Massage 10

When I returned to my hotel room from the lobby, I found the manager was gone, leaving only a messy bed and his towel. I took out my phone to call the drunk manager.
I found a WeChat message from him:
"Shu, I'm going to the bathroom, don't look for me." Three sentences, ten words, explaining the location and the event. Yes, she had teased him quite a bit tonight; she must have gone to the bathroom for a deep release with a massage therapist.
It was already past midnight, and I was too lazy to even take off my clothes. I collapsed onto the inner bed, pulled the blanket over myself, and buried myself in the thick down comforter of the Jia Hua Hotel, drifting off to sleep. That night I had a vivid dream. I dreamt I was holding a woman, exploring various positions. I couldn't see her face clearly, only remembering that she was wearing a tight-fitting short skirt and black stilettos. We were both covered in sweat, and she was shouting: "Hurry up, be bolder!"
When dawn broke, I woke up to find my underwear damp and smelling fishy. Even sleeping wouldn't let me settle down. I took off my clothes, pulled off my wet underwear, and naked, crawled back into bed and fell asleep again.
Section Seven: Time flew by in our WeChat chats
. Before I knew it, it was the beginning of next month. Rumors about the supervisor's promotion were rampant, and the details about the next supervisor were also quite detailed. I initially thought this was a matter for our project department, but I was wrong. The rumors about the new supervisor were even more outlandish than the current supervisor's promotion. Some said the new supervisor was a woman, possibly the group president's lover, who had come to our side to take charge of overall work at a young age; others said she wasn't a lover, but the president's illegitimate daughter, a returnee from overseas, a stunning beauty, a typical "career woman," with top-notch abilities and a temper; still others said she wasn't an illegitimate daughter, but the president's sister, his half-sister, whom the president's elderly father doted on late in life. Rumors circulated, but one common thread emerged: the new supervisor was a woman—fair-skinned, beautiful, shrewd, capable, and with a powerful background—not to be trifled with.
Sure enough, after the monthly meeting, the head office HR representative announced the current supervisor's promotion, but didn't reveal the new supervisor's identity. Simultaneously, based on the current supervisor's recommendation, I was to temporarily assume the supervisor's responsibilities, overseeing project operations in the Huai'an region until the new supervisor took office. When this news was announced, I was overwhelmed with surprise. Everyone congratulated me and the supervisor. I looked at the supervisor; he smiled, shook my hand, and offered a few words of encouragement, telling me to visit him in Shanghai, his new posting location, when I had time.
As a recent college graduate, I was speechless. I felt like I was being pushed forward by fate, unable to retreat, forced to face the challenge head-on—or rather, to bite the bullet!
After seeing off the supervisor and the HR representative from head office, I held a short meeting with the entire project team. The gist of it was that everything should proceed according to the established rules set by the previous supervisor; all work should be carried out step by step; all new projects should focus on negotiation and coordination, with no rush to sign contracts; and we should patiently wait for the new supervisor.
It was my first time holding a meeting with so many people, and I was very nervous; my voice cracked several times, and my heart was pounding.
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Another half month passed, and the new supervisor still hadn't arrived. Fortunately, the projects the Huaian project team had taken over were all projects that the previous supervisor had handled very well, and there hadn't been any major issues. I was busier than before; before, I was working around the supervisor, now I was doing the supervisor's work. I hadn't contacted the massage therapist for a long time, until one day, I received a new friend request on WeChat. The note read, "I'm a massage therapist, the one who massaged you before." My heart suddenly warmed. So much time had passed, and she had taken the initiative to add me as a friend; she probably wasn't angry with me anymore.
I clicked confirm and added her as a friend, and we started our first WeChat chat.
Me: Hello, beautiful lady. (I considered calling her "beautiful lady" before deciding. I'm not familiar with her, so I can't call her "sister." I'm not familiar with her husband either, so calling her "sister-in-law" wouldn't be appropriate.)
She: Hello, I'm contacting you. Please don't tell my husband. I just registered for WeChat, and you're my first friend.
I clicked on her profile picture; it was the default virtual avatar. I also checked her Moments and found no posts. She registered for WeChat, didn't add her husband, but added me first—I couldn't understand it. Although I like women, I would never be a troublemaker who breaks up families, so I had to be careful chatting with her.
