“If it happens again this time… then I’m really a gay who reacts to men’s bodies.”
After closing the locker, Jae-min leaned his head against the door and muttered with a sigh.
It wasn’t that he particularly hated homosexuality. But since he was someone who had never once in his life thought his sexual orientation might be that way, his head was complicated.
As Jae-min was groaning with his forehead pressed against the locker, a knock sounded. Then Cheol-hui’s voice was heard.
“The patient has moved to the treatment room. Oh, his name is Lee Dong-gyu.”
“Yes, I’ll be there.”
Letting out another deep sigh as if the ground would cave in, Jae-min opened the changing room door and came out.
Going to the treatment room, this patient was in a different partition from the one Hyun-woong usually used. The curtain was drawn on the opposite side from the space he’d entered last time.
“I’m coming in.”
“Y-yes!”
Since there was no need to particularly disguise his voice, Jae-min spoke normally. In response to the calmly delivered words, a man’s reply came back with obvious nervousness. Jae-min opened the curtain and stepped inside. Like Hyun-woong, there was a man lying down with an eye mask on and his upper body bare. Jae-min quickly scanned his body with his eyes.
‘His body is good, but…’
He’d heard from the beginning that this illness was popular among men who exercised hard and had well-developed chest muscles. Like the rumor, this patient named Lee Dong-gyu also had a good body. His abs were quite distinct and he had no excess fat.
But his build and height were smaller than Hyun-woong’s. And crucially, his chest was smaller compared to Hyun-woong’s. It wasn’t flat enough to say so, but anyway, unlike Hyun-woong’s chest, it wasn’t big enough to make you think milk could come out just from looking at it.
‘Does anything even come out of that?’
Jae-min, tilting his head, shrugged his shoulders and approached the bed.
“I’ll start the massage right away.”
Jae-min reached out and pressed the hard chest with his fingertips. Even with a light touch, he could feel it was tightly knotted. Befitting a patient coming to the clinic for the first time today, it seemed he was suffering from milk congestion. He flinched sharply.
“Huk!”
“It hurts, right? Relax your body.”
Now his hands moved on their own without having to try hard to recall the massage techniques he’d learned from senior staff. It seemed he’d gotten used to it from dealing with Hyun-woong.
When gripping Hyun-woong’s chest, he had to spread his hand wide enough that his fingers ached. But with Dong-gyu, it wasn’t bad for massage without spreading that much.
“Ugh, ngh…”
Every time he pressed the chest, he could see Dong-gyu clenching his teeth tightly. Jae-min glanced at him and silently pressed and kneaded the chest.
Enough to feel a bit bored, Jae-min didn’t feel any disturbance. Certainly at the beginning he’d kept suspecting this might be a massage parlor, but now it really felt like a wholesome physical therapy office. He massaged the patient’s chest like he was giving his parents a shoulder massage.
With the characteristically indifferent expression of an office worker, Jae-min diligently kneaded Dong-gyu’s chest for the allotted time. The firm pecs loosened softly as time passed. Jae-min removed his hands and took off his gloves.
“All done. Good work.”
“Uh, is it over with just the massage?”
“Since you came for the first time today, nothing will come out right away. You won’t be getting milked before you leave.”
Listening to the matter-of-fact explanation, Dong-gyu felt his own chest.
“B-but the pain is much better! Thank you.”
“Yes, then I’ll be going…”
“Will you be taking care of me next time too?”
The title of “Instructor” heard from someone other than Hyun-woong was also awkward, and the question about whether they’d see each other again also felt subtle.
Jae-min wasn’t completely oblivious. Especially in the case of people who openly showed interest, he quickly grasped the intent behind their words and actions. He felt a subtle emotion from this man right now.
When he stayed silent without saying anything, Dong-gyu added:
“Ah, because you gave such a good massage.”
“It’s not a system where you can specifically request someone when making a reservation. If we see each other again, I’ll diligently massage you then too.”
Jae-min replied in a kind tone and gripped the curtain edge.
“I’ll head out first. Finish tidying up and come out.”
Jae-min, who pulled the curtain open with a swoosh, came outside. Closing the curtain behind him, he moved his steps steadily. As he walked, he thought about the chest he’d just kneaded hard.
