23-76

EP.76 Caught in the Act 

The conversation with Park Se-rin flowed naturally in a subtly charged atmosphere. 

As expected from someone who’s seduced plenty of men, Park Se-rin’s banter was both sly and suggestive. 

Sometimes she’d add a cute nasal tone, sometimes she’d laugh brightly to boost a man’s ego, and sometimes she’d act innocent to hint at possibilities. 

As we started getting more comfortable, Park Se-rin began to make her move in earnest. 

Of course, with the mind link, I could see her intentions as clear as day. 

< Pfft. He acts all proper, but he’s nothing special. > 

< Show a little skin and he doesn’t know what to do. > 

< Good. Maybe it’s time to really get things going? > 

She decided inwardly, then suddenly yawned and stretched seductively, twisting her hips to emphasize her curves. 

A faintly sensual sigh slipped from her lips. 

"... Ahh. Why does my body feel so stiff lately? My shoulders ache, my back feels tight. Joo-hyeok, do you ever feel tired?" 

I hesitated for a moment, then decided to play along with her flirtation, nodding and patting my shoulder as if I empathized. 

"Ugh, it’s rough for me too. Cleaning the classroom, playing with the kids, paperwork-I barely get a chance to stretch. You must be even more tired, being an athlete." 

As I actively responded, she gave me a sly look and pressed in. 

"Exactly. Golf really works your shoulders. Oh, that’s perfect. Since we’re both sore, how about we give each other shoulder massages? To celebrate our new friendship?" 

She suggested it innocently, her eyes sparkling with a mischievous glint. 

Any awkward guy would have fallen for it right there. 

I pretended to be flustered, stammering at her suggestion. 

"... Uh, what? Massages? For each other?" 

She shot me a quick look of exasperation, but quickly covered it up with another innocent smile. 

"What’s the big deal? We’re both single. I don’t have a boyfriend right now. There’s nothing wrong with friends giving each other a massage, right? Or... am I making you uncomfortable? Sorry, I guess I got a little too excited since we seem to get along so well." 

She drooped her eyes like a puppy with its tail between its legs. 

I hurriedly waved my hands, pretending to be completely taken in. 

"No, no! It’s not uncomfortable at all. I was just surprised. Sure, a massage between friends isn’t weird at all." 

At that, Park Se-rin instantly perked up and got up from the sofa, coming to sit right next to me. 

She brushed her hair to one side, exposing her pale, tempting nape. 

A dizzying scent of perfume and rose shampoo wafted over, stirring my desire. 

"Then... you go first, Joo-hyeok. Just don’t press too hard, okay?" 

She revealed her creamy skin, tilting her neck as if inviting me to touch her however I wanted. 

I swallowed once, running my hand over her skin. 

It felt even softer and more sensual than in the dream. 

From above, I could just glimpse her cleavage through her white blouse. 

Surely, this temptress had even considered the angle when she sat down. 

Honestly, I wanted to tear off her blouse and grab her breasts right then. 

But if I did that, I’d lose all control of the situation. 

I forced myself to calm down and gently placed my hand on her neck. 

"I’ll go as gently as I can. Tell me right away if it hurts." 

She shyly nodded and surrendered her body to me. 

From the mood, it felt like I could undress her right there and she’d be fine with it. 

But I could see her true intentions clearly through the mind link. 

< If he does anything weird, I’ll catch him red-handed and take control. > 

< Just need to scare him a little and I’ll have the upper hand. > 

< If I loosen up a bit after that, he’ll be easy to play with for a while. > 

I inwardly chuckled at her sly scheme. 

To avoid giving her any control, I focused entirely on the massage. 

-Press... press... 

With just the right pressure, I relaxed her neck and shoulders, and a faint moan escaped her lips. 

At first, she enjoyed the soothing massage, but as time went on with no further progress, she started to get a little annoyed. 