Me: Oh, why? If her husband finds out, it won't be good for either of us. (I honestly advised her.)
She: I just registered, and the system recommended you to me by default. I added you first, and I'll add my husband later. Please don't tell my husband yet; he doesn't allow me to use WeChat.
I remembered we had saved each other's phone numbers; WeChat's contact recommendation function does exist. Her words eased some of my concerns. I assured her I'd keep it a secret from her husband for now.
Me: What kind of society is this? Restricting your WeChat use? My parents use WeChat all the time, forwarding health and inspirational posts every day. These days, you can live without a phone number, but not without WeChat.
Her: He's afraid I'll chat too much with other men, afraid I'll have an affair.
Me: An affair? Dude, you're so insecure, trying to control your thoughts.
Seeing my words, she suddenly realized she might have said something wrong and remained silent for a few minutes. I sent her a facepalm emoji to ease the awkwardness.
Her: Maybe I'm just naive, and he's afraid I'll get hurt. Anyway, just keep it a secret for now.
Me: Okay, I promise to keep it a secret, but what should I say if it gets found out?
Her: I haven't thought about it yet. If it really comes down to it, I'll delete you on WeChat after we chat.
Suddenly, I had no other options. I felt that chatting with her behind her husband's back was definitely not going to work, but her method seemed feasible.
Me: So far, your method seems fine. If you want to use WeChat, just boldly tell your husband. I believe he's not an unreasonable person.
Her: I'm afraid he'll hit me.
Me: Does your husband hit people? (I suddenly felt that her husband might be abusive, but I wasn't sure.)
Her: Not often, sometimes he does. Isn't it normal for couples to bicker and argue?
I suddenly didn't know what to say, so I sent a laughing emoji.
Her: What does he usually talk to you about? Does he talk about women?
This question stumped me. It wasn't that it was hard to answer, but I wanted to know the story behind the question, what made her ask it.
Me: We rarely chat. Every time, I only make appointments for massages with him. We don't talk about anything else. He doesn't talk to me about women.
Her: He treats you differently, I can tell.
Me: How is he different?
Her: If it were other men giving massages, he only allows me to massage men at home, he's never offered in-home services. He trusts you, he says you're a clean and good person.
I didn't know how to answer her. At the same time, I was still a little proud of her husband's evaluation of me. I'm a kind-hearted person, though sometimes a bit of a womanizer and a bit daring, but overall I'm a man who contributes to society and acts reasonably.
Me: Brother, you flatter me. I didn't expect you to trust me so much. I'm unworthy of such praise.
She: Your older brother said you're a clean and good person, but when I massaged you, your hands weren't so well-behaved. I knew all your little tricks.
This reversal and slap in the face left me feeling like I was in two worlds at once. I awkwardly replied with a crying emoji.
Me: I probably hadn't woken up yet that day. I won't do it again.
She: What do you think of me?
I was stumped again. Was this flirting, or a trap? I typed and deleted my reply several times, feeling like a cat on a hot tin roof.
Me: Pretty good.
She: In what way?
Is it really okay for her to flirt with me so aggressively? I did have some feelings for her, but I couldn't resist her flirting. The key was that I was worried her husband wouldn't know we were chatting as friends.
Me: Pretty good in every way. You're good-looking, have a good personality, and are good at massage.
She replied with a smiley face: Is it really that good?
I simply replied: Yes.
She said, "If, and I mean, if one day he says something nonsensical to you, don't believe him. I just want to give you a massage."
I felt there was a hidden meaning in her words. What kind of nonsensical things would her husband say to me? And I'm a customer, she's a massage therapist—what else could happen between us besides a massage? Just as
I was about to press her for more information, she sent her last message
: "So you can delete friends on WeChat. I've deleted you. Remember what I said."
When I tried to message her again, WeChat had already notified me that we were no longer friends. We hadn't talked much, but her words were full of hidden meanings, and I couldn't make sense of them at first. It wasn't until later, when her husband contacted me and talked about something that wasn't quite about massage, that I started to understand.
Section 8: Her husband and I
were doing well at work, and I finally had some free time. One Saturday morning, I was scrolling through my WeChat Moments when I saw her husband's update about his massage membership card. It reminded me of our WeChat conversations. This woman, we'd only been WeChat friends for one conversation, but I really didn't have time to process our exchange; many of her words were loaded with hidden meanings.
