Chapter 138

After the massage, Shirakawa Natsu withdrew his hands and asked Kang Eun-hye, who was covering her mouth with her hand, “How does the boss feel?”

Kang Eun-hye’s cheeks were flushed, and she straightened her back, stubbornly saying, “Just average, it’ll do for dealing with customers.”

“Hmph.” Shirakawa Natsu chuckled twice. For this kind of behavior where she says it’s average after pulling up her pants, as long as the money was right, he couldn’t be bothered to expose her.

The flush on Kang Eun-hye’s face gradually faded, and she slowly calmed down. She checked the time and said, “It’s about time. Let’s go to the lobby to greet them.”

“Mm.” Shirakawa Natsu nodded, watching Kang Eun-hye put on her clothes and fix her hair, instantly transforming into a strong, capable woman. He suddenly said, “Actually, things like academic qualifications aren’t that important.”

Kang Eun-hye glanced at him, crossed her arms, and rolled her eyes dramatically. “A top student from Tokyo University saying that—are you mocking me?”

“…” Shirakawa Natsu thought this older sister was really sharp-tongued. Were all Koreans this argumentative, or was it just her?

Such a pretty face, wasted.

Shirakawa Natsu didn’t bother saying anything more and followed her out of the office.

Along the way, they encountered female staff in nursing uniforms, who all bowed to them. “Director Kang.”

Their eyes occasionally stole glances at Shirakawa Natsu, seemingly quite interested in this handsome new colleague.

“The massage is the last part of the customer’s experience.” Kang Eun-hye walked ahead in her high heels, saying, “When you finish massaging her, there’s a bathing area in the room. If she invites you to help her bathe, you can accept or decline. We won’t interfere, but there’s usually a tip. After all, we’re a legitimate beauty salon.”

“I think a legitimate beauty salon wouldn’t keep emphasizing how legitimate it is.” Shirakawa Natsu’s gaze drifted to her high heels.

Kang Eun-hye’s heels were higher than most women’s, making a “click-clack” sound as she walked.

This gave her an even more mature, commanding aura.

“Hey, where are you looking?” Kang Eun-hye turned her head, a teasing smile curling at the corner of her mouth. “Do you like the look of your older sister’s feet?”

As she spoke, she placed one hand on her waist and slightly bent one foot, striking a pose.

Ever since entering the office, she’d been feeling outmaneuvered by this seemingly shy young man, and it had been grating on her.

Noticing him looking at her feet, she instantly regained a bit of confidence.

Black stockings, high heels, delicate feet—devastatingly effective against a young man.

“Your heels are slightly deformed.” Shirakawa Natsu looked at her feet and said, “You should be experiencing knee arthritis, along with pain and swelling. Before long, it’ll also cause damage to your spine and lumbar region.”

He finished and looked up at Kang Eun-hye. “Not everyone’s body is suited to wearing this type of high heel.”

“Y-you… don’t talk nonsense.” Kang Eun-hye’s expression flickered with panic, clearly trying to feign composure.

“I know a bit of traditional Chinese medicine. You should have felt it during the massage earlier—that was an acupressure technique.” Shirakawa Natsu made it up on the spot.

Kang Eun-hye’s expression visibly changed. Recalling how her body had been unable to move during his massage, combined with the symptoms Shirakawa Natsu described that she had indeed experienced, she couldn’t help but believe him a little.

Shirakawa Natsu curled his lip, thinking, *Is that all?* Kang Eun-hye was a workaholic, and the symptoms he’d just listed were common to any corporate drone.

After spending these few hours together, Shirakawa Natsu had gradually figured out Kang Eun-hye’s personality.

She was tactful in handling situations, well-versed in social graces, and willing to go all out—able to bend and stretch, as evidenced by her daring to approach people on the street.

A strong, capable woman. By his estimate, she must have started hustling before the age of 18, and she had a mysterious reverence for high academic qualifications.

But she was a bit superstitious about things like traditional Chinese medicine and acupressure.

She was different from any woman he’d met before.

Hashimoto Arina was a goddess with a perfect personality, while Kamimiya Nao was a pure-hearted girl who loved wholeheartedly.

The Kang Eun-hye before him, however, was more like an ordinary person.

A beautiful, ordinary woman who relied on her own efforts to navigate the harsh realities of society.

“Don’t worry, just switch to lower heels in the future, and it’ll be fine.” Shirakawa Natsu said casually, “I do know a thing or two about traditional Chinese medicine.”

“Tch, you cheeky brat. Don’t act all grown-up in front of your senior.” Kang Eun-hye curled her lip. “Hurry up, I’ll take you to the massage room.”

Shirakawa Natsu shrugged and followed Kang Eun-hye to a small, elegantly decorated room.

The room wasn’t large, with a white medical bed in the center that could be adjusted in three sections.

Beside the bed was a medical trolley, covered with an array of bottles and jars.

There was also a bathroom nearly as big as the room itself.

The lighting was white, giving it a fairly legitimate appearance.

“Just wait here,” Kang Eun-hye said, pointing to the medical trolley. “Familiarize yourself with these skincare products first. There are instructions on the bottles. If you can’t read them, use Google to search. All our products here are legitimate. I’ll bring the customer in about half an hour.”

“Alright, got it.” Shirakawa Natsu nodded, picking up a skincare product to examine it.

Seeing his serious expression, Kang Eun-hye nodded approvingly and added, “No matter what requests the customer makes of you, you can refuse, but you must remember: they are gods.”

