【The Young Master in the Bathhouse】【Author: Unknown】【The End】

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I used to be a department manager at a company, but due to some business issues and strained relations with the company, I resigned and started my own business in the same industry. That period was a dark time in my life; my family also faced a crisis, and my husband of five years divorced me.

I apologize; this is my first time writing online, I'm not good at it, I just wanted a place to vent, and I'm still hesitant. At that time, I didn't have many employees, and I was working day and night. Fortunately, with the support of some former clients, business improved significantly by October, and my life gradually stabilized. Although it was tiring, I felt fulfilled. During

that period

, because I was busy with business, I didn't have much contact with my friends. Around that time, I became very close to a small business owner I knew. She was six years older than me, and I always called her Sister Wang. At work, we only had business dealings and our relationship was casual. Later, because of my business, we became very close, and she helped me a lot in my business dealings.

I often treated her to meals, tea, and chats, and gradually we became inseparable sisters. Her family was very happy, and I envied her at the time, even feeling inferior because of my own family background. However, she has given me a lot of help in my current family.

The incident happened around that time. One evening, after finishing my work, I felt relaxed (business was really good then, and I was happy every day). I realized I was bored at home, just watching TV and surfing the internet alone, so I called her to ask if she had any business dinners and wanted to invite her to dinner. She has a very cheerful personality and happily replied, "My husband is also away on a business trip; I was just about to call and invite you!" We booked a restaurant together and met up.

I rarely drink, but that day, because I was happy, I opened a bottle of red wine with her. We chatted while drinking, talking about business, news, and family. We ate from around 6 pm until almost 10 pm, and drank almost two bottles of red wine. She still wanted more and ordered another bottle. I said I couldn't drink anymore, but she said this little bit was nothing. We ended up drinking three bottles of red wine in total (she drank more than me), and I don't remember when we left the restaurant. She said she wouldn't drive anymore, so we took a taxi back.

Since we lived on the same route, and seeing she'd had quite a bit to drink, I thought I'd take her home first. We were still chatting and laughing in the car when she suggested we take a shower to sober up. Thinking I'd need to shower at home anyway, I readily agreed. I said, "Let me treat you?" She said, "Don't always treat me. You've already treated me to dinner, I can't let you treat me again." Then she had the taxi take us to a fairly large bathhouse in our area. Inside, it was quite crowded. We got our cards, took a shower, and then went to the sauna. She'd really drunk that night, speaking very loudly, and even teased me, "Hey sis, you've got a great figure!" People in the sauna next to us were looking at me, making me feel embarrassed. I chatted and laughed with her, and we were both very happy.

After the sauna, Wang Jie and I went to the lobby to rest in our bathrobes. My head started to hurt even more, probably from the long sauna session. We lay on the sofa, drinking water and chatting, when a waiter came over and asked if we needed a foot massage. Sister Wang said, "Give us a massage." A little while later, two young women came and started massaging our feet. I was getting increasingly sleepy.

I was drifting off to sleep, and while the young woman was still massaging my feet, another waitress came over and asked, "Would you two like to go to a private room for a beauty treatment and massage?" I vaguely heard Sister Wang ask me, "Sure?" Actually, I just wanted to go home as soon as possible, and I don't know if it was because I had drunk too much, but I replied, "Okay," or maybe I didn't want to spoil her fun.

The waitress led us to the private room area and asked if we needed two rooms. I said no, we could stay together. Sister Wang said, "Little sister, two rooms, please." I didn't say anything, just asked how long the beauty treatment would take. The waitress said a little over an hour. I thought that wasn't too long, so I agreed. So we each had our own room.

I had just sat down on the sofa in the private room when a young woman, around 20 years old, came in and introduced herself as a beautician. She told me to lie down on the bed, and I did without saying anything. Then she took a piece of paper and wiped my face, saying, "You have oily skin, right?" I said yes, and then she introduced me to several cosmetics. I said a simple skincare routine would be fine. She sat on the edge of my bed and started applying a face mask.

I don't know how long it took, but I had a terrible headache during that time, so I slept for a while. When I woke up, the young woman said, "Your face is done. How about a massage?" I asked if the woman who came with me was finished. She said she'd go check. She came back a little while later and said she'd just finished too and was about to get a massage. I said, "Then I'll wait for her." Then the young woman asked me, "Should I continue massaging you, or should I find a 'young master'?" I was stunned for a moment and asked, "What did you say?" The young woman said, "Ma'am, here, you can have a massage done by a man, or I can do it for you. It's up to you." I said, "Why is that?" At that moment, I sat up, wanting to leave immediately. The young woman added, "Ma'am, we've already arranged a young master. He just asked me to arrange one for you too. Let me ask you." I'd never seen anything like it before. I'd always been raised with strict rules, and I didn't date until after university. I was very traditional about these things. Although I'd heard and seen a lot in the business world, I never imagined things would be this open. Without saying much, I left the private room and knocked on Sister Wang's door. A boy, about 23 or 24 years old, opened the door. I panicked and quickly said, "I'm looking for my friend." Sister Wang said from inside, "Let her in." After I went in, the boy left the room. I saw Sister Wang lying on the bed, her bathrobe loose. She saw me and asked, "Why aren't you massaging anymore?" I said I had a headache and wanted to go home. She smiled and said, "Are you embarrassed?" She sat up straight. I said, "No, I'm just not feeling well. Why don't I wait for you in the lobby?" She smiled again and said, "Little sister, what era are we living in? Why are you acting like a young woman? It's just a massage from a guy, why are you so scared?" I felt really embarrassed; my face burned.

