Chapter 20: The Massage That Went Too Far
When you’re engrossed in something, other sounds fade away.
You’ve probably heard that saying before.
“Stop—it—Enough—now—”
“What do you mean?”
“I’m—getting—strange—”
Back then, with a voice melting like ice cream on a summer day.
The shy guest clearly begged me to stop.
Digging through faint memories, I’m pretty sure she even said it felt ‘strange.’
But me, at that moment.
Completely focused on delivering the ‘perfect massage’ as room service, without a single stray thought.
“Hey, no need to be like that. I need to return the favor from last time to feel at ease. Besides—”
“Hngh…?”
“—the massage I prepared hasn’t even started yet!”
“Hngh—!?”
Focused solely on the fact that my hobby-learned massage skills were relieving her fatigue.
Ignoring her pitiful pleas, I continued the massage.
“Alright, relax, and let’s move to the next part…!”
“No—blindfold—!?”
The arm and leg massage was just the beginning.
The real massage was about to start now.
“Now, relax your back…”
“Hi—hit…!?”
“Let me know if it hurts!”
The arms and legs are closely connected to one body part: the back.
Normally, a back massage involves tapping the lower back.
Or some light stretching.
But the massage from the video I watched.
Didn’t stop at simple tapping or kneading.
The key point in that video.
Was to relieve accumulated fatigue and induce a relaxed state.
By precisely stimulating specific ‘spots’ on the back to gently release tension.
That’s the main goal and the ‘highlight’ of this massage.
‘First, lightly press below the shoulder blades…!’
The main event begins below the shoulder blades.
Starting by gently pressing the soft flesh beneath her sweater.
Press—!!
Following the video exactly, I deeply and softly press the first ‘spot’ on her back.
“Heh—uht—!?”
A short moan escapes as the shy guest’s body trembles.
‘Good, that’s the exact reaction from the video. I pressed it right.’
Seeing her react almost identically to the woman in the video, I let out a sigh of relief, worried I’d misremembered.
“Ugh… ugh…”
Alright, I nailed the start.
Now it’s time to move to the next stage.
According to the video, the second step is gently running my hands along the spine line on her lower back.
But before that.
While planning the massage based on the video, it’s time to show off my ‘original massage’ technique.
The first ‘spot’ below the shoulder blades signals the start of the massage.
In the video, the male therapist just pressed it once—firmly.
But my massage? I’m not letting the most crucial ‘start’ be so bland.
Rub…
“Huh—!?”
Rub…
Rub…
Rub…
“Hah!? At!? Hit—!?”
Pressing my fingers deeply into the spot on her shoulder.
I gently and tenderly knead and stir it.
Loosening the fatigue in her back, letting vitality flow more freely through her body.
Very slowly, and for a long time.
Rub—
Rub—
Rub—
For ten minutes, I focus on gently stimulating that first spot.
At first, she trembled, unable to handle the pain(?), letting out faint moans.
But now, she seems to have gotten used to the sensation.
“Huuu…”
Burying her face in the pillow, she barely breathes shallowly.
And that moment—when she gets accustomed to the sensation.
Is when my planned massage moves to the ‘second stage.’
Swoosh—
“Hik—!?”
Her body, limp with relieved fatigue on the bed.
Ripples like waves as my hands glide along the ‘spine line’ hidden beneath her sweater.
Unlike other lower back massages that press or tap heavily, this one gently caresses.
Delivering vitality and the warmth of human touch to her entire body.
“—!?!?”
It acts like a ‘lubricant,’ spreading the nerves focused on the first spot across her whole body.
“Feeling refreshed, customer?”
Swoosh—
“…Oh. Uht.”
“Wow, I’m so glad you’re enjoying it. I’ll keep going!”
“…”
Swoosh—
Swoosh—
As I continue caressing her lower back.
Her body, initially rippling with my touch, gradually loses strength, melting into the bed.
This means the warmth trapped in one area is circulating.
Proof that her fatigue-stiffened body is slowly relaxing.
And that proof means the highlight of my memorized massage.
The final ‘highlight’ is not far off.
‘Alright, it’s going well so far. If I nail the last ‘third massage’…!!’
