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From the moment she entered the office, she felt completely manipulated by this seemingly shy little boy, which annoyed her greatly.
When she noticed him looking at her feet, she instantly regained some confidence.
Black stockings, high heels, and delicate feet—these are incredibly alluring to young men.
“Your heel is slightly deformed.” Shirakawa Natsu said, looking at her feet, “You should have knee arthritis, with pain and swelling, and it won’t be long before it damages your spine and lumbar vertebrae.”
After he finished speaking, he looked up at Jiang Enhui and said, "Not everyone's physique is suitable for wearing this kind of high heels."
"You...don't talk nonsense." Jiang Enhui looked a little flustered, clearly trying to appear calm.
"I know some traditional Chinese medicine. You should have felt it during the massage just now; it was a kind of acupressure technique," Shirakawa Natsumi said fabricatedly.
Jiang Enhui's expression changed visibly. Thinking back to how she couldn't move when he massaged her earlier, and considering that Bai Chuanxia's symptoms did indeed occur in her, she couldn't help but believe him a little.
Shirakawa Natsumi pouted, thinking to herself, "That's it. Kang Eunhye is a workaholic. Any office worker would have those symptoms she just mentioned."
After spending these few hours together, Shirakawa Natsumi has gradually figured out Kang Eunhye's personality.
She is tactful, worldly-wise, and willing to go all out. She is flexible and adaptable, as evidenced by her willingness to pull people away on the street.
She's a strong, independent woman who, judging by her age, probably started working before she was even 18. She has a mysterious fascination with higher education.
But I'm a bit superstitious about Traditional Chinese Medicine and acupressure.
She was unlike any of the women he had met before.
Hashimoto Arina is a goddess with a perfect personality, while Jingu Nao is a girl who loves purely.
The woman in front of him, Jiang Enhui, seemed more like an ordinary person.
A beautiful, ordinary woman who has worked hard to make her way in the world.
"Don't worry, you can wear low heels later," Shirakawa Natsumi said casually. "I do know a little about traditional Chinese medicine."
"Tch, ugly brat, don't act like an adult in front of your seniors." Jiang Enhui pouted, "Come on, I'll take you to the massage room."
Shirakawa Natsu shrugged and was led by Kang Eunhye to a small, simply decorated room.
The room is small, with a white medical bed in the middle that can be adjusted to three different positions.
Beside the bed was a medical cart, which was filled with various bottles and jars.
There is also a bathroom next to it that is no smaller than the room.
The lighting is white, so it looks quite professional.
"Just wait here." Jiang Enhui pointed to the medical cart. "Take a look around at these care products. There are instructions on the bottles. If you don't understand, just Google them. These are all legitimate care products. I'll bring the person over in about half an hour."
"Okay, I understand." Shirakawa Natsu nodded and reached out to pick up the skincare products to look at them.
Seeing the serious expression on her face, Jiang Enhui nodded in satisfaction and added, "No matter what kind of request the customer makes, you don't have to agree, but you must remember that they are God."
"Mm." Shirakawa Natsu nodded again. His meaning was clear: whatever he wanted to do with the customer was between him and the customer, and the store wouldn't interfere.
Jiang Enhui left satisfied, leaving Bai Chuanxia alone in the room. He casually picked up the skincare products and looked at them.
There are more than thirty kinds of jars of different sizes here, each with a different function.
It made his scalp tingle, and in the end he only found a few bottles that looked like essential oils.
With the Yellow Hair Massage Technique, there's no need for these strange things to make customers feel good.
Shirakawa Natsu found a few bottles of essential oils, then ignored everything else and idly looked around the room.
The room may look simple, but it has been decorated with many unique designs, so it doesn't look monotonous at all.
Hiding a camera or something similar is also very simple.
Bai Chuanxia paused for a moment when he thought of this. He picked up his phone, switched to Yan Guo, and downloaded a testing app.
Then, he picked up his phone, pretended to take a selfie, struck a few poses, and used the camera to take pictures of himself in the room.
The camera was pointed at the right corner of the room, where a faint red light could be seen.
"Wow." Shirakawa Natsu took two more selfies and then put her phone away.
The outside world is not to be taken lightly, even though he never intended to actually be with a rich woman from the beginning.
Jiang Enhui is not as innocent as she seems.