Then her husband contacted me on WeChat. I liked his post. After he knew I was online, he surprisingly initiated a chat.
Her husband: "Brother, I'm sorry about last time. I only found out about what happened that night when I got home."
Me: "I should be the one feeling bad. I scared your wife that night."
Her husband: "It's alright. My woman is just a bit naive and inexperienced. I've told her countless times that you're a decent person and wouldn't bully her."
I was stunned by her husband's message, unsure how to respond. I had indeed been physically inappropriate with his wife; she probably hadn't told him, had she?
I sent a smiley face: Thank you for your trust, brother.
Her husband sent a fist-and-palm emoji. I thought that was the end of our chat.
A few minutes later, our WeChat chat window showed "typing," and I knew he still had something to say to me. But after waiting a long time, no message came. He must have typed something in the chat, felt it wasn't appropriate, and deleted it—I sometimes do that with friends. Since he didn't send it, I didn't want to contact him first. So, back and forth for a few minutes, finally a message popped up.
Her husband: Can we do a simple service follow-up?
I thought it was something serious; what was there to hesitate about?: Sure. I also sent a smiley face.
Her husband: Are you satisfied with my wife's massage technique?
Me: Yes.
Her husband: Are you satisfied with my wife's service attitude?
Me: Very satisfied.
Her husband: Do you have any objections to our pricing?
Me: No.
Her husband asked some standard service industry follow-up questions, nothing particularly interesting, but I still appreciated his customer-centric attitude. However, I felt that after talking to me for so long, he was waiting for an opportunity. Finally, near the end of the follow-up, he threw out the bombshell question.
Her husband: "Just a side note, do you think my wife is pretty?"
Because of my previous, predictable answers to the follow-up questions, I didn't initially pay much attention to this question and blurted out: "She's quite pretty."
People tend to reveal their true, undisguised thoughts in relaxed conversations. In my eyes, she was indeed quite pretty, and her figure was to my liking—curvy in the right places, well-proportioned, with a full bust and shapely hips.
Her husband: "Do you think she looks better in loose-fitting work clothes or fitted ones?"
This question was slightly more personal. I pulled myself out of the usual conversation and thought for a moment. This might have gone beyond the scope of a standard follow-up, but we'd known each other for a while, and had worked together before, so I didn't think much of it.
Me: I think they're all fine, but specifically, which outfit looks better? I think the fitted clothes I wore to the hotel the second time looked better than the loungewear I wore at home; it made me look younger and more energetic.
Her husband then followed up: "Do you look better in high heels or flats?"
At this question, I had a bad feeling. I felt that her husband's question perfectly matched the outfits she wore when she served me. The first time I went to her house, she wore loungewear and flats, but the outfits and shoes were different every time afterward. Was her husband specifying her attire each time? Had I already fallen into a trap? I was a little hesitant to answer.
Me: "Brother, your questions are getting more and more confusing. This doesn't really have much to do with service follow-ups, does it?" (I replied timidly).
Her husband seemed to realize the conversation was going a bit off track and sent a smiley face.
Her husband: "Is it just a follow-up and chatting? We in the service industry sometimes pay a lot of attention to our image. Besides, I think a woman is a man's image. I want my wife to make me look good both at home and outside."
I sent a crying face emoji and replied, "I think your wife looks good in high heels; they make her legs look longer."
We both relaxed a bit, especially me. Maybe it was because of our previous conversation that made me wary of her husband, but after what he said, I actually felt much more relaxed.
Just as I relaxed, her husband sent another bombshell message. It seemed like he was going to get to the bottom of things today.
Her husband: "Are you interested in my wife?"
At this point, I really sensed something was wrong. I was incredibly anxious. I didn't know if this chat was a sign of my inappropriate behavior or a ploy by her husband. I hesitated for several minutes, typing and deleting, trying to explain something. I had a feeling that sometimes explanations are just a cover-up, and a cover-up means something's really going on.
Me: "Brother, don't joke like that with your younger brother. No matter how beautiful your wife is, I wouldn't dare have any improper thoughts.
" Her husband: "Brother, please help me out, okay?"
I was completely bewildered by her husband's back-and-forth, utterly lost.
Me: Brother, I'm just a recent graduate. I really can't help you with any major difficulties you're facing, but if there's anything I can do to help, just tell your brother, and I'll do my best.
