NTR Massage Parlour: A Wellness Technique Guide

”My house is this way, so I guess I’ll see you tomorrow,” Remi said, waving at Mia before heading down the street

”Okay, see you tomorrow,” she said before heading in the other direction.

Soon she arrived at home, quiet and empty as usual.

She went straight to the bathroom, shedding her clothes in a careless trail before stepping under the shower.

The first touch of warm water caressed her skin, running in glistening streams along her curves.

Steam curled around her body, softening the edges of her reflection on the glass. Each drop seemed to awaken her, rolling slowly over her sleek skin, washing away the weight of the day as she tilted her head back and let the water embrace her completely.

When she stepped out she heard a knock at the front door, she already had a good idea who it was.

But instead of rushing to tie a towel or put on some clothes, she walked into the living room fully naked.

When she held the handle she hesitated, thinking back to the instructions he had given her.

’He asked me to welcome him with no clothes on’ she blushed embarrassed about how naughty she currently was.

’There was no way a normal woman would do such a thing’ she sighed, before opening it.

Yohan, the handsome young man waiting at the other side of the door, was pleased with the sight he saw as the door opened.

Mia was completely naked

She stood frozen for a heartbeat, her bare body framed by the doorway. The cool air from outside brushed against her damp skin, making her shiver. Yohan’s eyes roamed slowly, deliberately, as if he wanted her to feel every second of his gaze.

Her cheeks burned crimson, but she didn’t cover herself. She remembered his words, how stern yet enticing his tone had been when he gave the instruction. Now, seeing the hunger in his eyes, she finally understood why.

Yohan stepped forward without asking permission. His presence filled the space between them, and Mia instinctively stepped back, her heart pounding. He closed the door behind him with a soft click, locking her into the moment.

”You actually did it,” he murmured, his voice low and rough. ”Good girl.”

Mia’s lips parted, but no words came out. The praise made her knees feel weak. She couldn’t meet his eyes, instead staring at the floor, her hands twitching as though they wanted to cover her nakedness but dared not.

Yohan reached out, tracing a finger lightly along her collarbone, down to the swell of her breast. The simple touch sent a shiver racing through her body.

”Do you realize,” he whispered, leaning close so she could feel his breath against her ear, ”how perfect you look like this?”

Mia bit her lip, trembling, torn between shame and the thrill flooding through her veins.

Mia’s breath came uneven, her chest rising and falling as Yohan’s finger lingered against her skin. He didn’t rush. His eyes held hers for a moment, dark and unwavering, before drifting back to admire the rest of her exposed body.

The silence between them was heavy, filled only by the faint hum of the shower still running in the bathroom. She felt every second stretch long, every heartbeat louder in her ears.

Yohan let his hand trail lower, but deliberately stopped just above her waist, leaving her yearning for more contact. He tilted his head slightly, his lips curving into the faintest smile.

”You’re blushing everywhere,” he said softly, almost as if he were amused by her struggle.

Mia swallowed, trying to find her voice. ”Y-You told me to...” she whispered, her words fragile, almost breaking.

”And you obeyed.” His tone carried both approval and possession. He brushed a damp strand of hair from her cheek, tucking it gently behind her ear. ”That’s what makes it beautiful, Mia... you always do what I say.”

Her legs felt weaker by the second. She didn’t know if it was from shame, or from how his presence pressed on her like an invisible weight. All she could do was nod faintly, caught between embarrassment and anticipation.

Yohan stepped closer, close enough that the warmth of his body mixed with hers. But he didn’t touch her further. Instead, he lingered, making her feel the ache of distance even in his nearness.

”Let me look at you a little longer,” he said, his voice calm but heavy with restraint.

Mia’s lips trembled as she exhaled. The longer he stared, the more exposed she felt—yet, strangely, the more she wanted him to never look away.

She tried to convince herself she was only doing what he told her, but that wasn’t the whole truth.

The moment she opened the door, bare and trembling, her heart had already betrayed her. The heat rushing through her body wasn’t just from the shower. Her skin tingled everywhere his eyes touched, and it made her thighs press together in a desperate, secret way.

It was frightening how much she wanted this — how much she wanted him. Shame clung to her thoughts, whispering that no normal woman should enjoy such a thing, but underneath that shame was a deeper thrill. Obeying him made her feel weak, yet at the same time, it made her feel alive.

She didn’t understand it, not fully. But she couldn’t deny the truth: the more she followed, the more her body pulsed with arousal, as if submission itself had unlocked a hunger she didn’t know she carried.

’What is wrong with me...?’ she thought, ’it’s like am losing my mind’

Yohan leaned closer, his gaze steady on hers. ”You’re trembling,” he murmured, his voice calm but edged with amusement. ”Is it fear... or something else?”

Her lips parted, but no answer came. She only shifted her weight, pressing her thighs together without realizing it.

He tilted his head, studying her reaction. ”If you were truly afraid, you would have disobeyed my instruction. But you didn’t. You opened the door just like this.” His eyes swept over her nakedness, deliberate and slow. ”Do you know what that tells me?”

Mia swallowed hard. ”W-What...?”

”That a part of you likes it.” His words were soft, almost kind, but they cut straight through her.

Heat rushed to her face, her body burning with shame and want at once. ’Why does hearing him say it make me ache even more...?’

Yohan stepped just close enough for her to feel the warmth radiating off his body, but not close enough to touch. ”Say it, Mia. Tell me I’m wrong... or admit that you enjoy this.”

Her breath caught. The words stuck in her throat, but the throb between her legs made the truth undeniable.