However, none of this concerned him. After waiting in the room for another ten minutes, there was a knock on the door.
Shirakawa Natsu immediately stood up and stood respectfully to the side, after all, she had already received the money.
The door was pushed open, and Jiang Enhui walked in front, followed by a woman whose age was difficult to discern.
The reason you can't tell her age is because she has a mature demeanor, yet she takes very good care of herself.
Her skin is like that of a girl in her twenties.
A smile played on her lips as she openly scrutinized Shirakawa Natsu, as if she were sizing up her prey.
"This is Ms. Yuzuriha Yu, our valued customer," Jiang Enhui said, pointing to the woman. "Please make sure to serve her well."
“Okay.” Shirakawa Natsu’s voice was respectful. As long as the money was right, he was very professional.
"His name is Shirakawa Natsumi, he's new here. Miss Yuzuriha, if there's anything you're not satisfied with, please let me know." After bowing ninety degrees to her, Jiang Enhui glared at Shirakawa Natsumi, made a gesture as if to deduct her wages, and then slowly left the room, closing the door behind her.
Shirakawa Natsu noticed that Kang Eunhye had changed her high heels into low-heeled sandals. Although wearing black stockings and sandals was a bit strange, she was being very obedient, not stubborn.
Only Shirakawa Natsu and Yuzuriha Yu remained in the room.
He was still thinking about how to bring it up.
Yuzuriha smiled and said, "May I call you Natsu-kun?"
"Well, you can call me Miss Yuzuriha as you like," Shirakawa Natsumi said with a smile. As expected of a rich woman looking for excitement, she was really proactive.
“But it’s too formal for me to call you Xia Jun and you to call me Miss Yuzuriha.” Yuzuriha smiled and said, “I should be a little older than you. If you don’t mind, just call me Sister Yu.”
“Okay, Yu-jie.” Shirakawa Natsumi smiled and pointed to the medical bed: “You can lie down on it.”
“Okay, Natsuki.” Yuzuriha smiled and sat down on the medical bed, but did not lie down as he had suggested.
Instead, her eyes crinkled into crescent moons as she smiled: "Xia Jun is a professional masseur, that much is undeniable, but I'm still a little nervous about being massaged by someone of the opposite sex. Could you tell me the massage procedure?"
Shirakawa Natsumi's expression froze for a moment. He had originally thought these rich women were just there for fun, but they turned out to be quite serious.
Moreover, she is polite and has a nice smile, making it easy for people to like her.
Knowing there were security cameras in the room, Shirakawa Natsu was quite happy to have a proper massage client and quickly said, "I'll massage your spine first to relieve your fatigue, Yu-jie."
"I see." Yuzuriha Yu was dressed very elegantly and hesitated, "But I'll feel a little shy if a man touches my spine directly. How about we start with something normal? That way I can get used to it gradually."
"I see." Shirakawa Natsu thought what she said made a lot of sense and asked, "Where should we begin?"
Yuzuriha reached out and took one of his hands, then, under Shirakawa Natsu's strange gaze, extended it along his thigh and inside: "Let's start here."
"..." Shirakawa Natsu felt the mud on her fingers. Good heavens, it was completely bare, and why did it look like it had been flooded? "Shouldn't fear and shyness start with the hands or feet first?"
Yuzuriha Yu smiled and said, "Once you like Natsu-kun massaging this area, you won't feel shy about massaging your spine anymore."
Shirakawa Natsumi's lips twitched. What this woman said made so much sense that he couldn't refute it.
Before he could think of an excuse...
Yuzuriha lifted one foot and stretched the instep between his legs: "Natsu-kun, if you want to massage my feet, that won't stop you. You can use this spot to massage them too."
Shirakawa Natsumi remained expressionless, stepped back slightly, and said softly, "Yu-nee, please have some self-respect."
Jingu Nao just left. He's a man of principle and would never be tempted by just any woman.
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There was only a man and a woman in the room, and the air was filled with an alluring atmosphere.
"What position does Natsumi like?" Yuzuriha spread her legs, her short skirt riding up slightly, revealing a bit of the edge of her underwear.
"Um, Yu-jie, you can just lie down on it." Shirakawa Natsumi had a fake business smile on her face as she pointed to the massage chair: "I can adjust the angle myself. We offer a professional massage."
