The Pleasure of Ruin
Everyone has their own tastes, curiosities, and ideas of what’s fun—countless variations from person to person. Some love music and dive into it with passion, others obsess over painting. There are those who prefer stunningly handsome or beautiful people, or chubby ones, or skinny ones, or even the same sex. A person’s future often hinges on their tastes and interests.
But every now and then, there are the twisted ones. Some get off on secretly filming others and peeping. Others find joy in gruesomely mutilating animals. We usually see these warped souls on the news, getting hauled off by the cops. They’re probably just fools slavishly devoted to their desires, too ignorant to know better.
Unfortunately, I’m one of those twisted types too—not your average Joe with ordinary tastes. I get a thrill, a deep craving, from watching others crumble and break. It started when I saw a girl I knew, listless and devastated after her pet dog died. I kept that dark urge buried deep inside ever since, hidden from the world.
Nothing else sparks my interest, so life feels listless and dull. I’m the kid my parents dumped on the world, scraping by just enough to get by on my own. Rrrring... My phone jolts me awake from my daze on a neighborhood park bench.
“Ha-jin, honey~ A client’s requested you for an outcall massage. You’re their regular, so get ready quick~ I’ll text you the address.”
The voice is languid and slow, with a hint of nasal twang—it’s my boss at the massage shop where I work.
“Perfect, it’s a hotel nearby. I’ll swing by the shop to grab my stuff, noona.”
Like most places like mine, the address screams hotel. It’s the easiest gig for a high school dropout like me, coasting on my looks and that superior masculine edge.
“Call me boss, you punk~ I let it slide ‘cause you’re our ace.”
Luckily, I’ve got a knack for this—plenty of repeat callers.
“Aw, come on... We look almost twenty years apart outside the shop, but you’d pass for the little sis.”
Bootlicking that doesn’t match my personality, plus some childish whining—she eats it up.
“Shut it and don’t forget the incense. Get to work.”
Her tone perks up; she’s so consistent, it’s easy.
“Got it~”
“Hoo...”
I light up a smoke, head to the hotel, and there’s the client waiting.
“Oh! It’s been ages, Ha-jin. Come on in quick.”
“No way—I’m the grateful one for the call-back~ It’s the six-hour course today, so I’ll give it my all.”
I roll out the mat in the room, light the incense, and prep. The client strips naked and lies down on it.
My work’s like any standard massage joint, more or less. I light the blue peppermint incense—its herbal scent lowers blood pressure, relaxes, and lulls you to sleep. Unless you’re right up close, the effect isn’t too strong.
“Mm... Ngh... Right there... Feels so good...♡”
I slather on the gel and massage with total devotion. Most drift off right around here.
“Hoo...”
Once I confirm she’s out, I swap to the purple peppermint incense with the same scent. Then it’s blood-flow massages, acupressure, and erogenous massage.
“Ngh... Hnngh... Ahhhn...♡”
The new incense boosts circulation, adds a light arousal state, gently waking the sleeping client. Paired with the erogenous work, sensitivity spikes—proof comes when a light breast touch draws moans.
*Slurp...*
I lavish her sensitive spots with my tongue, teasing the slit’s tender insides.
“Haaang... Haa... Hnngh...!”
Her back arches lightly, legs quiver, eyes flutter open. A faint blush colors her face. Lost in the afterglow of a mild climax, her spread legs reveal sticky threads of fluid stretching between.
“Ha-jin’s split tongue... Feels amazing every time..♡ Like a snake—it’s so wild.”
“I gritted my teeth and got it done to excel at this job. Glad it’s a hit.”
Even amid light chat, her eyes fixate below my waist, still basking in the afterglow.
“Every time I see it, Ha-jin, you’re huge. Even through your pants... 20cm?”
The incense works on me too, so with her legs spread before me, my cock’s rock-hard.
“Never measured, but yeah, bigger than that. Time for the final course.”
The finale’s obvious: sex. She spreads eagerly, parting her pussy invitingly.
