Chapter 1

My best friend recommended this place, so I tried an oil massage for the first time.

The massage therapist was a young man with solid muscles.

He was tall and strong.

When his hands touched my body, I couldn't help but tremble a little.

He smiled and whispered, "Relax, just enjoy it."

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My husband and I have been married for years.

Lately, I've noticed he has absolutely no interest in me.

We only got married after being set up on a blind date, so there wasn't a deep emotional connection.

But for me, once you're married, you should be committed to the relationship and the family.

My husband had always acted like a perfect gentleman. He was a charming man.

Even though he was twenty years older than me, my family always said he was mature and stable.

I thought we could have a loving life together, but reality slapped me hard in the face.

I was miserable. My husband started staying out all night.

And here I was, a thirty-year-old woman, with desires that weren't being met. I felt like I was going to explode.

Sometimes, when I saw couples being affectionate on the street, a fire would burn inside me. It was agonizing.

I wished I was the woman in that man’s arms.

I knew these thoughts were wrong, but my basic sense of morality held me back.

I couldn't just go out and find a lover like my husband did.

If my family found out, they would kill me.

After my best friend learned about my troubles, she recommended this massage parlor.

“You’re always saying your husband doesn’t come home and you haven’t slept in the same room for ages. The therapists there are amazing. You’ll definitely enjoy it.”

When she recommended it, I was a little hesitant.

In my mind, places like this weren't exactly respectable.

But my friend told me that once I tried it, I'd be hooked.

With her suggestive hints, I finally gritted my teeth and walked in today.

The moment I stepped inside, the dim, romantic lighting made me feel dizzy.

I was a bit lost.

I only came to my senses when a beautiful receptionist led me into a small room.

The room was very simple, with just a small bed inside.

I waited anxiously for the therapist to arrive.

When he walked in, my heart skipped a beat.

This was my first time getting an oil massage, and I never expected a male therapist.

He looked to be in his mid-twenties, tall and well-built, with healthy, tan skin and a sharp buzz cut. He was very masculine.

It was my first time here, so I just stood there awkwardly after he entered.

I felt his eyes scan me from head to toe, and I nervously tugged at my short skirt.

"Hi, I'm Leo. Here are your clothes. Please change. The changing room is over here."

He smiled and handed me the outfit. I took it and went into the changing room.

When I was about to change, I realized it was a bikini-style outfit, and the material was strange, almost like paper.

I took a deep breath, my hands shaking as I put it on. I told myself to calm down, to pretend I was at a swimming pool.

A moment later, I slowly walked out.

I could feel his gaze on me, hot and intense.

I whispered, "This outfit… it feels like it's made of paper."

Wearing the paper bikini, there was nothing to hold back my large chest.

He smiled and explained, "That's right. It makes the oil massage easier. Please lie down."

He took out a bottle of massage oil. I looked at it curiously.

He explained, "All our essential oils are specially blended to relax the nerves and moisturize the skin."

He opened the cap for me to smell. It was a rich scent of roses.

He poured the oil onto my body. The cool sensation made me flinch instinctively.

He let out a soft laugh.

"Is this your first time getting an oil massage?"

I blushed and nodded. "Yes... a friend recommended it."