NTR Massage Parlour: A Wellness Technique Guide

Yohan along with the officers and the boss stood in front of the screen behind the counter, watching everything that had transpired right from after Yohan had finished his workout.

They watched as the boss approached him, and even threw a punch at him before the big guy tried grabbing him and ending up on the floor.

There was no sound but after hearing Yohan's story, the situation matched what they were seeing.

But then Yohan noticed something fishy going on, the boss was whispering to one of the police men in the corner. He immediately suspected that the man was trying to buy his way out.

Soon the officer came and said, "Why did you take out money from his wallet in the end?"

"Because it was what I paid to get in the gym, if he wants to kick me out he has to give me my money back,"

"So let me get this straight, you paid them, demanded your money back, and when they refused you beat them up?"

"Officer that isn't what happened, you can see he tried to hit me first,"

"But you grabbed his hand first, he can easily argue that it was self defense,"

"I only tried to stop him from hurting the lady," he argued.

"That's no excuse, you beat up all of them and stole the money from this man's wallet so you are under arrest,"

Yohan could see that the officer was trying very hard to paint him as the villain so that confirmed his suspicion, the owner of the gym had bribed him.

'If money is the solution I guess I can just do the same' he decided.

He was just about to speak when a woman approached, a striking figure in grey shorts and a cropped tank top.

*[A/N] Check out her character design.

"Excuse me, officers," she cut in, her voice steady but carrying an edge of command that made both men turn. "I witnessed the whole situation—this man was only defending himself."

The officer's eyes narrowed as recognition settled on his face. "Huh… aren't you Deputy Inspector Helen?"

Her chin lifted slightly, the confidence in her stance unmistakable. "Yes," she replied without hesitation. "And I was the one who called you in."

Her tone carried the weight of someone used to being obeyed, someone who had spent years walking into tense rooms and taking control.

"But ma'am if you were already here why did you have to call us in when you could have just de-escalated the situation," One of the officers couldn't understand.

"Because I didn't want to stop my workout, and also I wasn't with any identification. But that doesn't matter now, what matters is that this man here was about to get thrown out for standing up to the owner,"

"Though I don't condone violence," Helen said, her tone calm yet edged with authority, "I will say clearly—he was simply acting in his defense."

The officer shifted uneasily, his eyes darting between Yohan and the screen. "B-but ma'am… the video shows him taking money out of his wallet—"

Her gaze snapped to him, steady and unflinching. "Are you trying to argue with me, Officer?" she asked, her voice low but cutting, the kind of tone that could freeze a room.

His shoulders stiffened; the weight of her rank pressed heavier than any badge on his chest. "No, ma'am… I—I'm sorry," he stammered, bowing his head, almost shrinking under her presence.

Helen didn't blink, letting the silence speak before she finally looked away, signaling the conversation was finished.

"And as for you, mister," Helen turned her gaze on the gym owner, her eyes narrowing with a cold, measured disdain. "You should be the one getting arrested—for treating a customer like that. Abuse of power, intimidation… I've seen enough to know what you are."

She stepped closer, her presence almost suffocating. "As far as I'm concerned, this matter is settled. And if you're wise, you won't make me repeat myself."

"O-of course, ma'am," he stammered, his earlier bravado shriveling under her gaze. The sweat on his brow wasn't from the heat of the gym anymore—it was the weight of her authority pressing down on him.

Helen held his eyes a moment longer, as if daring him to say anything else. When he didn't, she gave a curt nod, then turned back to Yohan with a softer, steadier tone. "You're free to go."

Yohan's eyes followed her as she slung her bag over her shoulder and walked out of the gym with unhurried confidence.

'Whoa… that lady was hot'

The thought lingered in his mind longer than he expected. He couldn't just let such a fine specimen of strength and beauty slip away. Without a second thought, he hurried after her, catching her just before she reached her car.

"Excuse me," he called, his voice carrying more eagerness than he intended.

Helen stopped, one hand on the car door, and turned with a questioning look.

"Thank you… for helping me back there," Yohan said, flashing a small, almost boyish smile.

"It's no problem," she replied smoothly, though her eyes lingered on him for a moment, scanning him from head to toe like she was evaluating a case file.

The corner of her lips twitched, half curiosity, half challenge. "So tell me… are you actually a professional fighter?"

He chuckled lightly, rubbing the back of his neck. "No, I'm a masseuse. I run a massage parlor a few blocks from here."

Helen raised an eyebrow, her curiosity piqued. "Oh, a masseuse," she echoed, the word rolling off her tongue with a hint of intrigue. "Then how did you learn to fight like that?"

A sly grin tugged at Yohan's lips. "Maybe I can tell you… over a cup of coffee." His tone was smooth, but his eyes betrayed his true intention—he wasn't after small talk; he just wanted to get closer to her, any way he could.

Helen studied him in silence for a beat too long, as though she could read every layer of that thought.

"You want to have a cup of coffee with me?" Helen asked, her tone caught somewhere between amusement and suspicion.

"Yeah," Yohan replied, leaning slightly closer, his grin disarming. "That is… if you have some time?"