“Work’s been crazy lately, so it’s been forever—go slow, okay?”
Despite her words, her pretty pink pussy—dripping with juices despite being a regular slut—betrays her.
“Ngh... Haaht..?! W-wait... Suddenly so deep... Eek...♡”
She loves it slammed in to the hilt first thrust. True to her word, it’s been a while—minimal movement and she’s bucking already.
“Haaang...♡ N-no... Heek♡”
Her walls clamp my cock painfully tight, but as I force through the writhing grip, suddenly she squeezes hard, hips snap, legs tremble.
“Haaak... Haaak... In-incredible...♡ C-cumming but keep going...♡ More...”
I keep pounding that spot making her jaw quiver as her pussy milks me. Legs wrap my waist, she grinds back, lips tremble, eyes half-lidded, drool spilling.
“I’m close too—picking up the pace.”
“Haaang..♡ Heek... Hnngh... Nghhh...♡”
She’s beyond words now, just clinging and moaning as I ravage her. “Ngh...” I hug her tight, bury deep, and unload.
“Heeeek....♡”
She tries fleeing the climax, hips twisting away, but pleasure overwhelms—arms clutch me, legs lock around.
Her sharp eyes have gone glassy, staring into space; unclosed lips drool freely.
“Haaak... Haaak.... Haa... Amaz-ing... Heek?!♡”
I pull out before the afterglow fades, and fresh ecstasy hits—legs clench slightly as she cums again.
“You’re...♡ So sudden... Still, incredible...♡”
Drool glistens on her lips, cheeks flushed with lingering heat; she smiles, trying for haughty dignity.
“Glad you’re satisfied...!”
Service smile on, but mid-sentence she grabs my cock, yanks off the condom.
“Whoa... Not just huge—you cum buckets too. Bareback? I’d be knocked up for sure.”
“We’re thorough with clients—never raw.”
She eyes the filled rubber, then bursts laughing.
“Why so stiff? Loosen up—it’s been forever since we hung out.”
“Sorry? Boss drills professionalism with clients—habit.”
Some clients cling or make weird demands, but she respects boundaries—nice enough for casual chat.
“Ugh... Some patient threw a fit recently—exhausted me. Time for a protein hit♡”
She slurps the cum from the condom. Loves sex but saves kisses for special someones—kinda odd.
“Speaking of, what was your job again?”
No real interest, just polite.
“Mm... Glrk... Hoo... Didn’t I say? I’m a hypnosis psychotherapist. Put folks under~ Hypnotize ‘em~ Therapy for the psyche~”
She downs the sticky load slowly, gruffly.
“Hypnosis like in movies—put ‘em to sleep, make onions taste like apples?”
“Could, but usually I dig out stress roots via suggestions in trance and fix ‘em.”
She’s kinda famous—I vaguely recall seeing her on TV.
“Hobby-level for me, but with cute patients, I sneak in extra suggestions—pry into private lives or foster a lil’ dependency.”
That snags my perpetual haze. Make people dependent?
“Huh? So... all kinds of wild suggestions possible?”
“Yup~ Deep sleep via hypnosis lets me etch into the subconscious.”
My head clears sharp.
“Whoa, Ha-jin—that’s a new look. Eyes sparkling like a kid’s.”
Feels like I am a kid. First time something hooks me this hard. Thrilled.
“Interested? I could teach you personally~”
“For real? I’d love that.”
“Sure~ You’ve got that decadent vibe I dig, and now this spark? Perfect.”
A electric buzz zaps my brain. I know my eyes are gleaming.
“Please, I’m begging.”
“Cool—hit me up when you’re free. Number?”
Against shop policy, but this is prime opportunity.
“See ya next time~”
I watch her light steps leave, brimming with hope. Finally, a way to unleash my desires. Exhilarated. Mind races faster than ever.
First target pops right up.
“Hey, bro? Got time later? Missed your wedding, never properly met your wife. Wanna see you too.”
Future’s electric with anticipation.