Her husband: I often watch foreign pornographic films and am very interested in the partner swapping in them, but my wife was initially reluctant to agree. I did a lot of persuasion, and she reluctantly agreed, but she only engages with men she finds attractive. We keep encountering men like this. Every time my wife finishes massaging another man, I ask her if she felt anything. Before she met you, she always said she didn't feel anything, either because she disliked the smell of smoke or because she disliked the man's weight and belly. It just so happens that she seems to have a slightly higher level of attraction to you, but not a very high one. Do you understand what I mean?
After reading his long reply, I couldn't help but think of her advice again. Was her advice a warning to be wary of her husband's trap, or was she genuinely unwilling to engage in partner swapping? But I still believe that this should be a matter of free choice, and it should happen naturally and cannot be forced. But it was pretty much what I'd suspected. Judging from the various posts about couples' interactions shared by her husband's friends, we seemed to be kindred spirits. What a coincidence! While reassuring him that things couldn't be rushed, I gave him the website for Happiness Village, suggesting he register and read the posts there – it might be helpful. When
he learned I wasn't opposed to couples' games and that we were kindred spirits, he was overjoyed. That afternoon, he invited me to dinner, saying he wanted to learn from me. I didn't have much work at the company lately, and it was the weekend, so I gladly accepted. We booked a private room at Coffee Man, south of Wanda Plaza, a popular spot for young people going on blind dates. For the two of us men, it was, in a way, a "blind date." After some pleasantries, we got straight to the point.
Her husband: I always thought I was lonely. I never knew there was such a place as Happiness Village. I wish I'd met you sooner! It's fate!
Me: Indeed, it's fate, a destiny arranged by heaven. Brother, why don't you let your wife use WeChat? I think I have something to tell you.
Her husband: What do you think?
I recounted my WeChat conversation with my sister-in-law, but omitted the details of her husband's physical assault. He said he didn't allow his wife to use WeChat because, firstly, society is too chaotic, and since she's a massage therapist, he was afraid she'd be taken advantage of; secondly, he felt insecure, fearing his wife was a charming woman and might be targeted by men he didn't like. In other words, even if she were to engage in any exchange, it would have to be within his control.
I think this is a common psychological issue for couples starting out with this game—wanting to try it, yet worried about losing control. However, this is usually reflected in women's behavior towards men; the reverse is less common
. It does reveal her husband's strong desire for control and a touch of male chauvinism. I suggested that your first step should be to allow her to chat freely on WeChat. Brother, you can't have your cake and eat it too. To encourage your sister-in-law to try this game, you first need to liberate her mind. Your control will backfire.
Her husband: Okay, I'll just allow her to chat with you for now, is that alright? I trust you.
Me: Sure, I can talk to her and offer some guidance. We also need to increase our contact in daily life; more contact will help resolve her inner conflicts and avoid the tension and discomfort of the game.
Her husband seemed to have found a mentor and friend, completely trusting me. I was grateful for his trust, and on the other hand, thinking about my desire for a relationship with her, and imagining her ample breasts and hips, I couldn't help but feel excited. Essentially, her husband and I hit it off immediately. We planned our first non-massage-style outdoor encounter in the private room of the coffee shop. The time was set for next Saturday evening, and the location was Liushuwang Park in the west of Huai'an city. The theme was: A Midsummer Night's Rendezvous at Liushuwang.
Our plan was roughly this: I would go to Willow Bay Park beforehand, find a secluded spot, and send my location to her husband. He would then drive her there under the pretense of an after-dinner walk, and when we reached a place not far from my location, he would start flirting with her in front of me. When the time was right, I would suddenly appear, greet them, and her husband would invite me to walk with him. During the walk, at a certain distance from me, he would remove her underwear (there are many ways to do this), and then signal for me to walk alone with her for a while—basically, to be alone with her without underwear, to see if we could spark anything. That was the plan; how it actually went was anyone's guess.
We were very confident in the plan, and I had a general idea of what was going on. My task was to help him "train" her. Thinking back on our many interactions, she seemed to have some interest in me, and I was equally interested in her. I felt we would soon be able to make it work.
We had a simple afternoon tea, then went our separate ways. Afterwards, her husband would have her add me on WeChat, and I would pretend I knew nothing about it.
In this world, everything depends on acting skills.

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