NTR Massage Parlour: A Wellness Technique Guide

"You don't have to be in such a rush, it's not like I have any client at the moment… plus if you go, when would you be able to hold up your part of the deal?" A small, mischievous grin slowly appeared on his face.

"My part of the deal?" she repeated, her cheeks flushed red because she already knew what he was talking about.

"Of course, we had a deal, remember?" Yohan said, his sinister thoughts almost revealing themselves just by the look in his eyes alone.

Olyvia looked away shyly and began mumbling, "Y-You see… I actually thought about it… a-and you know… I'm married and…"

"Olyvia, don't tell me you're going back on your word," Yohan forced himself to sound heartbroken and sad, not like he had to try too hard since he really was. To think Olyvia would actually try to back out from their agreement.

"You already know what I had to go through just to fulfill your request. I trusted you to keep your word, but if you don't plan on doing it, then I guess I can't force you," Yohan had never considered acting, but his performance was making him wonder if he really had a hidden talent.

"I guess I'll just live the rest of my life without trusting anyone ever again," he said, somehow forcing a tear drop out of his eye.

Olyvia stood there watching him. She was starting to look sad and concerned. His performance was clearly getting to her.

Excluding that, she really believed that she was the reason why everything happened, so maybe she owed Yohan some kind of payment.

"O-okay…" After a short while, she finally gave in. "I'll do it."

Yohan's mood immediately shifted back to normal.

"You actually will?!" he asked cheerfully.

"Yes, I promised… and it wouldn't be fair if I didn't hold up my end," she said.

Yohan let out a satisfied sigh; his acting wasn't for nothing.

"So… do I just take off my clothes?" Olyvia asked, her voice low and uncertain.

"Yes, go ahead…" Yohan replied, ready to watch her strip.

She gripped the hem of her shirt, but the feeling of Yohan looking at her made her hesitate. She couldn't just bring herself to take it off.

Yohan could see her internal struggle. "You don't have to if you don't want to. I'm seriously not trying to force you."

"No, I'll do it," she said confidently, but it was more like she was telling herself.

With slow, fluid motions, she took off her shirt to reveal a white bra.

She stood like that for a few seconds before she pulled down her skirt, leaving her with a set of white underwear.

Even as she stood like this, her body movements were uneasy. But she knew she wasn't done.

Her hand moved to the back and unhooked her bra. Her breasts dropped down slightly as they were freed from their restraints. Then she peeled off the bra to reveal two perfectly aligned nipples. They were pink with areolas that stretched out slightly more than normal.

Just from this sight alone, Yohan could immediately tell that she probably had very sensitive breasts. He couldn't wait to have those beautiful tits in his mouth.

'They'd taste so sweet,' his cock twitched in response. It was slowly starting to get hard, but he tried to control it.

'The final meal is yet to come.'

Olyvia's fingers hooked the sides of her panties. She hesitated even longer this time.

Yohan chose not to pressure her, but instead to wait patiently. He could see that she was considering it again, and to his luck, she finally began pulling it downwards.

She continued until it reached the ground, then she stepped to the side, leaving it there on the ground.

She stood there fully naked for Yohan to see.

Although her arm pressed against the side of her breasts slightly and hovered around her pussy, she didn't actively try to cover any part of her body.

Yohan could see everything, including the scanty pubic hair above her pussy.

"I-I'm done," she said timidly.

Her face was completely red, even spreading up onto her ear, while her heart continued to pound against her chest.

She was currently standing in front of a man naked. The only person that had ever seen her like this was her husband, and now Yohan.

"But Olyvia, I haven't seen the full picture."

"W-what do you mean?" she stuttered.

"I mean you would have to lie down and open your legs so I can see you clearly," he said.

"B-but that wasn't part of the deal…"

"I'm just saying if you want to do it, you should do it right," he shrugged

Olyvia considered it and decided that there was no point in resisting. If all he wanted was to see it clearly, she could easily show him.

But now her body was starting to get hot. Even as she laid on the massage bed, she could already feel the heat starting to gather in between her legs.

Stripping down for Yohan was starting to make her horny.

She laid down on her back and opened her legs slightly for him to see.

'I can't believe it, I'm actually getting to see Olyvia like this.'

Yohan could see directly into the eye of her pussy. His cock was already fully erect, pushing against his pants.

Olyvia tried not to meet his eyes as he stared at her, but then she noticed the bulge in his pants.

'His thing is standing because of me…'

She didn't know what to feel about that at first, but then she wanted to see how big it had gotten.

'Would it be wrong to ask him to show me?' She struggled with her curiosity until she finally gave up.

"Yohan… could… could I maybe see your cock again?"

Yohan's eyebrow raised slightly. "You want to see it again?"

"Yes…"

He smirked. "Okay," then quickly began taking off all his clothes.

"I didn't ask you to take off all your clothes…"

"It's fine. I think you'll feel more comfortable if both of us are naked."

Soon enough, he was completely naked, with his hard cock pointing at her like a warning.