NTR Massage Parlour: A Wellness Technique Guide

Yohan left the woman lying on the table, stepping away to hide the bulge pressing against his pants.

Touching someone that stunning was every young man's fantasy come alive — but it was still a massage. No matter how much his body ached for more, he couldn't cross that line.

"Damn, it was hard… but doing anything would've been suicide for the business."

Still, if she had asked for it… that would have been a different matter.

During the massage, it had taken everything in him not to bury his face between her round thick asscheeks. He'd stolen a few subtle brushes here and there but it was hardly enough to satisfy him.

He was still deep in thought when Anna emerged from the room, now fully dressed. Her skin glowed, her eyes brighter, her smile warmer. She looked younger somehow — no longer burdened by the tension she'd carried in.

Yohan stood, surprised by just how radiant she looked now.

"I don't even know how to thank you," she said, grabbing his hand. Her voice trembled, her eyes moist. "I haven't felt this good in years."

He smiled softly. "It was my pleasure, ma'am. I was just doing my job."

"No — you don't get it," she insisted. "You were amazing. It was like… magic. How did you learn to do all that? Some kind of school?"

He scratched his head. "Kind of. My parents ran this place, and I've been helping out since I was a kid. So I picked up a thing or two over the years."

"No wonder," she said with a laugh. "Well, thank you again. I'll definitely be back." She gave a slight bow and turned to go.

Yohan's eyes dropped to her ass. The sway of her figure sent a sharp ache through him. Letting her walk out felt like watching treasure slip through his fingers.

'I can't miss this opportunity'

"Ma'am — wait," he called.

She turned, curious.

"I was just wondering… have you been under a lot of stress lately?"

She chuckled. "I'm a single mom raising a teenage son and working full-time. So yeah, you could say that."

"That explains a lot," Yohan said, tilting his head thoughtfully. "Your body's full of stress trauma. It affects more than just muscles — it changes your chemistry over time."

Her expression shifted to concern. "Is that serious?"

"If it builds up? Definitely. Your body could start shutting down — fatigue, immune issues, even illness."

She looked worried now. "Should I go to the hospital?"

Yohan shook his head. "Hospitals treat symptoms, not causes. But I've studied some specialized treatments that help reverse long-term damage. I don't have everything ready today, but if you'd like, we can schedule another session. A more focused one."

She nodded eagerly, "Yes, please. Just tell me when."

Yohan smiled politely, but inside, he was already planning. Next time, he'd be ready.

After locking up the shop, Yohan walked home. Their neighborhood was normally quiet around this time, so Yohan didn't see many people until he got to the house.

At that time, his aunt Vivian was also just returning from work. They both met at the front entrance of the house.

They exchanged a glance but didn't say anything to each other. His aunt unlocked the door and entered first; Yohan followed right behind her.

"Seems like we're the first ones back," she said tiredly as she switched on the lights and took off her shoes.

Yohan also took his off and sat in the sitting room, about to switch on the television, but his aunt stood in front of him.

"We need to talk," she said firmly.

Yohan didn't say anything. He had been trying to avoid Vivian all this while because he wasn't ready for whatever she was going to say.

"I've decided to forgive what you did the other day—but on one condition: I don't ever want to hear you say what you said to anybody else. Spreading lies like that isn't good."

"Hear me say what? That Cassie isn't your daughter?"

"Y-yes… I wonder where you would even come up with something like that." She nonchalantly brushed her black hair off her shoulder.

"Saying things like that could harm someone—even as a joke," she added with a stern expression.

Yohan took a moment to scan her body from her feet to her face before standing. Her skirt hugged tightly to her body, and with her top buttons undone, he could see her cleavage almost down to her nipples.

She was really a sexy woman. How his uncle managed to get so lucky is a subject that should be studied on a serious level.

"I suppose you're right. I would feel bad if a lie like that caused you any trouble… but what if Uncle goes for a DNA test and it turns out to be true?" he said, now standing right in front of her.

"I wouldn't be the bad guy anymore, would I?"

She flinched at his statement. A little worry began to show behind her calm and stern expression.

"But I have no intentions of causing you any trouble, aunt Vivian," Yohan smirked as he stared down at her cleavage. Those breasts were just begging to be sucked.

"As a matter of fact, it's the direct opposite."

"W-what do you m-mean?" she stuttered.

Yohan suddenly grabbed her shirt and ripped it open. The buttons flew everywhere, revealing her breasts under a blue bra.

"Yohan, what are you doing?!" she cried, raising her hands to cover herself.

But she was shocked when Yohan hugged her. She could hear his beating heart as he pressed her head against his chest. It was gentle and warm.

"I don't want to harm you, and I'm not asking you to accept my feelings for you… but I can't stop until you give me something," his voice was soft and soothing—it managed to calm her down for the moment.

Before she could collect her thoughts or say anything, he kissed her. She tried to pull away, but Yohan held her firmly yet gently, and soon she stopped trying, even allowing their tongues to touch.

Her resolve weakened. As his tongue made its way inside her mouth, exploring every corner like it was his domain, she began losing herself in the feeling—until Yohan pulled away, leaving her wet tongue reaching for more.

"Just give me something, and I promise to leave you alone."