Yuzuriha smiled gently, no longer teasing Shirakawa Natsumi, and generously unbuttoned her clothes, her long skirt sliding down her long legs to the ground.
She pulled down her underwear, spread her hands apart, and placed them in front of Shirakawa Natsu, laughing, "Natsu-kun, this is all your fault."
There was a noticeable dark stain in the middle of the black lace openwork panties.
Shirakawa Natsumi pouted. He had seen flirtatious people before, but this was the first time he had seen someone so brazenly flirtatious.
I used to think that the infatuated women in comics were all artistic creations, but wow, they're actually realistic.
All he needs to do at this moment is keep smiling.
There's a camera in the corner; who knows who's recording it there? He doesn't want his body being filmed and watched.
Yuzuriha Yu saw that he kept smiling, but she wasn't annoyed. Her eyes crinkled into crescent moons as she smiled, giving off a strange feeling that the more respectable a person was, the more aroused they became.
He turned around and lay face down on the massage chair, then picked up an eye mask from the side and put it on.
"Phew..." Shirakawa Natsu let out a long breath. It was not easy to control the recoil when encountering such a sexy and beautiful older sister.
A mature and slender female body lay before her. Shirakawa Natsu reached out and poured what looked like an essential oil skincare product onto her hands. A cool sensation and a viscous, silky feel washed over her skin.
A faint floral scent wafts from the essential oil, wafting into the nose; it smells wonderful.
It felt completely different from when he used lubricant before.
Expensive things are expensive for a reason.
Taking a deep breath, she placed her hands on the mature skin beneath her; Yuzuriha's back had clearly been carefully cared for.
She is clearly a mature married woman with the skin of a peach, yet her skin is as smooth and delicate as a young girl's.
Looking at such a perfect back, he felt an urge to get cupping therapy.
I took a few deep breaths to calm myself down, then placed my hands on her back, thumbs pressing against her spine.
Following the techniques in his mind, he began to perform the Yellow Hair Massage Technique.
The thumb uses a special force to slide down along both sides of the spine.
This is tantamount to pressing on a woman's clitoris.
But the imagined groan did not escape from this mature body.
Yuzuriha Yuu felt completely relaxed, as if he were simply giving a regular massage.
"Uh." Shirakawa Natsu was taken aback, and after a moment's recollection, she realized that she had indeed performed the Yellow Hair Massage Technique.
His hands, coated with essential oil, moved downwards, finally reaching the area near his tailbone, rotating in a specific rhythm.
Yuzuriha Yu remained smiling, lying quietly with no visible reaction on her face.
"Strange," Shirakawa Natsu muttered to herself, carefully running the back of her hand across her pubic bone, only to find it completely muddy.
This discovery confirmed to him that Yuzuriha Yu's body was reacting strongly.
But she didn't show it.
Could it be that the woman beneath him has a very strong will, strong enough to suppress her physical abnormalities without showing them?
Shirakawa Natsumi secretly became curious.
"What's Xia-kun's major?" Yuzuriha Yu suddenly asked.
“Uh, ah, I majored in literature.” Shirakawa Natsumi was taken aback, and answered instinctively.
"Wow~ Literature major, it must be so romantic." Yuzuriha Yu laughed, "I'm so envious. I've also thought about applying to Tokyo University, but I have to take care of the family business. But I've always valued a sense of ritual."
"Yeah, Yu-nee must be working really hard," Shirakawa Natsu replied casually.
He was amazed that Yuzuriha could remain unmoved under the blond-haired man's massage technique; he had never seen such willpower before.
Suddenly, a cell phone rang from one of the handbags.
"Natsu-kun, could you please help me get my phone?" Yuzuriha Yu didn't remove her blindfold, remaining calmly lying there: "It might be something important."
Shirakawa Natsu hesitated for a second, his hands rubbing her soft pelvic area, his hands covered in the slippery scent of essential oil. In addition to the faint fragrance of essential oil, there was also the smell of her body's lubricant in the air. But the customer is always right, so he immediately replied, "Okay, Sister Yu."
He quickly opened the handbag next to him, rummaged around inside for a while, and took out his phone.
He noticed various packaging of contraceptive T-shirts next to his phone, and wow, they were all styles he'd never seen before.
It comes in granular, ring-shaped, and many other types.
He glanced at it briefly, then quickly closed the phone and handed it to Yuzuriha Yu.