NTR Massage Parlour: A Wellness Technique Guide

When Yohan entered his room, his eyes immediately caught the Wellness Technique Guide sitting on his table.

"What's this doing out here?" he muttered.

He was certain he had hidden the book perfectly inside his box.

'Did Cassie move it?'

He picked up the book and flipped through the pages. Nothing seemed different — the same mystic wellness mixtures, herbal oils, and anatomical diagrams filled its pages.

He frowned and went to check the box. Everything was exactly as he left it. The clothes he'd used to conceal the book hadn't been disturbed, not even slightly.

If Cassie had taken it out, she hadn't done anything else. Still, the thought unsettled him.

He slipped the book into a new hiding spot — wedged between the bed and the frame — and sat down, staring at it for a moment before letting out a quiet sigh.

He went to bed, and after what felt like only a short while, morning had already come.

The house was unusually quiet — almost too quiet. Not a sound came from the kitchen; his aunt didn't call him for breakfast, and Cassie hadn't appeared either.

Yohan sighed and stepped outside, locking the door behind him.

That's when he saw it — a black Mercedes-Benz parked right in front of the house.

"What the... what's this doing here?" he muttered.

As if on cue, a man in a black suit stepped out of the car.

"Excuse me, are you Yohan Choi?"

"Yes… is there a problem?"

"No, sir. I just need your signature to complete the delivery."

"Delivery?" Yohan blinked. "But I never ordered a car… unless I started shopping in my dreams."

The man smiled politely and handed him a clipboard. The car was brand new — one of the latest luxury models, with a sleek design and leather seats still wrapped in plastic.

"It was purchased under the name Helen Carter," the man added.

Yohan froze for a second. Helen? That woman was unpredictable, but this... this was something he didn't even expect from her.

After the man left, Yohan immediately called her.

"Hey baby!" Helen's voice rang with excitement. "Did you get the gift I sent you?"

"Yeah… thanks," he said, still stunned. "But Helen, I never asked for a car."

"You didn't have to ask," Helen said smoothly. "I told you I'd get you whatever you need. I'm at work right now, but come over later… and don't even think about driving it until you've gotten your license."

"Okay…" Yohan muttered before the call ended.

At the precinct, a few officers who had overheard Helen's tone looked at one another in disbelief.

"Did the deputy just… talk sweetly to someone?" a young female officer whispered.

"I think so," one of the guys said, still processing it.

Another sighed dramatically. "Whoever that guy is, he's lucky as hell. You know she's probably spoiling him rotten with her ex-husband's money."

"Not just that," the first guy added with a low groan, "he probably gets to have her anytime he wants, just imagine if you could"

The other guy nodded in agreement, "I'll do anything if she would just let me taste her feet—"

"—Shut up," the woman snapped before he could finish. "You're both disgusting. She's not even that pretty," there was obvious jealousy in her tone,

"You're just a pair of horny idiots, I'll report you two,"

"Come on, Sally," one of them stammered, "we were just joking—"

"What are you both doing here?"

The air froze. Helen's cold voice sliced clean through the room like a blade.

The two men stiffened immediately, their faces draining of color as the deputy's heels clicked sharply against the tiled floor

"Get back to work, this instant," Helen barked.

The officers scattered immediately, each pretending to be busy with something—anything—to avoid her glare.

Back at Yohan's house, he slid into the driver's seat of the new car. The interior gleamed with sleek panels and a state-of-the-art dashboard.

'This car must have cost a fortune'

It was something he could've easily afforded if he really wanted to, but the thought had never occurred to him.

He started the engine, it purred softly, smooth and powerful.

"I'd love to take it for a spin," he murmured, "but I should probably wait until I get my license. Last thing I need is trouble."

He chuckled, shaking his head. "But who in their right mind buys a car for someone they've only known for a few days?"

A grin spread across his face. "That woman really is something."

He stepped out, locked the car, and headed off to work.

Inside the house, Vivian had just come out of her room when she caught sight of him leaving. She lingered by the window, watching as he disappeared down the street, then turned her gaze toward the gleaming black Mercedes parked in front.

After a moment, curiosity got the better of her. She stepped outside, approaching the car cautiously. It was easily worth more than their family's white sedan, far more.

Pressing her face lightly against the window, she peered inside.

"What was Yohan doing in a car like this?" she muttered, frowning in disbelief.

Yohan arrived at the shop a short while later and immediately noticed Mia waiting outside, her face pale with worry.

"Mia," he called, hurrying toward her. "Are you okay?"

Before she could answer, the door to the massage parlour opened.

An old man stepped out, small and frail-looking, but with an air of smug confidence. A big fat man in a black coat followed closely behind him. Between them was Remi, her eyes were downcast, and she looked visibly shaken.

Yohan's jaw tightened the moment he recognized the old man.

Hatoru.

"What the hell are you doing here?" he snapped.

Hatoru smiled thinly, leaning on his cane. "I'm only here for a massage. Surely that's not a crime, is it?"

His gaze shifted toward the women, and his grin widened. "You have such pretty girls working for you, Yohan. That one isn't really my type," he gestured lazily toward Mia, "but this one—" he tugged Remi closer by the arm, "—this one is lovely. A delicate face like hers should be cherished."

Yohan's hands clenched into fists.

Hatoru's eyes glinted with amusement as he slid his hand around Remi's waist. "I'm thinking of taking her with me," he said casually, "perhaps make her one of my wives."