‘I didn’t feel anything.’
The corners of Jae-min’s mouth rose slightly. Pride welled up in himself for being indifferent and truly just doing ‘work.’
‘Right, I wasn’t a guy who’s crazy about men’s chests!’
He’d been worried he might get an erection while massaging this time too. He’d thought he was a guy crazy for women’s huge breasts, but what if he was a person who just needed huge breasts regardless of gender?
Jae-min clenched his fist. Relief filled his chest achingly.
‘It’s not that I react to men’s bodies, it’s just… it was fun to torment Kang Hyun-woong. I’m not a pervert, I just have a strong mischievous streak…’
Jae-min, who didn’t even recognize that getting an erection from hearing Hyun-woong’s voice while tormenting him was a problem to begin with, smirked. Lost in his own thoughts as he walked steadily, he found himself standing in front of the lobby before he knew it. Cheol-hui, who had been staring at Jae-min from the desk, opened his mouth.
“Jae-min.”
“Huk, yes?”
“Why are you smiling? Did something good happen?”
Only then noticing his loosely relaxed facial muscles, Jae-min went “huk” and rubbed his cheeks with his hands.
“Ah, no. Just… Why did you call me?”
“Patient Kang Hyun-woong’s next appointment is scheduled. You’ll come to work then, right?”
Cheol-hui held up the schedule with Hyun-woong’s name written in. Watching Cheol-hui tap and point with the pen tip, Jae-min nodded.
“Yes, I’ll come then! Wait, when exactly?”
“He originally inquired for the day after tomorrow, but that day’s fully booked, so I scheduled it for three days from now.”
“Yes, understood!”
Jae-min grinned. He recalled Hyun-woong watching the presentation with a blunt attitude and finishing the report. Just imagining that guy—who flaunted a terrifying presence with just his black clothes and huge build—groaning while clutching his chest swollen and puffy from accumulated milk made his stomach tickle.
‘It’ll flow out again, right? I should squeeze him properly this time too.’
His motivation surged. He even thought that since he was working this hard, Uncle should raise his salary. Jae-min covered his mouth with his hand and tried hard to suppress his laughter.
“You seem to match well with this patient.”
“What?”
At Cheol-hui’s words that came then, Jae-min flinched in surprise and lowered his arm. Cheol-hui was looking at the PC screen at the desk with an expressionless face no different from usual. Jae-min smiled awkwardly and waved his hand.
“Oh come on, we don’t even see each other’s faces and don’t really have proper conversations, so how could there be matching or not matching?”
“Still, there are people you feel match particularly well when massaging. As a massage staff member, there are chests that fit particularly well in your hands, and for patients too, there are masseuse hands that feel particularly refreshing.”
“I-is that so?”
“Yes, patient Kang Hyun-woong gave you a perfect score on the satisfaction survey.”
Cheol-hui suddenly showed him papers organized in a file. Jae-min’s eyes widened.
“Satisfaction survey?”
“We conduct patient satisfaction surveys every time. If there are any complaints, we take immediate action.”
“But he gave me a perfect score?”
His pupils shook wildly. Numerous satisfaction deduction factors passed through Jae-min’s mind. Using expressions that give shame while kneading the chest, doing strange things saying he’d bring out inverted nipples, not just touching the chest but… even touching the cock.
There were too many things to be guilty about. It was stranger not to receive complaints when everything was complaint-worthy, yet he was satisfied. Looking at Jae-min scanning the satisfaction survey with a disbelieving expression, Cheol-hui shrugged and just closed the file.
“He really gave you a perfect score. He had no complaints either.”
Cheol-hui put the file in a drawer, then pushed up the glasses that had slid down slightly along the bridge of his nose with his index finger.
“I guess Kang Hyun-woong’s chest and Jae-min’s hands have good compatibility.”
At the indifferent words, Jae-min felt as if something had dropped with a thud on his left chest. Gulping down saliva, Jae-min removed his hands that had been resting on the desk.
“I-I’ll get ready to leave.”
He hurried to the changing room. Opening the locker door, he quickly changed clothes and gathered all his belongings.
“Have a good evening!”
Coming back outside and giving an awkward greeting to Cheol-hui, Jae-min moved his steps almost at a run.
The things you say, Cheol-Hui