NTR Massage Parlour: A Wellness Technique Guide

Yohan stepped out of the loan shark’s building just as a low rumble of thunder rolled across the sky.

”Looks like it’s about to pour... I should probably wait until tomorrow,” he muttered, though deep down he knew he couldn’t. His mind was already tugging at him to go and see her.

He let out a long sigh and started walking.

By the time he reached her place, night had already fallen, and the rain came down in sheets.

The doorbell rang.

Inside, Chloe frowned as she approached the door. ”Who on earth would come out in this weather?”

When she opened it, she froze.

”Hey...” Yohan stood there, awkward and dripping wet, his hair plastered to his forehead.

”Yohan?” Concern broke through her voice before she could stop it. Seeing him soaked through almost made her forget what had happened earlier with Mia. Almost.

”I came to see if you were okay,” he said softly. A sudden gust of wind slipped past him, carrying the chill of the storm. He shivered, his teeth clattering as he tried to keep his composure.

Chloe’s eyes lingered on him for a moment longer, her lips parting as if to speak, then she stepped aside with a small sigh.

”Come in, before you freeze to death.” She was mad at him but she couldn’t just leave him like that.

Yohan nodded gratefully and stepped into the warm glow of her house, water dripping onto the floorboards.

”Good grief, you’re drenched,” she muttered, closing the door quickly against the storm. ”You’ll catch a cold like that.”

He gave a sheepish smile, water still streaming down his jawline.

”Go to the bathroom and dry yourself off. There should be a towel hanging behind the door.”

Yohan hesitated for a moment, the words he wanted to say caught in his throat. Then he nodded again and made his way down the small hall, the sound of his wet shoes squelching with every step.

He walked past two rooms before reaching the bathroom, one was Chloe’s, the other probably belonged to her sister and her husband.

As he was drying himself with a towel Chloe came there, she knocked on the door before pushing open.

”You should take off your clothes since they’re soaked. I’ll... I’ll find something for you to wear while they dry,” she said,

”Okay,” Yohan replied simply. Without hesitation, he started peeling off his wet shirt.

”W–wait! At least let me close the door first!” she exclaimed, her voice a little too high, her face already turning pink.

By the time she spun around, he was already down to his boxers, water still dripping from his hair onto the floor.

”Why? It’s not like you haven’t seen me before,” he said with a smirk, his tone deliberately teasing.

Chloe froze, her eyes betraying her as they landed on his torso. No matter how many times she had seen it before, the sculpted lines of his chest and abs always stole her breath.

”In that case...” she forced out, trying to regain composure, ”you should hand over your boxers too. They’re wet as well.”

Her words were meant to be a joke, but Yohan only arched an eyebrow and slipped them off without another thought.

Chloe’s eyes widened in shock, her jaw dropping as he casually held out the damp boxers to her.

”Why are you acting like there’s anything new to see?” he teased again, clearly enjoying her flustered reaction.

Her face burned red all the way to her ears. With a squeak of frustration, she snatched the boxers from his hand and slammed the bathroom door shut, leaving him laughing softly to himself inside.

”What is wrong with that crazy guy!” She sighed.

Inside one of the rooms, Olyvia stirred awake from a long evening nap. Her eyes blinked open slowly, adjusting to the dim glow of the lamp by her bed.

”It’s night already?” she murmured, stretching her arms with a small yawn. She glanced at the clock, her brow furrowing. ”...And my husband isn’t back yet?”

With a sigh, she slid off the bed and padded down the hall, deciding to freshen up. She pushed open the bathroom door—

—and froze.

”Huh?”

All traces of sleep vanished in an instant.

There, standing completely naked under the harsh bathroom light, was Yohan taking a piss in her toilet.

His eyes went wide the moment hers did. ”O–Olyvia?!”

The towel in his hand slipped uselessly to the floor, but he couldn’t help it since his piss was still shooting out.

For a heartbeat, the two just stared at each other—the silence louder than the storm still raging outside.

Her face flushed scarlet, a mix of disbelief and outrage flashing across her features. ”What... what are you doing in my bathroom?!”

Yohan fumbled for words, his own cheeks burning. ”I—I can explain! Chloe told me to dry off, and—”

Olyvia’s voice cracked louder than thunder. ”Then where are your clothes?!”

”She... she took them to dry,” he said in a low embarrassed tone.

”O-okay,” she finally shut the door,

What the hell did I just see?! Olyvia’s mind was racing, her pulse hammering in her ears. Images of Yohan’s body burned themselves into her thoughts—especially the part she was trying very hard not to think about, his massive cock.

’Did I see wrongly? It didn’t even look like he was hard yet... wait—does that mean it could get even bigger?’

Her breath caught in her throat. She pressed a hand to her chest, torn between disbelief and... curiosity.

’No. No, I can’t... I shouldn’t... but... I need to look again, just one more time–’

Her trembling fingers hovered over the bathroom doorknob.

”Olyvia...”

The voice made her jump, her whole body stiffening as if caught in the act. She whipped her head around.

Chloe stood behind her, eyes sharp and questioning.

Olyvia’s heart nearly leapt out of her chest. ”C–Chloe! I... I was just—” She stumbled over her words, her face heating up so quickly it felt like it might combust.

Chloe looked at her sister with a confused expression, ”Why are you being so weird...?