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Massage Room (1) R18

Thump Thump—

"Hoo, hoo…" I placed my hand on my chest and took deep breaths.

Thump Thump—

I could feel my heart racing wildly, almost pounding out of my chest. At the moment, I was in the massage room inside the cultural center located in the VIP residential area. The room was designed in a modern style, with a white massage bed in the center. It was soft, waterproof, and designed with a hole for the neck to rest comfortably. There was also a fist-sized hole where a man’s lower body would be. Ahem.

There were also beds similar to those used in gynecological exams, but I figured I wouldn’t be using those. The room was perfectly arranged with luxurious furniture and plants, soft lighting from above, and a calming fragrance in the air. Meditative music played quietly in the background.

There I stood, wearing a white robe.

"Please wait just a moment." Chloro, who had led me here by the hand, disappeared into the preparation room after saying that. It had been a long time since someone had held my hand. Her hand was warm and soft.

We had walked from the storage area to here in silence, just holding hands, but it felt like the river of my heart was being filled. I had almost forgotten how starved I was until just before entering this room.

"Thank you for waiting."

She was dressed in sheer black lingerie. Her brown hair was tied back in a bun, and she smiled with her blue eyes. She looked like the embodiment of Galatea, the statue Pygmalion sculpted in myth, reflecting his lifetime of artistic devotion.

Her flawless white skin and perfect curves were captivating. Not too much, not too little—just the right amount of beautifully toned abs. Her large breasts, though without a bra, showed no sign of sagging. They stood proudly, almost defying gravity, with small nipples faintly visible through the lingerie.

Naturally, her body was entirely free of hair. It reminded me of a joke about how real women spend money to remove hair, while dolls spend money to have hair implanted. Of course, I preferred it this way.

She wheeled in a small cart containing massage oil and various tools.

"What’s that?"

"Waxing tools. I brought them from the storage area where we collect items left behind by the residents."

"Waxing first?"

I was a little taken aback.

"I’d be happy to oblige right away if you wish, but I’d say that’s about an 80-90 point experience." She crossed her arms, brought her finger to her lips, and struck an adorable pose, though I barely had the presence of mind to notice. My attention was drawn to her breasts, squeezed together by her crossed arms, as they seemed to compete for space. It was unreal.@@novelbin@@

"Isn’t the idea of undisturbed skin-to-skin contact appealing? It’ll be more intense than you can imagine."

"Yeah, I think I’ve heard something like that before."

I remembered a conversation in the military with a guy who was always clean. He said the sensation was different after waxing. Once you try it during sex, you end up keeping it smooth all the time.

"Well then, it's time to undress, sir."

With a gentle touch, Chloro removed my robe. Since I had already showered in the adjacent bathroom while she was preparing, my body was clean.

"Please, lie down comfortably." Chloro took my hand and guided me to the massage bed, where I lay down, facing the ceiling. Though I was completely naked, the room was warm enough that I wasn’t cold at all.

Her finger lightly touched my lips. Her warm smile beamed down at me. With each smooth movement of her hands, my lower abdomen became clean. Her skill was beyond belief. From the precise application of the wax, the temperature control, the careful setting of areas, to the strength of the pull—it was all expertly calculated. It almost felt like a waste to use such advanced intelligence for something like this.

There was no need to treat the same area twice, and the pain was minimal.

My guy down there was already fully erect. Each time Chloro’s hand brushed past it, the teasing sensation was driving me mad. The tip, pointing to the sky, was already glistening with pre-cum. As she removed the wax from my lower abdomen again, the recoil made it sway wildly. But she remained calm. She continued waxing and deftly avoiding my throbbing penis, which seemed to scream, “Please pay attention to me!”

Once the area was smooth and bare, she picked up tweezers. It was time for the finishing touch, dealing with the ingrown hairs that couldn’t be removed with wax. Her left hand parted the skin near the shaft, causing a hidden hair to emerge. Just as her right hand, armed with the tweezers, prepared to pluck it…

Throb—

Gulp— Chloro caught it in her mouth. The sensation was blissful—warm, comforting, with just the right amount of moisture. Not unpleasant at all.

Pluck— She removed the hair with the tweezers, but I barely noticed the pain. At that moment, her long tongue wrapped around my glans, adding to the overwhelming pleasure.