Sister Wang was a very outgoing woman. Seeing my expression, she laughed loudly and said, "I've been here a few times with clients and friends before, and I know they have male massage therapists. But it's nothing, isn't it? I'm perfectly fine, aren't I? As long as you feel comfortable, it's fine." She then asked, "What are you afraid of? Afraid of being taken advantage of?" I said, "No, I'm just not used to this." She said, "Really, it's nothing. The masseuses here are very professional. Just try it. I'm here anyway, what are you afraid of?" I said, "Then go ahead and get your massage. I'll wait for you in the lobby." She then pulled me aside and said, "No, let's get a massage together for a while and then go back." She opened the door and called a waiter in, saying, "Find a young master to massage my sister." The waiter asked, "Does she want the same service as you?" Sister Wang said, "Sure, but don't bully my sister." I left her room, blushing, feeling conflicted. The lady outside led me back to the private room next door.

Back in my room, I sat on the sofa, my heart pounding. The alcohol was probably taking effect. A knock came at the door, and my voice trembled slightly as I said, "Come in." A handsome young man entered; he was very tall, almost 1.8 meters. He spoke first, saying, "Hello, you want a massage, right?" I managed a weak "Mmm." He asked if I could lie down on the bed. As if being manipulated, I lay down. I felt like I couldn't breathe; it was the first time I'd been alone with a man other than my husband, and in such close contact. He spoke again, asking, "Shall we begin now?" Only then did I realize how magnetic his voice was. I nodded, and his hands landed on my head, massaging my temples. I was incredibly nervous, afraid to breathe deeply; I could feel the strength in his hands. He asked, "Is my touch heavy? If it is, just say so." I whispered, "It's alright." Those few minutes felt incredibly long. Although I'm no longer a young Asian woman, being with a strange man on a night like this, after drinking too much, filled me with a strange, inexplicable tension.

It was really awkward. He seemed to try to break the awkwardness by making conversation, asking if I didn't come here often. I said it was my first time. He said, "Yes, a lot of ladies come to bathe, but not many come for massages." Hearing this, my face flushed red to my ears. He seemed to realize he'd said something wrong and added, "But getting a massage isn't a big deal, it's just that some people aren't used to it." I forced a smile and said, "I'm just a little unaccustomed to it." At this moment, his hands were still pressing on my head. I felt his technique was very professional; maybe it was because I'd never had a massage before, but that's what made it seem professional. I felt much more relaxed then, and my head didn't hurt as much anymore; maybe the alcohol had sobered me up a bit.
I told him, "Go check if my friend next door is finished. Call me when she is." He said okay and went out. A little while later, he came back and told me he'd spoken to the lady outside, and my friend would come out and let me know.

Sometimes memories are really clear! Sigh.

When he came back in, I felt less tense than before, and my whole body relaxed. He said, "Shall I continue massaging you?" I nodded. By then, the head massage was probably over. He held my hand and massaged my arm, occasionally giving it a shake—it felt really good. I started talking to him, asking how old he was. He said, "Guess!" I said, "20?" He said, "I'm 23." But I figured it was about that age, just a little understated. :) I asked him where he was from and what school he graduated from, and he answered me. I learned that this 23-year-old was also from Shandong, a vocational school graduate, and had been working for several years, only starting in this line of work at the beginning of the year.

He asked if I'd been drinking. I said yes. He said, "Do you want some water? Do you want the TV on?" I said no.

As we continued the massage and conversation, I felt much more relaxed, and I even forgot that Sister Wang was still next door.

At this moment, his hands were already pressing on my back. I felt how strong his hands were. First, he pressed on acupoints, and then patted my back from time to time (I was only wearing a bathrobe, without a bra). I felt his hands were roaming over my skin. His hands were gradually moving towards my waist, and I felt my heart racing again. I felt like I was still longing for something. His hands

roamed over my back, slowly moving towards my waist and hips. My heart was pounding, my whole body was tense, but I was still expecting something. At that time, I hadn't had such intimate contact with a man for a long time, and I felt an indescribable feeling. The feeling was indescribable. We didn't say a word. The room was quiet; I could hear his breathing. His hands seemed to be trembling slightly. To be honest, I'm in very good shape. His hands pressed against my waist, slowly moving downwards. Suddenly, I shuddered, feeling a pair of warm hands on my buttocks. I lay on the bed, holding my breath, my face burning hot, and feeling a dampness in my lower body. His hands didn't stay on my buttocks for long, just a few light presses before moving to my thighs. Suddenly, I wished his hands would stay on my buttocks a little longer, but immediately I cursed myself for this. His hands rubbed my thighs, occasionally brushing against my groin. I don't know if he was doing it on purpose. Anyway… My heart was pounding like a drum, and I felt even wetter down there.

