Chapter 148: Olivia’s Massage
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 148: Olivia’s Massage
The massage room was filled with a herbal scent that put the mind at ease.
It was intentional.
The candles were specifically designed to make hypnosis much easier to take hold. They were meant to daze the mind, making even those with the strongest wills open up their hearts.
[Setting the massage room's hypnosis.]
[The subject will not question the trainer's actions.]
This one command was enough.
She was already a regular customer who had come to me for a massage of her own volition. There was no need to cast a more complex spell. In fact, doing so might cause her to sense something was off and notice the anomaly.
For instance, she might find it strange that she was currently standing before me in nothing but her underwear and feeling perfectly fine about it.
Clad in lingerie as white as her skin, she stood there, glancing back and forth between me and her own body. Despite the situation, she remained composed and nonchalant.
It was truly peculiar.
Normally, a person would be covering their chest and screaming—much like in an erotic manga.
“Well then, please lie down.”
“Something feels strange.”
Olivia’s eyes sharpened.
“What is it?”
Had she noticed because the hypnosis was too weak? That shouldn't be possible.
“Why are the women around you all so charming?”
I wondered what she was getting at, and that was it.
“Are you talking about Miju and Dayoung?”
“Yes. Yeong-eun too, and Miss Im. All these attractive women are always by your side.”
“It’s thanks to my competence.”
“Well, I won’t deny that, but I’m feeling a bit jealous.”
“Jealous that there are women around me?”
“Hmph. Men are creatures that can’t be trusted, yet I don’t know why they all like you so much.”
“Does that mean you don’t trust me, Olivia?”
That would be disappointing. I’ve been doing my best here, after all.
“You’re different, Jae-ho. You’re a business partner, aren’t you?”
I almost felt hurt for a second. Honestly, I was seriously considering tormenting her under the guise of a massage, but I suppose I’ll let it slide.
“So you distinguish between business partners and ordinary people.”
“Yes. And I try to employ capable people. Just like now. So, I’m counting on you again today.”
Having finished her piece, Olivia asked curiously, “By the way, are you the only one in charge of massages?”
“For now. In the future, I’ll be personally handling all the VVIPs.”
“That’s not bad.”
Nodding, Olivia lay down on the massage bed. She buried her face into the small hole in the headrest and spoke.
“Oriental massages are always so mysterious. I received something similar when I went to China for an investment once, but yours is so good it’s hard to even compare.”
Her white body lay straight on the bed.
Who could have imagined this? Olivia Lawrence, ranked among the wealthiest women in the world, was exposing her backside to me while nearly naked. She wasn't even aware of her own nudity.
The defenseless sight of a woman who didn't realize what she was wearing—what a beautiful spectacle.
After applying aroma oil to my hands, I gripped Olivia’s buttocks.
“Mmmgh…!”
The moment I squeezed, a thick, syrupy moan escaped her lips.
“Is that the kind of sound someone getting a massage should make?”
“I-I’m sorry.”
I couldn't see her face, but seeing her ears turn bright red, it seemed the sound was unintentional. Well, my hand technique isn't easy to endure. Even the haughty Yeong-eun couldn't hold back and ended up panting. Olivia would be no different.
Actually, she felt an incredible amount that day too.
I remembered how she had experienced an orgasm so intense she nearly lost consciousness the moment I pressed down on her lower abdomen.
I don’t know why she hates men or why she became a lesbian, but…
I intended to thoroughly fix that bad habit of hers.
I’ll teach you the true pleasure of being a woman.
A woman is at her most beautiful when she is with a man—not with another woman.
I recalled the predatory look in Olivia’s eyes when she watched Miju and Heo Da-young. I couldn't let her leave with those sexual preferences intact.
I would remodel her slowly. Until she begged for a cock herself. I intended to train her.
She’s already tasted my handiwork twice; she won’t be able to resist.
If not today, then tomorrow. At most, she’d be on her knees before me within three sessions.
“Haaah…!”
Lying face down while receiving Jae-ho’s massage, Olivia felt her entire body heating up.