“Haa…” A moan escaped my lips, unbidden. Wasn’t it embarrassing for a man to moan like that?

Pluck— The second hair was removed, and her tongue teasingly slid into the slit of my urethra. Like throwing a stone into a still pond, the pleasure rippled through me, starting from the tip and spreading throughout my body.

Was this like the technique nurses use when they tap your butt to distract you before a shot? If so, it was incredibly effective. But Chloro wasn’t done. Just when my entire focus was drawn to the sensation at the tip, she launched a surprise attack.

She reached out and flicked my nipple. Once gently upward, then downward, followed by a strong upward flick. A sharp jolt of pleasure shot through my spine and spread across my upper body. Was a man’s nipple really this sensitive?

“Hngh…” Another embarrassing moan slipped out. I hadn’t expected this kind of sensation at all. I looked down and made eye contact with Chloro. She was smiling sweetly, as if asking me to look at her face.

Even though she had my penis in her mouth, there was no vulgarity in her expression—only kindness and tenderness. It wasn’t just the beauty of the second-generation doll; it was Chloro’s heart, her dedication, that brought out this warmth in her smile.

With her eyes half-closed, she expertly maneuvered the tweezers while adjusting the position of my penis in her mouth like a joystick in an arcade game. Her lips moved gently, her tongue squirmed, her eyes rolled playfully, and her breasts jiggled slightly beneath her. The whole scene was absurd yet arousing, almost surreal. She seemed determined to show me every bit of pleasure and entertainment that could come from this waxing session.

Lick— Her tongue slid under the sensitive frenulum, sending a small wave of pleasure through my lower abdomen.

Lick— She quickly flicked her tongue across the back of the head multiple times. Wasn’t this technique called kariseme in Japan?

Press— She then pressed her broad tongue against the entire head, kneading it like sushi. The pressure crushed the head and spread an intense pleasure. Her tongue stretched long as it wrapped around the shaft. This was a technique impossible for any human.

Twist— It felt like a power drill was at work. Her long tongue spiraled from the base to the tip, coiling tightly around me like a pretzel. What woman’s tongue could move with such finesse and strength? Chloro’s wild yet sweet movements overwhelmed me and made my mind go hazy. Any minor pain from the plucking was quickly swallowed up by the overwhelming pleasure.

A powerful sensation started in my lower abdomen and raced toward the tip of my penis like a racehorse, driven by a single goal: ejaculation. But at that moment, her tongue stopped.

Like a gentle pat on a child's head, her broad tongue settled on the tip, as if to say, Don’t run just yet. I looked at her with pleading eyes, but her expression turned firm—something I hadn’t seen from her before.

Not yet, she said with her eyes, all while keeping my penis in her mouth.

Pop— Chloro finally let go and released my slick penis, now covered in saliva and precum. If she were to just stroke it a few times, I knew I’d explode like a fountain.

"You're all done for now."

Ignoring my pleading gaze, she reached out and placed her hand on my abdomen. Her long, slender fingers brushed over my navel, slowly gliding down toward my lower belly. The smooth, hairless skin pressed against her fingers, creating a pleasant sensation.

Her hand moved lower. As her fingers lightly grazed my fully erect penis, even the slightest touch sent a faint wave of pleasure through me. Finally, she gently swept her fingers over the tip.

Please hold it. Please move it.

My silent plea was met with a soft smile from Chloro.

"No."

There was a straight path of sensation, running from my prostate, through my urethra, and ending at the tip. Pleasure flowed like traffic down that road, but one signal still blocked its way—a red light that hadn’t changed.

"We're not done with the hair removal yet." She ran her hands up along my ribs. A different kind of shiver, unrelated to sexual pleasure, swept through my body and caused goosebumps to rise all over.

Her hands slid up and flicked both of my nipples. The thrill that started from my sides mixed with the pleasure in my nipples, making my breath hitch. Even a small echo of that reaction reached my lower abdomen, causing my member to twitch wildly and release precum.

"Hey, um…" I called out to her with a trembling voice. She must have understood the desire in the words I left unsaid. But she didn't acknowledge it.

"Turn over." Her eyes were gentle, and her voice kind, but her tone was firm.

"Hurry." The command was forceful, yet her voice remained warm, and her eyes were filled with affection. As if promising greater pleasure to come, she asked me to trust her for now. I had no choice but to comply.