Chapter 32: The Aesthetic Clinic (1) [R-18]

The door of the transport vehicle opened again.

“Please board.”

She climbed into the vehicle without a word. The rattling old seats, the caked-on dust stains on the floor—it was all exactly the same as when she had left this place. As if nothing had changed.

And yet, one thing had.

As the vehicle started moving, Seojin gazed out the window. Her face was expressionless, but between her long eyelashes, a faint glimmer of hope flickered.

Outside the window, the fields, the dilapidated barns, and the winding, unpaved roads stretched on. Even the small rocks and dried blades of grass that she hadn’t noticed on her way here now came into sharp focus.

She realized now that this was the quiet she had desperately needed.

…Nominated. Winning bid. 620 million.

The number still felt alien. It wasn’t just about the money. She still couldn’t answer the question of ‘why.’

“Can you stay by someone’s side for a long time?”

That voice, however, she recalled with perfect clarity. A voice that held neither lust nor humiliation.

The truck rumbled over the winding mountain path and entered the outer road near the training center.

Seojin thought of the previous night, of muffling her mouth in her blanket. The moments she had spent hugging her own trembling body, her legs pressed tightly together. Moments no one could ever know, moments she herself wanted to pretend never happened.

But now, something was a little different. Deep inside her heart, something very small, very quiet—

…If it’s him.

The thought crossed her mind that a single lifeline had been lowered to her, her only chance to live like a human being.

A faint smile touched her lips as she closed her eyes. Inside the vehicle swaying in the wind, she leaned back quietly and let out a long breath.

*

In contrast, the luxury sedan came to a stop before a building whose plain exterior belied its immaculately arranged interior.

Stepping through the glass doors, Iseo instinctively straightened her posture, taking in the indirect ceiling lights, the quiet classical music, and the faint, pleasant scent lingering in the air.

“Hyun Iseo-nim, I will guide you this way.”

At the calm words of a female employee, Iseo nodded and followed. The room she entered was filled with warm lighting, neatly folded towels, and various bottles arranged on a silver tray.

Following the employee’s gesture, she parted a curtain to one side and found a small changing room and a shower booth. Inside, a set of disposable underwear lay in thin paper packaging.

“We will begin the service after you have washed up.”

The shower booth was warm and quiet. When she turned the knob, a stream of water with a gentle pressure flowed down from above. Iseo bowed her head, slowly letting the water soak her.

As if tidying a body long caked in sweat and dust, she dispensed shampoo and body wash in turn, carefully scrubbing herself from head to toe. It was her first time outside in so long, and this place was a luxury she could never have dreamed of during her military life.

After rinsing off, Iseo dried herself with a small towel that had been prepared for her and picked up the disposable underwear from the basket.

The thin, paper-like material wasn’t transparent, but it felt flimsy and insubstantial. She carefully stepped into the bottoms and pulled them up to her waist. The top that covered her chest was made of the same material.

…So this is what it feels like.

Rustle. Even the moisture and air seeping through the thin underwear felt foreign. She slipped on the provided slippers and opened the curtain again.

A vast silence, a subtle fragrance, and a bed, quietly prepared. Beside it, two female staff members in suits, different from the one who had guided her earlier, were waiting.

“Please lie down here.”

Without any resistance, Iseo lay down on the sheet-covered bed. As she relaxed under the ceiling from which a soft light shone down, she felt her entire body slowly unwind.

“We will begin now.”

The two women wore no rubber gloves, nor were their hands cold. Standing on either side of her, one for her upper body and one for her lower, they had only the hands of professionals, kept at a perfect temperature for touching skin.

Warm lotion was poured over Iseo’s shoulders. The woman in charge of her upper body spread her palms wide, gently massaging from her shoulders to her collarbones and down to the area beneath her breasts.

Each time a hand touched her, Iseo’s skin flinched reflexively, but she didn’t move. It was due to a slight tension.

Unlike the greedy, rough hands of the men she had known, the women’s smooth hands worked the lotion further and further inward, carefully tracing the curves of her breasts.

From the outside of her breasts to the inside, and then to the very edge of her areolas. The movements were seamless, yet strangely devoid of emotion. They were purely professional, as if handling a mannequin.