The first massage targeted the hidden ‘spot’ on her back to relieve fatigue.
The second spread warmth and comfort through caressing.
And the third stage turns all these massages into mere ‘foreplay.’
The video’s therapist said this ‘spot’ could ‘maximize’ the effects(?) of the previous massages.
‘…Phew.’
Taking a deep breath in my mind for the final moment.
Hoping my memory isn’t wrong.
“Hup…!!”
I grab the soft ‘hips’ of the melted, relaxed shy guest.
“Hok—!?”
As I firmly grasp her hips with both hands.
Her limp body springs up like a coiled spring.
Perhaps she briefly lost consciousness, as she looks around while still lying face-down, trying to grasp the situation.
Instinctively realizing she must not let my massage reach its ‘highlight.’
She flails her delicate arms and legs pitifully, trying to stop me.
“Don’t—do—it—Stop—now—!”
But at that moment, I truly didn’t hear her voice.
My head was filled with a single ‘obsession’ to reach the highlight and ‘satisfy’ the customer.
So, without a single impure thought, I held her pale hips.
“Customer, this might hurt a bit…!! Just hold on a little…!!”
“No—no—Blindfold—I’m—sorry—Don’t—do—it—!!!!”
With a warning that it ‘might hurt,’ I press her tailbone with two fingers.
Crack—.
Snap—.
“Ah—uh—?”
“What—is—this—?”
Her body, lying face-down on the bed, begins to tremble.
“That’s the end of my massage! Are you satisfied…”
“Hok… Hngh…?!?”
“…Customer?”
Feeling proud for perfectly completing all the steps, I return to my senses.
Only then do I notice her body trembling abnormally.
“Customer? Are you okay? Customer??”
Realizing I heard a ‘crack’ in her bones, I panic.
Sensing something’s wrong, I quickly remove my fingers from her tailbone.
Flinch!!
Flinch!!
Flinch!! Flinch!! Flinch!!
“Oh—ugh—Hngh—!?”
Exactly as it sounds, no exaggeration—her slender waist folds in half, convulsing.
“Hok—Ah—uhk—!!”
With painful(?) moans bursting out, once, twice.
No, four times her waist jerks before calming down.
Her sweat-soaked, pale face collapses as she faints completely on the bed.
“…Customer?”
Only after witnessing her writhing in pain(?) do I realize something went terribly wrong.
Cold sweat drips as I cautiously call out to the fainted guest.
“Hngh… uht…”
No response comes, only her weak moans.
And now, back to the present, after all these events.
Twenty minutes—can you believe all this happened in just twenty minutes?
Even I, who experienced it, can’t believe it—how could anyone believe it took only twenty minutes?
‘How… How did it come to this…’
In the damp, sticky humidity of Room 204.
Wearing a sweater soaked with tears from her eyes and sweat from her body, clinging to her skin.
Strands of hair stick to the saliva around her mouth.
I lament inwardly, staring at the ‘shy guest,’ trembling pitifully, half-fainted on the bed.
Clueless, stupid me has done it again.
I’ve crossed a river I can’t return from.
And even now, I’m having impure thoughts looking at her incredible body.
‘The blindfold… I’m so glad I brought it…’
If I have any conscience left, I should at least block these shameless gazes in this situation.
So, as a final act of courtesy, I properly lay the fainted shy guest on the bed.
I remove the sweat-soaked(?) blanket and cover her with a fresh, white one.
Even then, I feel ashamed as my nose twitches at her strong scent in my arms.
Afterward, I put the blindfold back on myself.
“I’m… really sorry…”
I apologize to the fully fainted guest on the bed and quietly leave Room 204.
The moment my攻略 of the first heroine completely fails.
*
Inside Room 204, with the door closed.
The ‘shy guest’ lying on the bed trembles.
The sensation of being forcibly pressed by someone’s thick hands.
Her vision turning white, a sensation not of pain.
But something sweet and addictive, making her body scream.
…And the foreign feeling of ‘begging’ someone desperately.
“Hngh… uht… uht…”
This new sensation she’s experiencing for the first time.
For some reason, she wants to feel it again.
“One—more—time—”