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The climb back up the walls were infinitely harder than the descent.
My arms burned.
My Stamina bar was flashing red in my peripheral vision, hovering at a dangerous 15%.
Every time I pulled my weight up to the next vine, my muscles screamed in protest.
It was a humbling reminder: I wasn't Superman nor was I thor , I was a guy with a cheat code that ran on a battery, and I had forgotten to charge it.
[System: You look like a dying gecko.
If you fall and break your neck, I'm deleting your browser history before the paramedics arrive.
It's the least I can do.]
"You're too kind," I grunted, reaching for the window ledge.
My fingers hooked onto the stone sill.
With one final, agonizing heave, I pulled myself up and tumbled onto the plush carpet of my bedroom floor.
I lay there for a solid minute, gasping for air, staring at the ceiling.
I smelled like sweat, floor cleaner, and cheap taxi upholstery.
"Master Jin-woo?"
I froze.
I scrambled to a sitting position.
Standing in the corner of the room, holding a basket of folded laundry, was Hana.
She was wearing her maid uniform, her eyes wide with shock.
She looked at me who was covered in dirt, breathing hard, having clearly just broken into my own room.
Then, she looked at the open window.
Panic flared for a second.
If she screamed, the guards outside would rush in.
Seo-yoon would most definitely know that I violated curfew.
The game would be over before it started.
But Hana didn't scream.
Instead, a flush crept up her neck.
She dropped the laundry basket and rushed over to me, falling to her knees.
"You... you snuck out?" she whispered, her voice filled with a conspiratorial thrill.
She pulled a handkerchief from her pocket and began wiping the dirt from my face.
"Did you go see your girlfriend?"
I looked at her.
Her stats hovered above her head.
[Lust: 75%] [Favorability: 80% (Devoted)]
She wasn't going to snitch.
She was jealous, that's cute 🥺.
Someone cares for you asshole.
I grabbed her wrist, stopping her hand.
"I went to handle some business," I lied smoothly, though my voice was raspy. "Men's business.
You didn't see anything, did you, Hana?"
She bit her lip, looking at my intense gaze. She shook her head slowly.
"I didn't see anything, Master.
The window was locked all night."
She leaned in closer, the scent of her soap filling my nose.
"But... you look tired.
Do you need... help relaxing?"
Her hand drifted toward my belt.
God, I wanted to say yes.
The adrenaline from the fight with the loan shark was fading, leaving a dull ache that she could definitely fix.
But my Stamina was at 12%.
If I engaged in exercise now, I'd pass out mid-act.
That would be humiliating for a pro Gooner like me.
"Not tonight, Hana," I said, gently pushing her hand away.
I stood up on shaky legs.
"I need sleep.
But tomorrow... leave the balcony door unlocked.
I might need you to run some errands for me."
Disappointment flashed in her eyes, but she nodded obediently.
"Yes, Master."
She picked up her basket and left the room, closing the door silently behind her.
I stripped off my dirty clothes, hid the cash in a hollowed-out book on the shelf, and collapsed onto the bed.
"System," I murmured, my eyes already closing.
"Set an alarm for 6:00 AM.
I have a business to run."
The Next Day - 4:00 PM
Golden Hands Therapy Clinic
"Are you sure about this, Jin-woo?"
Aunt Ji-hye was pacing back and forth in the small waiting area.
She had transformed since yesterday.
Her hair was dyed and styled, her makeup was crisp, and she was wearing a professional black blouse.
She looked like the proprietress she was supposed to be.
But her nerves were shot.
"Stop pacing, Auntie," I said from behind the reception desk.
"You will make a hole in the carpet."
I had spent the entire morning class at university sleeping in the back row to regenerate Stamina.
Then, I skipped the afternoon lectures to come here.
The shop looked good.
We had spent the morning moving furniture. The main salon area was now a waiting room with soft lighting and comfortable chairs.
The private back room formerly a storage closetwas now the Treatment Suite.
It was small, but I had invested the last of my cash into high-quality essentials: a sturdy massage table, Egyptian cotton sheets, and a set of aromatherapy diffusers that made the room smell like lavender and expensive decisions.
"I called Mrs. Kim," Ji-hye said, wringing her hands.
"She's... difficult.
She's the neighborhood gossip queen.
If she likes it, she'll tell everyone in her country club.
If she hates it, we're dead."
"Mrs. Kim," I repeated. "Perfect."
[System: High-Value Target Identified.
The Gossip archetype is the most efficient marketing tool in existence.
Win her over, and you won't need to spend a dime on ads.
Fail, and you might as well burn the shop down for insurance money.]