Throb. Throb.
Everywhere his fingers passed felt as if it were burning. The heat gradually spread through her entire body, enveloping her softly like she was soaking in a warm bath.
It’s strange.
It was strange. Too strange. Previously, she had just felt good and brushed it off.
Doesn’t my body feel too… empty?
Was she supposed to receive a massage dressed like this? She checked her attire. She was wearing nothing but white underwear. This was a sight she only occasionally showed to her slaves. Among her many slaves, only Clarice knew that Olivia enjoyed wearing white lingerie.
No matter how much they said you should only wear underwear for a massage… this wasn't right. To be in her underwear of her own accord in front of a man—the very gender she despised—was unthinkable.
This wasn't right. This couldn't go on.
Something is wrong. What is it?
A sense of dissonance kept bubbling up. She had to say something. She had to stop this. Her instincts were screaming. Her body was howling that this was dangerous and that she needed to get away from this man immediately.
“Listen, Jae-ho…”
Her voice trembled. A voice as thick and sweet as heated honey spilled from her mouth. She even doubted if it was her own voice.
“Yes? What is it?”
“Is… isn’t something… strange?”
Her body shook uncontrollably. Her hips twitched, and sweat poured down her skin. Her pupils kept fluttering. The man’s figure seemed to split into two before her eyes.
“Strange? What’s strange?”
“T-That is…”
Olivia turned her head to look at Clarice. Unlike Olivia, Clarice was standing by in red lingerie. Was she getting a massage too? That was the underwear Olivia had told her to wear. She had been incredible yesterday. A faithful slave who obeyed her every whim.
Slave… a faithful slave…
The kind of person who would rush to stop anything strange from happening to her. Yet Clarice just stood there, watching her.
“Is something the matter?”
Clarice’s voice was perfectly calm.
“C-Clarice…! Isn’t this, haah, haah, a little strange?”
“ I have no idea what you mean. Strange, how?”
“Why am I dressed like this…?”
“Pardon? You’re being unusual today. Normally, one should be completely naked for a massage, but didn't you wear underwear because you were feeling shy, Lady Olivia?”
Clarice’s words echoed in her head.
Ah, was that it?
Right. A massage is supposed to be done completely naked.
“Mmmgh!”
Now she thought she knew what was wrong. It felt strange because she was wearing this embarrassing underwear while getting a massage.
“Haah, haah… Wait a moment. I’ll take this off.”
Panting, Olivia stripped off her underwear. A thick string of arousal clung to the white panties.
How embarrassing.
To feel this much just from a standard massage. And from a man’s hands, no less.
“Are you alright?” Jae-ho asked.
She couldn't look him in the eye. She had committed a discourtesy born of ignorance. Not only had she failed to realize the obvious fact that one should be naked for a massage, but she had also felt like a pervert while receiving a normal treatment.
“Haah, haah. I’m sorry. I’ll lie back down.”
“You can lie on your back now. I’ve finished with your waist and the back of your shoulders.”
“Is that so?”
She was disappointed that it was already half over. She wanted more, but her pride as Olivia Lawrence wouldn't let her say it. Begging a man to touch her more? No matter how much she wanted it, that was out of the question.
It had been like this last time too. She had trembled from a pleasure she had never experienced before under his touch. Even then, she had been soaking wet and had changed her clothes in embarrassment in front of Jae-ho.
The massage she received after so long was sublime. In fact, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say she had volunteered to be his economic expert just to receive this. Her heart had been pounding since she boarded the plane to Korea. Even when she slept with Clarice on the plane, she hadn't reached this level. If anything, it had been insufficient. Her body, having tasted ultimate pleasure, was screaming for more.
Jae-ho—his thick, long fingers, his firm muscles, and even his deep voice. She couldn't stop thinking about all of it. From the moment she stepped off the plane and met him, she had been looking forward to everything they would do.
She had never been like this before. She had never felt this way about any woman. It was the same when she saw Miju. Usually, when she saw a woman she liked, she would do whatever it took to seduce her. But she hadn't even tried. Simply because she was Jae-ho’s employee.