As the woman cupped her breast from below and lifted it, the excess lotion naturally trickled down into her cleavage and onto her abdomen.

Simultaneously, the woman at her lower body began to slowly envelop her legs, starting from below the knees. When her hands moved to Iseo’s inner thighs, Iseo naturally parted her legs to maintain her balance, without needing to be told.

“…Ngh.”

The hands slowly ascended to the border of her underwear. As they moved back down to her legs, slowly stroking them, Iseo’s breath grew a little longer.

Her lips trembled slightly. In the quiet space, Iseo was slowly accepting the sensations that were changing her body.

The remaining lotion on her stomach was slowly absorbed while, below, hands continued to work in gentle circles, tending to her entire legs. It felt as if she were being cleansed from the inside out. A pressure and release that touched sensitive areas without truly touching them.

The two women’s hands moved in sync, crossing over without interference as if in conversation, tuning Iseo’s body.

This time, the disposable top covering her breasts was carefully lifted, and a clear gel was gently dripped onto her flesh.

Iseo flinched, sucking in a breath. The soft, wet sensation, followed by the pressure of a thumb drawing circles over it.

The hand applying the gel to her breasts slowly approached the tip of her areola. But it neither cupped it nor pressed down hard.

It was a movement that simply felt what was there, just circling, just touching. That neutral stimulation, paradoxically, began to slowly pull at something deep inside Iseo’s chest.

“Please breathe naturally.”

The voice that reached her ear was also low. Calm and emotionless guidance. But Iseo’s breathing grew more and more ragged. She instinctively tried to close her legs. But in that moment—

“Please keep them open.”

At the calm words from the employee handling her lower body, she froze, then slowly parted her legs again.

And then she felt the sensation of hands parting her there, a fingernail lightly scraping the inside.

“We’ll start by clearing out any residue.”

As the employee spoke, Iseo closed her eyes in shame. The touch wasn’t cold. In fact, a hand slightly warmer than her own body temperature slid carefully inside her underwear.

A single, slender finger slid inside and scraped.

There was nothing hard or rough about it. It was slow, gentle. A sensitive contact felt only with the very tip of the finger.

“Heut…!”

Just as Iseo was about to let out a sob from the strange, foreign sensation, the finger slipped out, and it was over in an instant. Even so, her body was slowly being colored by the feeling.

The pattern of the two women’s emotionless hands touching her repeatedly and indifferently accumulated within her, layer by layer, like a stored-up memory of a caress.

The final step for her upper body was oil. The oil trickled down from her elbow, drawing a long, narrow line on her skin. Iseo’s gaze lost focus as she followed the rhythm of the fingers moving along that line.

She wanted to close her eyes, but she felt that the moment she did, it would all disappear again, so she forced them to stay open, maintaining a slightly blurred focus.

The woman at her upper body used her fingertips to trace the curve beneath Iseo’s breast, moving as if bringing to the surface a contour hidden beneath water.

“…Hah…”

As the hand cupped the side of her breast and swept past, repeating the motion several times, circling her nipple without touching it, Iseo’s back slowly began to arch.

Her underwear had long since become soaked and transparent, leaving her exposed, and the woman did not avoid the area, brushing past it but never lingering.

By then, the heat rising from her lower body was becoming more intense than that from her upper body.

The woman sat between her parted knees, carefully spreading her inner thighs. As a second finger slid along the outside of her labia, a faint spasm ran through Iseo’s stomach.

“Eut…”

Her thighs clenched unconsciously. But the professional woman, rather than asking her to part them again, skillfully turned her hand inward, guiding it to follow the movement so as not to be gripped.

As the hand moved thinly and slowly between the folds of her labia, applying oil as if wiping the inside, Iseo felt a thrill that was stronger and more unfamiliar than shame.

Her gluteal muscles trembled faintly, and her breath grew ragged from the heat pooling in her lower abdomen.

At that moment, the hand on her upper body finally pressed her nipple, lightly and briefly.

“Haahng…!”

The short cry that escaped Iseo’s lips was tiny, but its echo was long. Her stomach rose and fell with her breaths as the women’s fingertips parted her completely.

She was melting, hotter than ever before, under the most indifferent touch in the world.

Translated By: Meher (RaidenTL)

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