The bell chimed.
Ji-hye stiffened.
"She's here."
The door opened, and a woman swept in like a hurricane of floral perfume and designer logos.
Mrs. Kim, She was in her late thirties, heavily jeweled, carrying a handbag that cost more than this entire building.
She had the face of a woman who was perpetually unsatisfied with service workers.
"Ji-hye!" she exclaimed, air kissing my aunt but not actually touching her.
"I was shocked when you called.
I thought this place had... well, gone under. The sign outside still looks dreadful."
"We're rebranding," Ji-hye said, forcing a smile.
"Mrs. Kim, I'm so glad you could make it to our soft opening.
I wanted you to be the first to try our new... specialist."
Mrs. Kim turned her sharp eyes toward me.
I stood up and bowed politely.
I was wearing a clean white button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up to the elbows, revealing my forearms.
I had styled my hair back, looking professional yet approachable.
"Welcome, Mrs. Kim," I said, my voice pitched low and soothing.
"I'm Jin-woo. I'll be your therapist today."
She looked me up and down.
Skepticism was written all over her face.
"Him?" She turned to Ji-hye.
"He's a baby
. Is this a joke? I have sciatica, Ji-hye, i don't have need for a babysitter, i need an expert."
"He's highly trained," Ji-hye lied, sweating slightly.
"He studied... abroad."
"Please," I interjected smoothly, stepping around the desk.
"Skepticism is healthy, Mrs. Kim.
But your posture tells me your lower back has been bothering you for weeks. Specifically on the right side?"
Mrs. Kim paused.
Her hand instinctively went to her right hip.
"Well... yes. My husband bought a new mattress. It's terrible."
"It's not the mattress," I said, walking closer. "It's the accumulation of stress in your lumbar region.
It's compressing the nerve. I can fix it."
I held her gaze.
I activated a sliver of the Commanding Aura.
Just enough to make her feel like I was the authority figure in the room.
"Give me twenty minutes," I said.
"If you don't walk out of here feeling ten years younger, the session is free."
She hesitated. She looked at my arms again.
[Target: Mrs. Kim]
[Lust: 10%]
[Curiosity: 60%]
[Pain Level: High.]
"Twenty minutes," she huffed, handing her bag to Ji-hye. "But if you bruise me, I'm suing."
The Treatment Suite
The room was dim, lit only by candles.
Soft instrumental music played from a Bluetooth speaker.
Mrs. Kim lay face down on the table, a towel draped over her lower half.
Her back was exposed.
It was tense, the muscles bunched up near her spine.
"Relax," I instructed, warming the oil in my hands.
"I am relaxed," she snapped into the face cradle.
"System," I thought.
"Activate Apprentice Massage.
Target the sciatica."
[System: Skill Activated.
Highlighting stress vectors.
Host, be warned: This target is sexually frustrated.
Her husband is likely useless.
Physical stimulation may trigger an exaggerated response.
Try not to look too smug.]
"Showtime."
I placed my hands on her lower back.
she flinched at the contact, then let out a sharp breath as the warm oil soaked into her skin.
I didn't start gently.
I went straight for the problem.
My thumbs found the tightened fascia around her spine.
I pressed.
"Nngh!" She groaned.
"That's... that's tender."
"That's the blockage," I said softly.
"Breathe through it."
I began to work the muscle.
I wasn't just rubbing; I was dismantling her pain.
My fingers moved with a rhythm that the System guided- circles, pressure, release.
For the first five minutes, she complained. "Too hard."
"Too left."
But by minute seven, the complaints stopped.
They were replaced by heavy breathing.
"Oh..." she sighed, her fingers gripping the edge of the table.
"Right there..."
I moved lower, to the ass cheeks or gluteal muscles where the sciatic nerve was pinched.
This was dangerous territory.
It was intimate.
"I need to work on the hip," I stated professionally.
"Is that okay?"
"Yes," she mumbled into the pillow.
"Do whatever."
I dug my elbow into her hip, rotating it slowly.
The relief hit her like a drug.
"Oh god!" she cried out.
It wasn't a scream of pain.
It was the sound of a woman who hadn't been touched properly in years.
"Better?" I asked, keeping my voice clinical.
"Yes... yes... don't stop."
I switched tactics.
I used the Golden Hands passive effect: Sensory Enhancement.
Every stroke of my hand sent a jolt of electricity through her nerves.
I moved up her back, kneading her shoulders, then back down to her waist.
Her hips started to move on the table, bucking slightly against the pressure.
She wasn't thinking about her back anymore.
