn't let out a single groan.
Impressive.
I didn't expect her to hold out this firmly. It meant her willpower was that great. I realized she didn't become the chairman of a corporation for nothing.
Regardless of Jae-ho’s admiration…
Olivia found her body’s sensitive reactions to his massage completely foreign. She had received massages like this countless times. In the United States, the most skilled therapists had been dedicated to her care.
She had thought all massages were more or less the same.
But the moment she received Jae-ho’s massage, she felt it was something of an entirely different species.
The refreshing sensation, as if holes had been poked through her entire body and a cool breeze was blowing through, made her head feel clear. She didn't feel the loathing or unpleasantness of being touched by a man’s fingers—someone she despised.
To be precise, it would be more accurate to say that the refreshing sensation from the massage had overwhelmed the loathing.
There was even a strange tickling sensation felt throughout her body. She knew that sensation was the fluttering one feels when excited.
To be able to feel a strange pleasure while having her shoulders, arms, and legs massaged…
They say an extremely advanced massage can transmit pleasure to the recipient. Was this Asian man’s skill really that good?
‘This can’t be happening…’
While she was denying Jae-ho’s skill…
"I think it’s time you were honest, don't you?"
Jae-ho whispered from above in a gentle voice.
"I have no idea what you're talking about."
She denied it. Her original purpose for bringing him here was to separate him from Hyun-kyung. This was a place to create a justification for firing him by showing his skills were mediocre.
However, that stubbornness…
"Aaaagh!!"
By the time the nearly hour-long massage was over, she had turned into mush. Her body was limp; she couldn't do anything. She had clearly received the massage to reject him, but she couldn't deny it.
Olivia, sprawled on the bed, muttered to herself.
"I’ll admit it… that your massage skills are excellent…"
"It seems you enjoyed it quite a bit."
"I admit it… but that doesn't mean your massage was good. We have plenty of people at your level."
That was Olivia’s final bit of pride. She acknowledged the skill, but refused to call it special. It was simply the pride of a woman who had always known only success.
"Is that so?"
But for Jae-ho, it was different. What Jae-ho wanted was for her to acknowledge his skills and not kick him out. He wanted a win-win relationship where they both had a positive influence on Hyun-kyung.
‘So you can’t acknowledge it, huh?’
Then I’d have to make her acknowledge it.
I looked down at Olivia, who was sweating profusely and lying on her back staring at the ceiling. Having received the massage, she couldn't lift her languid body and was simply basking in the afterglow. Her face was flushed as she panted, and her fingertips were trembling slightly.
How could I make her admit it?
As I prepared for the finishing massage, something caught my eye.
Olivia’s lower abdomen was glowing bright red. It was shining in a crimson hue far redder than a burning flame.
A clear point indicating the member’s excitement.
It was far redder than any point I had seen so far. Redder than the shoulders I first pressed, redder than the fingers I massaged next, and redder than the thighs. It was much larger than the excitement points the strong-willed Olivia had endured.
‘When did that get there?’
That didn't matter. I just had an inexplicable conviction that if I pressed this, even the stubborn Olivia would give up.
Instinctively, I pressed down on her lower abdomen. It wasn't a massage or anything like that. I just pressed it firmly.
"What are you—"
Before the startled Olivia could say anything upon seeing me reach for her lower abdomen—
"!!!!!"
Olivia’s eyes flew wide open. Her irises expanded, and her pupils shrank. Her eyes, which had been looking clearly at me, now seemed to be staring at something far beyond the ceiling.
Her mouth hung open, but no sound came out. I wondered if this was the same Olivia who hadn't budged during my massage until just a moment ago.
Her waist arched like a bow, and her fingers and toes curled tight. Like a fish just pulled out of the water, she thrashed and struggled on the bed.
"Ugh, ughhhhh!!"
It was a reaction far more violent than Clarice’s.
"W-wait… Th-this is…"
After thrashing for a long time while staring at the ceiling, Olivia soon…
"K-ugh!"
She gritted her teeth and lost consciousness right then and there.
[Special Technique - Uterine Massage successful.]
[Additional points awarded.]
[New Skill - Uterine Massage acquired.]
Uterine Massage? What the hell is this?
*
Olivia had thought that no matter what tricks this man tried, they wouldn't work on her. No matter how good his skills were, there was no way she would enjoy the fingers of a man she loathed touching her body.
So she was confident. Confident that she could endure the massage and kick him out.
However, Jae-ho’s massage was fundamentally different. The feeling of fatigue being recovered, the sensation of being inside a high-concentration oxygen tank. Every time Jae-ho’s fingers moved, she felt her head clear and her entire body become purified.
The feeling of her entire body’s senses coming alive was not something that could be obtained through simple sexual pleasure. Even though it was the touch of a man she detested, her body was honestly and vividly feeling the sensations he provided.
Even while feeling loathing, her body gradually became refreshed. A clearing body and a purifying mind—that was not something that could be offset by mere loathing.
Olivia could finally understand why Clarice had left after squirting like that. Because she, too, was feeling a strange pleasure throughout her entire body.
Nevertheless, she did not admit it. It was stubbornness, mixed with jealousy toward Jae-ho for trying to take her people away. So she tried not to admit it until the very end.
Even as she panted after the massage ended, she remained stubborn toward Jae-ho, saying there were plenty of therapists as good as him.
Upon hearing that, Jae-ho pressed down on Olivia’s lower abdomen as if he had been waiting for it.
In that moment, the world flashed white, and she felt her mind go completely blank.
That was the end. Her last memory was Hyun-kyung saying from afar that she wanted to receive a massage too.
"Where am I…?"
"Chairman, are you awake?"
When Olivia opened her eyes again, she wasn't on a massage bed but on a luxurious one. The soft silk blankets tickled her body. This was a place she knew well—the top suite of the six-star hotel attached to the Rhino Company spa.
She was clearly receiving a massage from Jae-ho just a moment ago…?
"Clarice?"
Her female secretary and slave, Clarice, was standing silently by the bed.
"What happened? Where is Jae-ho? And Miss Im?"
"Im Hyungyeong finished her massage from Jae-ho, waited for you, and left a while ago."
"She… left?"
"Yes."
"Are you saying I slept until then?"
"That is correct. You didn't wake up for quite a long time, so I took the liberty of sending her back first."
"How long was I unconscious?"
"About six hours."
Six hours.
"I have postponed or canceled your existing schedule for now."
"That’s impossible."
Clarice’s words didn't register. Shocked by the fact that she had slept for over six hours, she could only repeat the words to herself.
Because of her busy schedule and long-standing insomnia, she had never been able to sleep more than three hours a day. And she had just slept for six hours?
To dismiss it as mere fainting, her body felt too refreshed.
"What on earth is this…?"
Her lower abdomen was still warm. It was the exact spot Jae-ho had pressed before she lost consciousness. The memory of that intense, tingling sensation was still imprinted on her body.
Olivia recalled the moment Jae-ho had pressed firmly on her lower abdomen. The moment his fingers pressed down, she felt as if lights and fireworks were exploding everywhere and she was floating high into the sky.
It was a sensation she had never experienced before in her life. How should she describe it?
‘Flying? My mind going distant?’
She didn't know. But one thing was certain.
It was definitely a massage she wanted to receive again. Even though it had been the fingers of a loathsome man, the memory of that moment didn't feel bad at all.