Had she ever been like that?
No.
She could say for certain. Never. She had never once passed up a woman she took an interest in. Even if they were an employee of a competitor, she would make a move. That was the kind of woman she was. She hadn't even looked for Hyun-kyung. Usually, Hyun-kyung was the first person she sought out upon arriving in Korea.
She had sought out Jae-ho before any of them. And she had even gone out of her way to message him that she was coming to Korea.
Why am I doing this?
She couldn't understand herself. But even that question…
“Haaahhhnnn!”
…vanished the moment Jae-ho’s fingers softly kneaded her body. She realized then that she was utterly addicted to his massage. Addicted enough to forget her immense pride.
“Mmph!”
She bit her lip to stifle the moans, but she couldn't stop her breath from escaping. Her body wouldn't obey her will.
Jae-ho watched Olivia squirming in agony on the massage bed. She was drenched in sweat, her body flushed as she twisted and turned. Now, she wasn't just moaning; she was letting out intense, rhythmic cries of ecstasy. It wouldn't have been strange if she started screaming at any moment.
Should I stop soon?
When I lightened the pressure to ease off, Olivia grabbed my hand.
“Don’t stop. More… a little more…”
Like a drug addict craving a stronger dose, she demanded a more intense massage. Seeing a lady’s eyes filled with such longing, a gentleman couldn't possibly refuse.
“I won’t be held responsible.”
“It’s fine. More…”
The hand gripping my arm was trembling, but her resolve was clear. A resolve to never give up. Don't waste that kind of willpower on something like this.
“Alright. Since you insist.”
She’d experienced it twice already, so she should be able to handle a third time. I rubbed my hands together.
“Hurry… please…”
Casting aside all her dignity, Olivia arched her back and pressed her lower abdomen against my fingers. As if begging me to press there. I swallowed a laugh as I watched her whimpering like a puppy waiting for food.
Almost there. One last push and it would all be over.
I focused on her lower abdomen, which appeared red to my eyes—the area where the uterus is located—to stimulate her erogenous zones. That was the final highlight of this massage.
I slowly and softly pressed and rubbed her lower abdomen with my palm. Olivia’s hips shot up. Just like last time, her body was instinctively moving in search of greater pleasure. She probably knew that doing so wouldn't actually make the intensity any stronger.
“Haaah…”
Only after hearing a moan that sounded almost like a sob did I firmly press down on Olivia’s heated lower abdomen. That was all it took.
“O-og-h-h-h!”
Splurt! Splash!
Olivia thrashed as she released a torrent of vaginal fluids along with urine. Watching her lose her senses, I felt a deep sense of satisfaction. This is the joy of being a masseur—seeing a client enjoy it and becoming increasingly dependent on me.
Even the great queen was nothing special. Soon, she would give up her own sexual preferences just to receive this massage.
I looked at Clarice, who was watching the thrashing Olivia with an expressionless face. Her eyes were vacant, as if her emotions had been surgically removed. She was under a hypnosis just as deep as Olivia’s.
“You’re quite tall.”
“I am 170 centimeters.”
“Oho. You’d be even taller in heels.”
“Yes. But in front of Lady Olivia, I can even become 100 centimeters.”
“Can you show me that now?”
“There is no need to show Lady Olivia right now.”
“No. I’m telling you to show me. That 100-centimeter height.”
“…”
After staring at me with an expressionless face for a moment, Clarice knelt. She pulled down my trousers and took my cock into her mouth. Clarice didn't find the process strange at all.
That’s the charm of hypnosis.
I came all over Clarice’s face as she sucked me off.
*
That was a satisfying massage.
Olivia covered her still-flushed lower abdomen with her clothes and stepped out of the changing room.
“Oh?”
She saw Yeong-eun waiting in the gym lobby.
“You’re here again. I thought you wouldn't come back after investing.”
Yeong-eun’s voice was sharp. She had the aura of a lioness staring down an intruder who had trespassed into her territory.