NTR Massage Parlour: A Wellness Technique Guide

”What is this?!” Yohan wondered, eyes wide. One minute he was standing in front of a fast-moving bus about to be run over, and the next, he was lying on a bed—in a room he hadn’t been in for years.

It was his old house, the one he used to live in with his uncle after his parents died.

He quickly glanced at the calendar.

”2015?!”

”That’s ten years ago...”

”Did I... go back in time?”

He couldn’t believe it. Maybe this is a dream...

Just then, there was a knock at the door.

”You lazy boy! Come out right now! How can you still be sleeping at this time?”

That voice—he hadn’t heard it in almost five years.

Yohan rushed to the door and opened it.

It’s actually him... the devil himself.

The small, frail man had made his life hell after his parents passed. He’d sold their house and later the massage parlour they had left for Yohan.

Yohan had the urge to pounce on him right then—but he held himself back, cautious in case this really wasn’t a dream.

But how could it not be? Does this mean I’ve really gone back in time?

”Why are you just staring at me like that? Do you want to beat me?” his uncle asked, but Yohan stayed silent. The look in his eyes made the older man slightly uneasy.

”Why are you still home? Aren’t you supposed to have opened the parlour by now? If it doesn’t bring in any profit this month, I’ll have to start considering other options—”

”Don’t even think about it,” Yohan interrupted, shooting him a threatening glare that made the man flinch.

”I’m not going to let you sell the last thing my parents left me.”

His uncle blinked, surprised. Yohan had never spoken to him this boldly before. Still, he wouldn’t let himself be intimidated by an 19-year-old.

”I never said that,” he replied defensively. ”I only said we might have to consider other options. The massage parlour is supposed to be a business, but every month it’s losing money. So maybe there’s no harm in—”

”I said I’m not letting you sell it.” Yohan’s voice was firm.

His uncle gritted his teeth. ’If I’d known he’d act like this, I would’ve sold it before he turned 18’. But now that Yohan was legally an adult, he needed his approval.

Still... there are other ways around that.

”Fine. Just make sure you earn enough to pay back the loan before the year ends,” he said.

Yohan didn’t wait for him to finish. He slammed the door in his face.

Outside, his uncle stood fuming. ”You better mind how you talk to me in this house if you don’t want to be living on the street!”

Yohan heard him but didn’t respond. He knew it was an empty threat. His uncle wouldn’t kick him out—not until he found a way to trick Yohan into signing the parlour away.

Not this time.

He would never repeat that mistake again. That massage parlour was the last memory of his parents, and he would protect it with everything he had. Even if this really was just a dream, he was going to make the most of it. With all the knowledge he had from the future, this life was going to be different.

As he turned around, something caught his eye—a red book on his reading table.

”The Path to Sutra: A Wellness Technique Guide.”

He didn’t remember having a book like that in his past life.

Curious, he opened it—and his eyes widened in shock.

It was a step-by-step guide to understanding the human body. Everything—anatomy, systems, pressure points—written in simple language, with detailed diagrams.

He flipped further—and stopped.

There was a drawing of a woman being fingered. So realistic it made his cock twitch.

The next page was even more explicit, showing multiple illustrations of sex with detailed notes and labels.

It wasn’t just porn—it was instructional. It explained techniques, pleasure points, body reactions. Written with such clarity that Yohan instantly saw its value.

”What kind of blessing is this?” he muttered, tears gathering in his eyes.

He kept flipping. One section focused on herbal medicine —ways to improve physique and health with simple ingredients.

His uncle had left the house, and his aunt, Vivian, wouldn’t be back for a while. All he needed were a few things.

After some hesitation, he decided to give it a try.

As he stepped out of his room, he realized someone was in the house.

Not his uncle. Not his aunt.

It was their daughter—that spoiled brat.

She wore a crop top, no bra, with the bottom curve of her breasts peeking out. Yohan shook his head.

’She’s just a whore like her mother’

They didn’t say a word—just exchanged glances as he walked past. Cassie looked at him, puzzled by the way he stared. To her, Yohan had always been a leech—living off her parents.

But in truth, she was the leech. She did no house chores, partied constantly, and her parents footed the bill—even in her third year of college.

’Still... she really was hot’

In the future, Yohan hadn’t seen her for years. Rumor had it she moved in with her boyfriend, but Yohan knew the truth.

She was kicked out after her father discovered... she wasn’t really his daughter.

Three years from now the truth would be revealed that Vivian had cheated on his uncle multiple times before marriage and maybe a few times after. One of those encounters had left her pregnant.

’Maybe I can use this information... somehow’