“Mm.” Shirakawa Natsu nodded again. The implication was clear: whatever happened between him and the customer was their business, and the shop wouldn’t interfere.

Kang Eun-hye left satisfied, leaving Shirakawa Natsu alone in the room. He casually picked up a skincare product to look at.

There were over thirty jars of various sizes here, each with different functions.

It made his head spin, and in the end, he only picked out a few bottles that seemed to be essential oils.

With the Blonde Massage Technique, he didn’t need any of these odd concoctions to give the customer a satisfying experience.

After finding a few bottles of essential oil, Shirakawa Natsu ignored the rest. With nothing else to do, he glanced around the room.

The room appeared simple but had many design touches, so it didn’t feel monotonous overall.

If someone wanted to hide a camera or something, it would be easy.

At this thought, Shirakawa Natsu paused. He pulled out his phone, switched it to Chinese mode, and downloaded a detection app.

Then, pretending to take selfies, he struck a few poses and used the camera to scan the room.

When the camera pointed to the right corner of the room, a faint red light flickered.

“Well, well.” Shirakawa Natsu took a couple more selfies and put his phone away.

The outside world really didn’t allow for any carelessness, even though he’d never intended to cozy up to a wealthy woman from the start.

Kang Eun-hye wasn’t as innocent as she seemed either.

But none of that had anything to do with him. After waiting in the room for another ten minutes, there was a knock at the door.

Shirakawa Natsu immediately stood up and stood respectfully to the side—after all, he was being paid.

The door was pushed open, and Kang Eun-hye walked in first, followed by a woman whose age was hard to determine.

The reason her age was hard to determine was that, despite her mature demeanor, she was exceptionally well-preserved.

Her skin was like that of a woman in her twenties.

She wore a smile, her gaze unabashedly sizing up Shirakawa Natsu as if appraising her prey.

“This is Miss Yuraka Tsubaki, one of our esteemed customers,” Kang Eun-hye said, gesturing to the woman. “Please make sure to serve her well.”

“Of course,” Shirakawa Natsu replied respectfully. As long as the pay was sufficient, he was very professional.

“His name is Shirakawa Natsu, and he’s new here. Miss Tsubaki, if there’s anything you’re not satisfied with, please be sure to let me know.” Kang Eun-hye bowed deeply at a ninety-degree angle, then shot Shirakawa Natsu a glare and made a gesture as if docking his pay before slowly exiting the room and closing the door behind her.

Shirakawa Natsu noticed that Kang Eun-hye had already switched her high heels for low-heeled sandals. Though wearing black stockings with sandals looked a bit odd, at least she’d taken his advice—she just had to be stubborn about it.

Now, only Shirakawa Natsu and Yuraka Tsubaki remained in the room.

He was still thinking about how to start the conversation.

Yuraka Tsubaki had already smiled and spoken. “May I call you Natsu-kun?”

“Mm, whatever Miss Tsubaki finds comfortable,” Shirakawa Natsu replied with a smile. As expected of a wealthy woman seeking excitement, she was certainly proactive.

“But if I call you Natsu-kun and you call me Miss Tsubaki, isn’t that a bit too formal?” Yuraka Tsubaki smiled. “I’m probably a bit older than you. If you don’t mind, just call me Yura-nee.”

“Alright, Yura-nee.” Shirakawa Natsu smiled and pointed to the medical bed. “Please lie down here.”

“Okay, Natsu-kun.” Yuraka Tsubaki chuckled as she walked over and sat on the edge of the medical bed, but she didn’t lie down as he’d suggested.

Instead, her eyes curved into crescent moons. “Natsu-kun is a professional masseur—that’s beyond doubt. But being massaged by someone of the opposite sex still makes me a bit nervous. Could Natsu-kun explain the massage process to me?”

Shirakawa Natsu was momentarily stunned. He’d assumed these wealthy women were all here for fun, but she turned out to be unexpectedly proper.

And polite too, with a lovely smile that easily made a good impression.

Knowing there was surveillance in the room, Shirakawa Natsu was quite happy to encounter a customer who wanted a serious massage. He quickly said, “I’ll start by massaging your spine, Yura-nee, to relieve your fatigue.”

“I see.” Yuraka Tsubaki was dressed very luxuriously and hesitated. “But having someone of the opposite sex directly touch my spine makes me a bit shy. Why don’t we start with something more ordinary? That way, I can gradually get used to it.”

“That makes sense,” Shirakawa Natsu said, finding her reasoning sound. “Where should we start?”

Yuraka Tsubaki reached out, took one of his hands, and, under Shirakawa Natsu’s odd gaze, guided it along her thigh inward. “Let’s start here.”

“…” Shirakawa Natsu felt the dampness at his fingertips. *Good grief, she’s not wearing anything underneath, and why does it feel like a flood?* “If you’re nervous and shy, shouldn’t we start with the hands or feet?”

Yuraka Tsubaki smiled. “Once I enjoy Natsu-kun’s massage here, massaging my spine won’t feel so embarrassing anymore.”

Shirakawa Natsu’s mouth twitched. This woman’s logic was so sound he couldn’t even argue.

Before he could come up with an excuse.

Yuraka Tsubaki lifted one foot, pressing the top of it toward his groin. “If Natsu-kun wants to massage his sister’s feet, that works too. You can use this to massage them.”

Shirakawa Natsu’s expression went blank. He stepped back slightly and said softly, “Yura-nee, please behave yourself.”

Kamimiya Nao had just left, and he was a man of principle. He absolutely wouldn’t be tempted by just any woman who came along.