Just then, the front door swung open, and Yeri Lim stepped in — only to freeze at the sight of Yohan with his hand on Mia's neck, pinning her lightly against the counter.

"S-Sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt…" she stammered with an awkward smile.

Yohan turned to her with an easy grin. "It's fine. We were already done talking. We'll pick it up tomorrow."

He glanced back at Mia one last time, something unreadable flickering in his eyes. "...Why don't we go inside," he said to Yeri, gently ushering her toward one of the rooms before closing the door behind them.

She stood there, thighs drenched, standing in a small puddle of her pussy juice. Her pussy was still burning hot, itching for his cock but there was nothing she could do.

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Inside the room, Yohan's hands moved slowly over Yeri's oiled skin, tracing the smooth lines of her back before gliding to her sides and flipping her over. It was a full-body massage, so the only thing she had on was a pair of black panties.

His palms lingered as he kneaded her muscles, the slick warmth of her skin drawing an uninvited thought

'She has really nice breasts' He quickly pushed it aside, letting his touch shift upward to her shoulders.

"How have you been feeling this past week?" he asked, his tone even, almost detached.

Yeri exhaled softly, her voice relaxed. "The pain hasn't gotten much worse than before. I can still manage to practice twice a week."

To her, it was nothing more than treatment — his hands, though intimate, were simply the hands of a professional. To him, though, keeping that line steady required more focus than he'd like to admit.

He considered using his special oil on her — the one that quickened recovery — but decided against it. If she noticed the difference, she might start asking questions or, worse, stop coming altogether. He genuinely wanted to help her heal, not scare her off.

Maybe after all this is over…

"Excuse me," Yeri said after a brief silence. "I don't know if this is appropriate, but I was wondering… are you and that other worker dating?"

"Me and Mia?" he asked, glancing at her. "Why do you want to know?"

She hesitated, then smiled faintly. "I've been curious since I saw you two earlier. See, I have this habit of thinking about things obsessively sometimes. It's a compulsive disorder — I can't really help it. The easiest way I've found is to just ask and get it out of my head."

"Oh…"

"Did I offend you? You don't have to answer if you don't want. I wasn't trying to pressure you or anything like that. I just thought—"

"It's fine, Yeri," Yohan said gently, his voice even. "I understand. My situation with Mia is… a little complicated."

"Complicated as in?" she asked, her eyes still half-open, studying his face with a kind of eager curiosity.

"It would be difficult to explain the full situation," Yohan replied with a faint smile. "So let's just say… complicated."

"Oh, I understand…" Yeri murmured, closing her eyes again.

For a while, the only sound in the room was the soft rhythm of his hands gliding over her skin — the slick whisper of oil, her slow breathing, the occasional creak of the massage table.

After a few quiet minutes, Yohan spoke again. "How about you, Yeri? Are you with anyone?"

"No," she said lightly, her tone almost dismissive. "I actually prefer to stay away from things like that."

"Oh… okay."

'So she doesn't have a boyfriend, that probably means she isn't getting fucked for now' he wondered if this was a sign to claim her for himself.

The thought flickered through Yohan's mind before he brushed it aside. He took a quiet breath and steadied himself.

His voice was calm, professional. "All done. You can get dressed now."

Yeri sat up with a satisfied smile, stretching her shoulders. "Thank you… you said I only need to come by once a week?"

"Yes," Yohan replied, returning her smile. "The treatment seems to be working well. A few more sessions and you'll be good as new." He gave her a small thumbs-up.

Before he could step back, she leaned forward and hugged him — sudden, warm, and genuine.

"Thank you," she murmured. Her voice was soft but full of relief, and for a moment, Yohan forgot all about keeping distance.

He could feel the warmth of her body through the thin fabric, and the soft blend of her perfume mixed with the oil still hung in the air.

"You're welcome," he said quietly.

Yohan walked her out, exchanged a few polite words, and watched as she disappeared down the street. When the door shut, he let out a long breath.

"That might've been the most exhausting thing I've done today," he muttered, rubbing the back of his neck.

Keeping a professional line with someone like Yeri was harder than he wanted to admit. The constant push and pull between focus and temptation left him more drained than any physical work.

He shook his head with a short laugh. "I really need to get a grip."

Just then, the front door swung open.

"Sorry, we're clo—" he stopped mid-sentence when he saw who it was.

"Olyvia… what are you doing here?"

"Uhmm… you see… there was no one else at home so I took a stroll, I didn't expect that you would still be here…" She replied.

Yohan couldn't stop scanning her figure under the pink dress. It was like he was already seeing her naked.

'I didn't think Olyvia would actually come back to me on her own… Are the weakened effects from the lingering touch still able to make her want me?' he wondered.

'I can't use it multiple times because the effect weakens the more it's used on the same person, but using the skill on sensitive parts would make the effects last longer' he reasoned that this was the best way to use the lingering touch.

"That's no problem," he said with a bright grin, "Now that you are here, why don't I give you a massage?"

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