< What the hell is he doing? > 

< He’s really just giving a massage? > 

< I’m flirting so obviously and he doesn’t get it? > 

< He should be touching me more by now. > 

Unable to take it anymore, she forced a laugh and spoke, her voice tinged with barely suppressed irritation. 

"... Haha. Joo-hyeok, it feels great, but you’re only doing my shoulders. You could go a little lower, you know." 

She was openly signaling for me to touch her more. 

But I played even dumber, moving down her arms with a professional massage technique. 

She bit her lip, swallowing her annoyance. 

< Ugh. What an idiot. > 

< Can’t even take what’s offered. > 

< At least the massage is good... > 

< Maybe I’ll just enjoy the massage and go. > 

< I guess the dream was just a dream after all. > 

"... Sigh." 

She let out a small sigh of resignation. 

She must have been secretly hoping for a repeat of the passionate sex from the dream, but my frustratingly slow pace left her disappointed. 

Of course, I had no reason to make the first move. 

She had to be the one to want it. 

So I gave her a full course, moving from her arms to a scalp massage, completely devoid of ulterior motives. 

Eventually, she melted into a daze, totally absorbed in the massage. 

After a while, she snapped out of it. 

Half-reclined on the sofa, she suddenly realized how relaxed she’d become. 

< What the... How is he so good at this? > 

< Ahem. I almost forgot what I came here for. > 

< I can’t give up after coming all this way. > 

< You never know until you try. > 

< He seems naive, so maybe I just need to be a bit more aggressive. > 

She wiped a bit of drool from her mouth, steeled herself, and then seductively adjusted her clothes as she stood up. 

"That was a great massage. I’m glad we became friends, Joo-hyeok. My shoulders feel so much better. Now it’s my turn to do you." 

She rolled up her blouse sleeves, her dark blue nail polish contrasting with her pale skin. 

She pushed me onto the sofa, making me lie down. 

Feigning surprise, I stammered as she flipped me over and climbed onto my waist. 

Her soft thighs wrapped around my hips, warm and gentle. 

She smiled and stroked my back, whispering, 

"By the way... I’m really good at massages. Everyone loves it. You’ll see." 

Her words were laced with innuendo. 

She pressed her hips against mine, and the thought that her underwear was now touching me made me quickly swell below. 

Her hands ran over my shoulders and neck. 

She wasn’t especially skilled, but any woman’s touch feels good. 

Her soft hands relaxed all my tension. 

Sensing this, her hands grew bolder, and after a while she tapped my shoulder and whispered, 

"Joo-hyeok, your back’s done. Now for the front." 

She smoothly flipped me over and sat astride my groin-in a classic cowgirl position. 

Anyone watching would never think this was just a friendly massage. 

She knew it, but continued, pretending nothing was out of the ordinary. 

"They say men’s chests get tense from work. Since you did such a good job, I’ll give you some special service." 

Her hands circled my chest through my thin shirt, teasing my nipples. 

My groin pulsed hard beneath her, pressing into her. 

She must have felt it, but her expression didn’t change. 

< Pfft. He can’t get enough, huh? > 

< Do you like being touched by noona? > 

< Feels like you’re about to burst, right? > 

< Why don’t you try like you did in the dream? > 

< If you’re brave, I might let you. > 

She continued to caress my chest, and I was carefully considering when to make my move. 

But my deliberation was cut short by a familiar noise outside the lounge. 

-So, he’s in here, right? With some strange woman? 

-Yes, ma’am. I’ll knock first. 

-No, I’ll do it myself. You can go. 

-Ah, understood. 

"..." 

The conversation outside was clearly not normal. 

And the owner of that voice was even less so. 

I instinctively tried to push Park Se-rin off me. 

But before I could, the lounge door burst open. 

My outstretched hand landed squarely on Park Se-rin’s soft breast. 

And at that exact, unfortunate moment, she saw us. 

With a cold gaze and queenly presence, Han Gyeo-ul was standing right there.