NTR Massage Parlour: A Wellness Technique Guide

The hours blurred into a frantic sequence of pleasure. They moved from missionary on the silk sheets to a high-energy doggy style.

Then they experimented with gravity, trying out positions they'd never even heard about, the hot-tub pretzel, the deep cowboy reverse, and the dizzying vertical stand against the wall. He worshipped her with his mouth, and she returned the favor, her appetite for him proving truly boundless.

They fucked until the room was drenched in sweat and the sheets were a tangled ruin. They only stopped when the first pale light of dawn began to peek through the window, finally falling asleep in a sticky, exhausted embrace.

When Yohan woke up the next morning, he found Helen already fully dressed in her crisp police uniform. Seeing her like this was startling, it was like looking at a completely different person.

It would be impossible for anyone to believe this composed, professional woman was the same person who had been screaming his name and begging him to pound her just a few hours ago.

"Good morning," she said with a bright smile as she sat down beside him on the edge of the bed.

"Good morning. Were you waiting for me to wake up?" he asked, a brief flash of concern that he had made her late.

"Yes, but it's fine. You worked so hard last night that I didn't want to wake you up," she chuckled softly, the memory of the night briefly softening her official demeanor.

"Here," she said, handing him a simple business card.

"When you go to get your license, call this person. He works there. If you tell him that I sent you, he'll try to make everything easier for you," she explained.

Yohan accepted the card, the gesture a clear sign of her influence. "Thanks," he said, tucking it away.

"And there is one more thing I wanted to talk to you about," she added, her tone suddenly becoming a bit softer and uncertain.

"Hmm, what is it?" he asked, sitting up to face her fully, his interest piqued.

"The thing is…" now she seemed to be struggling to even form the words. "I want you to move in with me."

"Huh?" His eyes widened in surprise.

"Y-you don't have to if you don't want to… I just wanted to see you more often… and live with you…" she explained frantically, her timid expression making her look less like a hardened officer and more like a young girl confessing to her crush.

"I'm sorry, Helen, but I'm not ready to move out of my house just yet. Leaving my aunt and cousin alone right after my uncle was arrested might end up straining our relationship even more," he explained gently.

"Right now, they might still be blaming me for my uncle's arrest…"

"But it isn't your fault," she cut in, her voice firming slightly.

"Yes, I know. I just don't want them to think that way," he reiterated.

"Okay," she said sadly, her earlier enthusiasm deflating.

"But I promise we'll talk about it again. In the meantime, we can just enjoy each other's company," he reassured her. He leaned in closer and planted a soft, comforting kiss on her lips.

The kiss quickly deepened, evolving from tender to wet and hungry. Their arms immediately wrapped around each other until Yohan pulled away.

"I should get ready so that you can go to work,"

"Yes, you are right," she replied as if she only just remembered that she even had to go to work.

She dropped Yohan off at home before driving off.

When Yohan entered the house his Aunt was in the living room.

"Good morning," he greeted,

"Good morning… Was that the same woman from the other day, the police officer?" She asked, clearly referring to the car that dropped him off.

Yohan wondered why she was even interested in the first place,

"Yeah, why?" he responded.

"Nothing…" She didn't explain any further.

He was about to head inside before he remembered something else,

"Oh, I almost forgot to hand this to you," he handed her a file.

"What is this?" She asked before pulling out the papers. It was the title deed to the house her husband had given to the loan shark as collateral.

Her eyes widened in shock, disbelief etching her face. "Why are you giving me this?"

"Because it's yours," he said simply.

"B-but I thought you wanted the house?" Her voice was thin with confusion.

"I only wanted it because Uncle wanted to kick me out. There's no need for me to take it now," he explained.

Vivian struggled to process the document in her hands. "Does this mean you've paid off the loan?"

"Yes," Yohan confirmed.

She looked even more stunned. "Did you sell the massage parlor?! If you did, then I can't accept this from you. If you sacrificed your shop, then you should keep the house. Cassie and I would be fine just having a place to stay," she insisted, ready to hand the file back.

"You shouldn't worry about that. I didn't sell the shop," he reassured her.

"Then how did you do it?" she pressed, her eyebrows raised finding it hard to believe.

"I have my ways. Just accept it as a gift from me," he said, his tone final. "I've always appreciated everything you do for me, so this is my own little way of saying thank you."

He then added, softening his voice, "And also, the money for Cassie's tuition that Uncle lost? I'll give you what you need to complete it. Don't worry, things are going to get a whole lot easier from now on." He gave her a warm, reassuring smile before turning and heading toward his room.

Vivian was left standing there dumfounded, she was wondering if she had actually woken up this morning she was still dreaming. She flipped through the papers looking to see if it was actually real.

The money was more than a hundred thousand, and to think he paid it off just like that. All of a sudden the car parked outside started to make sense.

It was then she finally realized that Yohan was on a whole different level.