[Target: Mrs. Kim]
[Pain: Dissolving]
[Lust: 45% (Spiking)]
[Thought Process: His hands are so strong... why doesn't my husband touch me like this?']
"You carry a lot of tension," I whispered, leaning down so my breath brushed her ear. "You need to let someone take care of you, Mrs. Kim."
That broke the dam.
She let out a moan that was unmistakably sexual.
Her body shuddered.
"Jin-woo..." she gasped.
I pulled back.
I had to edge the customer.
If I gave her everything now, she'd be satisfied.
I needed her addicted.
"The knot is gone," I said, wiping my hands on a towel.
The sudden loss of contact made her whine.
"Finished?" she asked, lifting her head.
Her face was flushed, her eyes hazy.
She looked drunk.
"For today," I said.
"The muscle needs to rest.
We don't want to overstimulate it."
I helped her sit up.
She wobbled, grabbing my arm for support. Her hand squeezed my bicep.
"You have... magic hands," she breathed, staring at me.
"I'm glad I could help," I smiled.
"Take your time getting dressed.
Aunt Ji-hye has some herbal tea waiting for you."
I left the room before she could say anything else.
The Waiting Room
Five minutes later, Mrs. Kim emerged.
She looked disheveled but euphoric.
She walked straight to the counter where Ji-hye was pretending to read a magazine.
Mrs. Kim opened her purse and slapped a stack of cash onto the desk.
"Book me for Thursday," she commanded. "And Saturday.
Same time."
Ji-hye's eyes widened at the cash.
It was double the standard rate.
"Of course, Mrs. Kim.
Thursday and Saturday."
Mrs. Kim turned to me.
She licked her lips...a subconscious gesture.
"And I'll tell the girls at the club," she said. "Mrs. Park has a frozen shoulder.
She needs this.
She definitely needs this."
"We would be honored," I bowed.
Mrs. Kim left, practically floating out the door.
As soon as the latch clicked, Aunt Ji-hye collapsed into her chair, exhaling loudly.
"Holy shit," she whispered.
"Did you see her face?
She looked like she just had an affair."
"Basically," I said, picking up the cash and counting it.
"Three hundred thousand won.
Not bad for twenty minutes."
"Jin-woo," Ji-hye looked at me seriously. "What exactly did you do in there?"
"I fixed her back," I said, handing her a share of the money.
"And I listened to her body.
That's all these women want, Auntie. Someone to listen."
[System: You are a manipulator of the highest order.
I am disgusted and impressed.
Lust Points Gained: 200 (Vicarious Pleasure).
Current Points: 300.
Business Reputation: Rising.]
"We're going to be busy," I told her.
"Get the appointment book ready.
Mrs. Park is coming."
That Night - 9:00 PM
I returned home through the front door this time, making it just before curfew.
I had cash in my pocket and a legitimate excuse of Studying at the library.
Seo-yoon was waiting in the living room.
She was reading a book, or pretending to.
When I walked in, she didn't look up.
"You're late," she said.
"Curfew is 10:00," I replied, checking my watch.
"I have an hour."
She finally looked at me.
Her eyes narrowed.
She sniffed the air.
I smelled of lavender oil and massage lotion.
It wasn't a woman's perfume, exactly, but it was distinct.
"You smell like a brothel," she stated coldly.
I laughed, walking past her.
"It's aromatherapy, Mother. Stress relief.
You should try it sometime.
Oh wait..."
I leaned over the back of the sofa, bringing my face close to her ear.
"I already gave you a treatment, didn't I?"
Her body went rigid.
The book in her hands trembled.
She couldn't acknowledge it.
To acknowledge the dream was to admit it was real to her.
"Go to your room," she hissed.
"Goodnight, Seo-yoon."
I walked up the stairs, whistling.
I had the business.
I had the cash flow.
I had the Aunt on my side.
Now, I needed to expand.
[System: Host, don't get too comfortable. You have unlocked a new side-quest chain.]
[Quest: The Cop and the Crime.]
[Details: Your little scuffle with the loan sharks didn't go unnoticed.
Police activity has increased in the commercial district.]
[New Target Available: Officer Kang (The Detective).]
I paused at my door.
Officer Kang, A policewoman.
"Well," I grinned. "Police officers have stressful jobs too, don't they?
Maybe she needs a discount."
Author's Note:
The business is live!
Mrs. Kim has been converted into a loyal customer and a walking advertisement.
The Massage ability is always a win in these genre.
It allows Jin-woo to break down defenses without needing to fight or seduce outright initially, I love it.
Now a police officer 🚨
Spoiler: She probably has back pain too.
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