"I know it's late, but I was wondering if you guys are still open?" the woman asked.
Yohan almost didn't hear her — her beautiful face had completely captivated him. She looked like she was in her early thirties, but the air she carried made him suspect she was older.
"Yeah… I can help you with whatever you want," Yohan replied, trying to hide his excitement as he ushered her inside.
"Do you need a massage?"
The opportunity to massage such a beautiful woman was not something he could imagine passing up.
She chuckled dryly. "Yes, but I'm not sure if it'll even help me."
"I've had back pain for months now. I visited a doctor today and he recommended massage therapy. I was planning on going for a massage tomorrow, but seeing you here, I figured, why not do it right now? Are you the only one that works here?" she asked, brushing her bright blonde hair behind her ear.
"Everyone else has gone home, I was just about closing up."
"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to keep you past your closing time. I can come back tomorrow if that's better?"
"It's fine. I don't mind it at all," Yohan smiled softly.
Before, Yohan could hardly even look women in the eye. But now, he felt different. The feeling that this world was made for him made him realize there was nothing to fear.
He no longer felt nervous when talking to a pretty woman, and could even properly hold eye contact.
A small, proud smile tugged at his lips.
"Let's see if I can help."
Anna hadn't expected the boy she just met to be the one to massage her. Her house was just around the corner, so she had walked past this shop a few times. She heard the original owners had passed away, but she still expected to meet a professional.
As she stood in the changing room, she contemplated just leaving and going to a different place. Not just because he looked young and inexperienced, but also because he was a man.
Now, only wearing a pink bra and panties, she felt insecure about letting a man touch her body.
'What if he touches me inappropriately?' she blushed slightly.
"Excuse me, ma'am," Yohan called from outside the door, "are you okay in there?"
"Y-yes, I'll be out in a second," she replied, wrapping one of the white towels around her body.
When she opened the door, she saw Yohan standing right in front of her. His well-built frame towered over her curvy figure, making her feel smaller than she was.
'He is really good looking'
As their eyes met, she shifted her gaze almost immediately, her face turning bright red.
"Please, lay on the bed."
Maria obeyed, lying chest down on the massage bed.
According to the wellness book, the most common cause of random pain in the body was tension in the muscles.
'Isn't it weird I can remember everything in that book after only reading it once?'
But that wasn't the only weird thing. Once Yohan's hands came in contact with the woman, he was met with another shocking experience.
He could see an anatomy of what looked like pressure points and knots, along with areas of blocked energy. It was as if a map had been drawn out for him to follow.
His understanding of the book had placed him at a level beyond mastery — and now he could see things like this. That was the explanation he gave himself, though even then, what he was seeing made no logical sense.
Anna was starting to feel uncomfortable with Yohan just standing behind her. She could almost feel his eyes on her body. It felt so wrong lying down in front of a man, with only a towel covering her.
'What if he rips off the towel, and squeezes my ass, or he spreads my pussy and puts his fingers inside me? There's no one else here — he could do whatever he wants to my body'
She was preparing herself for the worst-case scenario, imagining how completely at his mercy she was.
But her body began to react to her imagination, and her pussy was starting to get wet.
'Why am I becoming horny in this situation?'
Lying almost naked in front of a handsome man she had never met before was giving her a strange, lightheaded sensation.
"Are you just going to keep staring?" she teased awkwardly, snapping Yohan out of his brief trance.
"Sorry… your body is just so… beautiful," Yohan didn't even realize when the words left his mouth.
"Wh-what did you say?" Her face flushed red.
"I mean your skin — it's so smooth and clear." Yohan rubbed her skin softly. He suddenly grabbed the towel and threw it off her body.
"Wh-what do you think you are doing?" she asked, sitting up and raising her hands to cover her chest.
Yohan looked confused. "I was just about to begin the massage. You said your back was hurting, right?"
It was then she remembered. "Th-that's right."
"I can't massage your back with the towel in the way."
"Oh."
"So could you please lie back down?"
She hesitated for a second before returning to her previous position — only this time, she was even more exposed.
The room was dimly lit, soft amber light spilling from a lamp in the corner. A faint scent of lavender floated in the air, calming the nerves before a single touch was even made.
The massage table was warm, the sheets fresh and smooth against her skin. A quiet instrumental melody played in the background — just enough to soften the silence, not distract from it.
"We'll begin now. Just breathe. If anything feels uncomfortable, let me know."
As his hands made first contact, it felt like warm waves spreading across her shoulders. His fingers moved with intention — not too fast, not too slow — reading the body like a well-worn map.
He paused briefly at the right shoulder blade.
"You carry a lot of tension here," he murmured.
And then, as if guided by instinct, his thumbs sank into the knot — firm, but never forceful — coaxing the tightness free. The tension seemed to unravel beneath his hands like a taut rope loosening.
He moved in rhythm with her breath, letting the body guide the session. Each stroke was different — long glides, targeted kneads, gentle pressure — but each one felt right, like puzzle pieces falling into place.
When he worked on the lower back, his palms pressed inward with a gentle firmness that seemed to pull the pain away. The feet, the temples, the neck — everything received attention, but nothing felt rushed.
There was a moment — just after the midpoint — where she slipped into a half-sleep, floating in that soft space between awareness and dreams. That's how good it was.
By the time the session ended, she didn't want to move. Her body felt lighter, as if something had been removed — not just pain, but heaviness. Like she could breathe deeper than she had in weeks.
Yohan stepped back and gently covered her with a warm towel.
"Take your time," he said. "There's no rush."