Looking back now, I think I might have really drunk too much that day; I even wondered why I had that strong urge. Maybe it was because we hadn't had sex in a long time. After he finished massaging my back and legs, he asked me to turn over so he could massage my front. I seemed to enjoy it and immediately turned over. I closed my eyes, and his hands were on my shoulders, massaging my shoulders and arms. I kept thinking about making his hands move downwards. Then I suddenly remembered I wasn't wearing a bra. I opened my eyes and saw that my collar was very low, so I subconsciously pulled it up. He noticed my movement too. Only then did I really look at him. He was the kind of man who was very handsome. The boy, handsome yet delicate, smiled when he saw my movement.

I closed my eyes again, and suddenly I heard bursts of laughter from next door. I recognized it as Sister Wang's voice. Neither of us spoke; the room was quiet. After a while, I heard those intermittent moans again. My face flushed again. I wondered if it was Sister Wang, but then I thought it was impossible. Would she do that? Wasn't she afraid I'd laugh at her? He must have heard that too. He said, "Your friend comes over often, right?" I said, "Maybe." At that moment, his hand rubbed my abdomen, occasionally moving upwards, sometimes touching the edge of my breasts. Every time he touched them, my heart would race. I noticed his hand seemed a little tense too. I opened my eyes and looked at him again. He seemed very focused. Suddenly, I noticed his trousers... The place was very high up, and I knew what was going on, which made my feelings even more complicated.

He held my hand and started moving my knuckles, but as he did this, I could feel something hard bumping into me every now and then. I knew what it was, but I didn't pull my hand away. My heart was pounding even faster; I could hear my own heartbeat.

The laughter from the other room was still coming over. Suddenly, I made a bold move. I don't know what came over me. I closed my eyes and deliberately touched that hard thing with my hand. He probably sensed that I was touching him intentionally, because he leaned forward again, holding my hand with one hand and pressing up my arm with the other. My hand, however, tried to pretend that it was an accidental touch. He probably noticed that I... His audacity led him to quickly move his other hand to my breast, giving it a squeeze. I gasped, but my hand gripped his penis.

I kept my eyes closed, afraid to open them. He boldly rubbed my breasts, and I felt a passion I hadn't felt in a long time. He was wearing athletic pants, and my penis grew harder and bigger. I pulled down his pants and grabbed it directly, moving it… I heard his heavy breathing. I didn't dare open my eyes. I noticed his hand moving downwards, slipping inside my clothes and rubbing my nipples, then slowly reaching inside my panties. I felt an intense urge to have it, and my hand moved quickly. His fingers roamed over my genitals. I only remember feeling… It was wet. His fingers went in a little, and my whole body tensed up. I had that feeling of impending orgasm. Suddenly, I heard him make a loud "hmm" sound. My hands were sticky. I sat up and hugged him tightly. His fingers were moving all over me. I impulsively wanted him to enter me immediately… Just then, someone knocked on the door. I suddenly calmed down and let go of him. He quickly pulled up his pants and went to open the door. I heard someone outside say, "They're done next door." He then came in and told me, "Your friend is done." I was very nervous, but the impulse from before was gone. I lowered my head and said, "Then I'll go too." I said another thing, and asked him, "What's your name?" He said, "Call me Yuliang, Yu as in corn, Liang as in excellent." I said, "Do you have a phone?" He put on his phone… Tong told me.

I went out of the room, and Sister Wang was already in the lobby. When I saw her, I felt very shy, my face turning bright red, but I pretended to be fine and said, "I've been waiting for you." She smiled and said, "How are you? Are you sober now?" I said, "Much better, let's go home."

We left the bathhouse, took a taxi, and it was already past 2:00 AM. In the car, I didn't dare to look at her once, feeling like I had done something wrong, and just made small talk. She arrived first, and I went home.

After returning home, I sat in the living room thinking about what had just happened, feeling a mix of regret and a desire to try again. I picked up the phone several times, wanting to dial that number, but then put it down again. It was very late, so I washed up and went to sleep.

The next morning, I woke up very late. The first thing I thought about was what had happened the night before. This time, the alcohol had worn off, the impulse was gone, and I was wide awake. I regretted going there, regretted everything I had done. I cursed myself for being so shameless, for being unfaithful… Suddenly, the thought of whether I had contracted a disease terrified me. I immediately got up, turned on my computer, and researched sexually transmitted diseases. The more I researched, the more frightened I became. I was afraid his hands might have just come from someone else's body, that he might have brought me a terrible disease, that he might have a disease, and that my hands might have germs too. I looked up the symptoms and incubation periods of various diseases, and I felt deeply regretful. I just want to say to all my friends, cherish your health, cherish your life! (

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