NTR Massage Parlour: A Wellness Technique Guide

Getting married to a woman like Helen wouldn't have really been a bad thing. She was very beautiful and rich; not just that, she also tried her best to please him.

But seeing how protective she was when Sally approached him, Yohan immediately knew it wasn't a right fit. If she reacted like that for something as little as that what would happen when she finds out about all his other women.

'I lost two women in one week,' he sighed sadly.

The realization sucked. 'Maybe it's time to start considering settling down… I could just choose one woman and spend the rest of my life with her.'

The thought didn't last for more than a few seconds before he laughed at the idea.

"Who am I kidding? That life isn't even meant for me. What's going to happen to my sweet little Remi, and my sexy naughty Mia and my…"

Just then, his Aunt knocked on his room door.

"Yohan, there's someone looking for you."

Yohan went to the front door to see who it was.

"Helen?"

"Hey," she said softly. She had changed out of her uniform and was now wearing a pretty red dress.

"Could we talk for a bit?"

Yohan accepted her request and followed her. They got into her car and drove off.

Vivian watched as this happened. She could finally confirm that something was indeed going on between Yohan and that woman.

It was the first time Yohan had brought any woman home, so she was almost certain about it. 'But how did that even happen?' she wondered.

Although it was an older woman like her, she could see the difference between the two of them.

Helen was more fit, and even though she was just a police officer, it looked like she had a lot of money.

Vivian pinched the excess fat on her tummy. 'Maybe I should start trying to lose some weight.'

They drove in silence until Yohan asked, "You said you wanted to talk?"

"Yes, but I think we should get to my house first."

Yohan didn't complain. He was curious what she had to say, so he waited until they arrived at her home.

"I thought about everything," she finally said as they entered the elevator. "You're right… I've been trying to get you to do what I want, without giving you anything in return…"

"...So tell me whatever you want and I'll do it," she said with confidence, staring into Yohan's eyes.

Yohan was stunned for a moment. He did expect her to try and change his mind, but not in this manner.

Was she asking for him to do as he pleased? he wondered.

If that was the case, should he take full advantage of her request?

His eyes went to her breasts. Her nipples were already poking through the dress.

'She isn't wearing any bra under,' he realized.

"You have your life to live, and I can't force you to change that," she came closer to him, pressing her breasts against his chest.

"So tell me anything I can do, and I'll do it." She looked at him with needy eyes, her cleavage just an inch from spilling out of her dress.

He could even see bits of her areola. He wanted to rip off her dress there and suck her breasts until he was satisfied. That was probably what she also wanted, and Yohan knew this.

But still, he resisted.

"H-Helen, the problem is that we want two very different things. You want a man to get married to, while I'm not ready for that." He had to force himself to look away from the tempting sight just so he could voice those words.

The door to the elevator opened.

"Why don't you say that after you see the gift I have prepared for you?" Helen said with a sly grin as she stepped out.

She led him to her house, and as they entered inside, Yohan was surprised to see Sally sitting on the couch.

"You? What is she doing here?"

"You said she was pretty, right? So I invited her."

"Hello, nice to meet you again," Sally greeted. There was a small smile on her face, but she obviously wasn't too comfortable, almost like she also didn't know what she was doing there.

"Sally is one of my most hardworking juniors, so we are more like friends," Helen picked up a bottle of wine and poured it into a glass before handing it to Sally.

"Isn't that right?"

"Yess… we are friends," the girl replied, even more confused.

She had never seen Helen act so casual and even joke around like this, so it felt very unusual.

"And as my friend, she's willing to help me out in satisfying your needs."

Yohan and Sally reacted simultaneously. His brows went up. "Seriously?"

While she sprung up to her feet. "E-Excuse me?!"

"Not for free, of course… I'll pay you handsomely," Helen added.

Hearing those words, Sally calmed down a bit.

"I'm sorry, Ma'am, but I can't do something like that. I'm not that kind of a woman…"

"I'll give you thirty thousand dollars," Helen cut her off.

The amount was enough to make Sally hesitate. Her initial resolve began to waver. Her voice was even calmer and unsure now when she spoke.

"I-I can't… this is considered as prostitution... And as… as an officer of the law…"

"Okay, let's make it 50k. I'll give you fifty thousand dollars. I already know all the senior officers you have been sleeping with, and some of those men are even married. You know things like that aren't acceptable."

She walked closer and grabbed the girl by the jaw. "I'm being generous right now, even offering you money."

"But still…" She let go of her face. "If you don't want the money, you can leave. I'll continue keeping your secret, and we'll pretend like this never happened.

"Plus it's not prostitution if you were already considering doing it with him, seeing that you asked for his number I'm sure it must have crossed your mind,"

Sally considered it. She couldn't believe it was actually Helen asking something like this from her. But then, fifty thousand was really a lot of money—that was almost more than she made in a year.

Under these circumstances, there was only one option.

"I'll do it," she said confidently.