Chapter 1 — Ah~ So Good. I'm Going Crazy

A little fear, yes… but also unbearable anticipation.

How can I get what I truly want?

I hope, with your help, to achieve it within a day or two.

I desperately need your unmatched skill.

How do I convince my wife?

If only I could promise her a massage and create the opportunity—surely, with your vast experience and techniques, it could happen. Will you help me?

Please. Within a day or two.

-- That was the content of the message sent by the member.

Tonight, I had dinner with my family for the first time in a long while. Not long after finishing the meal, my phone rang, and an urgent voice came through.

"Hello?"

The caller was a young married couple who had sent me four or five messages before, pleading for a massage—and something more, something called "sexual service."

"Uh… today, I brought my wife out saying we'd get a massage…"

His voice trailed off, then he insisted—he absolutely needed it done tonight.

He admitted he had no experience, and had told his wife it was just the two of them getting massages together. But now, he wanted me to make sure she experienced it, no matter how—just like the stories I'd posted before.

And the timing? He wanted to meet at 1 a.m.—an utterly absurd request.

How desperate must he have been, checking my schedule, waiting for me to come all the way down to Pohang?

Still, I agreed—just to give it a try.

I called the member when I arrived in front of the Motel. He came outside and immediately let out a deep sigh.

I instantly sensed something had gone wrong. Here's what happened.

On the way to the motel, his wife had suddenly said she didn't want a massage after all and told him to go alone. He'd tried coaxing her with a drink, but it was no use.

Then he came up with a ridiculous idea: Why don't you massage me first? Maybe seeing that will change her mind.

Right now, his wife was sitting in the room, fully dressed, arms crossed, clearly angry.

Huh…

This was the worst possible situation. I almost turned around and left.

But then he said,"I believe you'll help me. I know you will."

That one sentence stopped me in my tracks.

"Alright. Let's at least go in and see."

I waited five minutes after he entered the room before I followed.

I ordered a coffee for the wife and bought time by pretending to take both their pulses. Then I said it was too late tonight—there wasn't enough time to massage both of them. Only one could receive it.

Immediately, the wife said,"Let him go first."

Ugh… I could've screamed.

In truth, the wife was perfectly healthy. There wasn't a single flaw I could point to in order to insist she should go first. So I quickly shifted gears—talking about yin and yang balance, energy flow, all that nonsense. I declared that tonight, she should be the one, and her husband could come another time to be massaged by the female manager at my own massage parlor.

Then I launched into a long-winded lecture—origin of massage, types of techniques, every theory I knew, spouting it all in a scattered, overwhelming way. I could see her resistance wavering. Was it because it sounded convincing? Or because of my serious, unwavering tone? Either way, her resolve began to crack.

The husband quickly filled the bath, and from that moment, both he and I moved with urgency.

After soaking for about ten minutes, the wife emerged—ready.

I began the massage on a woman as still as stone, not a single flinch from head to toe. I applied an aromatic face mask as I worked.

Women love aromatherapy—I knew that. I played generous with a single sheet mask, and when she removed it, she touched her moist skin and gave a faint, small smile.

But as I moved to oil massage, the woman remained completely motionless. My cock had no reason to rise.

How the hell was I supposed to time penetration? I was stuck.

I'd already positioned myself between her legs. What now?

I had to resort to emergency measures.

As I massaged her breasts with oil, I pictured a particular woman I'd encountered in my work—one I could never forget.

I thought of her writhing, twisting her body, driving me wild. Slowly, my cock began to stir. Within moments, I was fully erect.

The tip of my cock brushed her entrance—then she jerked her body back.

Ugh… another setback.

I covered her lower abdomen with a towel, gently tapping her belly.

"It's okay. Just stay still. Just for a moment… while your husband isn't here."

I lifted her hips and slid the head of my cock inside.

Then, as I caressed her chest and stomach, I pushed my lower abdomen forward, thrusting slowly, and whispered,

"Try tensing your lower belly—like I am."

After a moment, she tensed—and her pussy clamped down firmly on my cock. That's how the penetration began, silent and still.

Her pussy responded to my every push, tightening in return. I raised my upper body and thrust only a few times when I heard movement from the shower room. The wife immediately pulled her hips back—my cock slipped out. Her awareness of her husband was too strong.

I raised my thumb to the husband as he stepped out—signaling success.

Now, it was his turn.

He approached his wife and reached for her breasts.

But her resistance was fierce. I had no choice. I had to play my final card.

"Are you two even married? What kind of couple are you—so stiff, so awkward? I worked so hard to set the mood—why don't you just fuck each other properly? Are you idiots? Try this."

In a flash, I spoke sharply, placed the husband's hand on her breast, and watched her reaction.

At the same time, I touched her other nipple, now stiff and erect.

"Like this—gently, in circles…"

I sharply poked the husband's side. But she flinched, her body clearly rejecting it.

Finally, I threw down my last challenge. My hidden ace.

"Phew… earlier, during the massage, I thought I was going to die. I slipped in just a little—and her pussy grip… it was incredible."

I officially declared in front of the husband that penetration had already happened.

Then, quickly, I reached down and touched her pussy, pressing her clit with my middle finger.

I ordered the husband to penetrate her now—and she was trapped, forced to accept him.

At last, the husband succeeded.

I immediately signaled for him to pull out—and without a second's delay, I thrust in. Right on cue, the husband shoved his cock into her mouth.

We had succeeded.

From here, it unfolded naturally.

This was her time to feel.

"Ah~"

The moment her resigned heart opened, her response came instantly.

Her hips slowly lifted. Her pussy began to move.

Now, it was my turn again.

If I couldn't make her climax, I'd leave with a bitter aftertaste.

I poured every ounce of strength into matching her rhythm, moving with the grip of her pussy. As her tension melted away, it took only minutes.

She erupted—gushing like a waterfall, clamping down on her husband's cock—

"Ah~ Ah~"

—moaning uncontrollably.

Fluid spilled, running down her ass. My pubic hair and hers were soaked.

I lowered her legs and pulled the husband's hand, placing it beneath her pelvis.

"No way… Wow, incredible."

The husband's astonished words made her bury her face, blushing shyly. She looked adorable.

"Amazing, right? Haven't seen this much flow in a long time, have you?"

I proudly boasted to the husband, feeling proud of myself.

The husband raised his thumb over her shoulder as she hid her face in shyness—his way of saying he was utterly satisfied.

I felt a surge of energy. What the hell—let's go once more.

I spread her legs. This time, she lifted her hips to meet my cock. Her pussy gripped me tightly, welcoming me.

"uh~ uh~ Ah~ Ah~"

Moans now flowed naturally from her lips.

"Slurp~ Slurp~"

From her flooded lower entrance, sound poured out without pause.

"Honey… how is it?"

"Ah~ So good. I'm going crazy."

Listening to their exchange, I knew I had once again fulfilled my role—perfectly, as the invited assistant.

Today had been full of delays. I could only bring her to climax twice. But considering how difficult the start had been, this was undeniably a huge success.

After cleaning her thoroughly with a body cleanser, my duty was complete. We sat for a while, drinking something cold, sharing quiet words.

5:40 a.m.

They left the room. Ten minutes later, I walked out of the motel. Then I headed to a sauna to wash away the scent of oil.

Of all the couples I've encountered as a masseur, this one will be remembered as the most exhausting—and the most unforgettable.