NTR Massage Parlour: A Wellness Technique Guide

Just the Helen stepped out into the living room, with nothing but her panties under her towel.

”Yohan what’s wrong?” She asked, noticing the worried expression on his face when he put down the call.

”Sorry Helen but I have to go right now,” he said regretfully, as he began to hurriedly put on his clothes.

”Where are you going all of a sudden... Did I do something wrong?” She asked.

”No, no, of course not. I just have an emergency I have to attend to right now and I need to hurry,”

She watched him anxiously, her voice trembling as she asked,

”A-are you sure you really have to go? You could just stay the night...”

Before he could answer, she stepped closer, her hand sliding over his shorts to grab his length.

”I’ll make it worth your while,” she whispered, her tone dripping with shameless seduction.

Yohan froze, the heat of her touch shooting straight through him. His breath hitched as his eyes locked with hers. It was sharp, hungry, and utterly irresistible.

He put his hands behind her waist and pulled her closer. Helen did not resist, allowing herself to get closer to him as his lips approached hers.

It was a short and brief kiss but it felt way more intimate for Helen.

”Don’t worry, I’ll come right back once I’m done,” Yohan assured her as he turned to leave.

But as he reached for the door, a thought struck him.

’Damn... at this hour, it’ll be impossible to get a taxi quickly’

He paused, then turned back to her.

”On second thought... Could you drive me somewhere?”

Helen blinked, startled by his request. ”W–where do you want me to take you?”

The engine roared as Helen gripped the steering wheel, weaving through the late-night traffic. Streetlights streaked past in blurs of gold, reflecting off the windshield.

Yohan sat beside her, silent for a moment, his jaw tight as he stared ahead. The cool rush of air from the half-open window wasn’t enough to calm the anger raging in him.

To imagine his uncle would even think of doing such a thing.

Helen only took a few quick glances at him but she could see that something wasn’t right.

”Are you okay?” She asked with concern.

”Yeah, we just have to stop my uncle before he does something really stupid,” he replied,

Soon enough they walked up to the front door of the massage parlour, but the door was already wide open.

Helen’s eyes narrowed as she took in the scene. Her demeanor shifted instantly; the flirtatious woman from earlier was gone, replaced by the sharp, composed officer.

”Is this your workplace?” she whispered cautiously.

”Yeah,” Yohan murmured, his fists clenching.

Helen’s gaze flicked toward the shadows beyond the shattered doorway. ”There are people inside.” Her voice was low but firm. She turned to him, her tone all business now. ”Wait here. I’ll go to my car and call for backup.”

Before Yohan could protest, she sprinted off into the night, leaving him standing right outside the massage parlour, the voices inside growing louder.

Barely a minute later, three men stepped out, each lugging a red gasoline can. The sharp chemical stench hit Yohan instantly, making his stomach churn.

At the front was his uncle. His eyes widened the second they landed on Yohan.

”Yohan?! ... What are you doing here?”

Yohan’s glare hardened. ”I should be the one asking. Why did you come here with gasoline?”

His uncle shifted nervously from side to side, his voice trembling. ”Y–Yohan, it’s not what it looks like. I was just... just trying to—”

”Burn it?” Yohan cut in, anger rising in his throat.

The other two men glanced between them uneasily, gripping their cans tighter as if ready to bolt. Until one squinted his eyes and focused on Yohan.

”Wait... aren’t you that guy from that night with the girl?” The gangster asked.

”Huh?” Yohan had to look at him well before he could remember the guy’s face. It was the one he had knocked out the night he met the loanshark at Mia’s house.

”Yeah, it’s that fucker,” the other one agreed,

A grin spread across the first guy’s face. ”Finally, I get to see you again.”

”Why would you be so excited to get beat up again?” Yohan asked, his voice flat but his eyes sharp.

”You think you’ll knock me down like last time?” The man scoffed, stepping forward. From behind his back, he pulled out a blade, the steel catching a faint glimpse of the streetlight. The edge gleamed coldly as he tilted it toward Yohan.

The other men shifted uneasily, but the first guy only grinned wider. ”Tonight, I’ll make sure you don’t walk away.”

”Wait... w-what are you doing?” Yohan’s uncle asked eagerly, his face turning pale at the sight of the blade.

”What do you mean ’what am I doing’? I’m getting rid of the witness,” the guy said coldly. ”We can’t have this brat mouthing off to the cops.”

”Yes, but...” his uncle stuttered.

”Don’t you want to pay your debt? If we burn down the place like you planned, we can’t get the insurance money if this guy testifies in court. We’ll be arrested for insurance fraud.”

His uncle continued to think about it, sweat already trickling down his face.

”Look if you don’t find a way to pay your debt, it is you we will be coming for. I’m doing this for you because of the bonus you promised me, just allow me to handle this quickly...”

His Uncle wasn’t protesting any longer, to Yohan’s surprise it seemed like he was starting to see reason in what the thug had said.

”I’m sorry, Yohan. But I can’t let them come after me, my family still needs me,” he sighed.

”I know you are young but you don’t have any responsibilities... so maybe you can find it in your heart to forgive your uncle,” he added, his tone carrying even less guilt this time.

Yohan shook his head. ”Uncle, you’re even more greedy and cold-hearted than I thought.”

His uncle avoided his eyes, muttering, ”You should have just done what I said in the first place.”

The thug smirked, lifting his blade again. ”Touching. Now let’s finish this.”