NTR Massage Parlour: A Wellness Technique Guide

Chloe looked at her sister with a confused expression, ”Why are you being so weird...?

”I-I was just waking up from a nap,” Olyvia stammered

”Oh... could you wait for a bit? Yohan is in there,”

”Y-Yeah, of course,” Olyvia blurted, before hastily retreating down the hall.

”What’s wrong with her?” Chloe wondered, but she quickly brushed it off before pushing open the door and stepping inside.

”Yohan, put these on,” she said, trying her best not to glance at the serpent dangling between his legs.

”Thank you,” Yohan replied, taking the folded clothes from her.

”T-They’re the biggest ones I have, so they should fit you,” she said, clearing her throat awkwardly.

”Come out when you’re done. I made some hot tea for you,” she added before quickly turning around and leaving the bathroom.

After a while, Yohan stepped out wearing an oversized grey shirt and blue shorts.

He sat in the living room while Chloe brought him a cup of tea, then took a seat across from him, keeping a careful distance.

”So, what did you come here to talk about?” she asked, her voice now stripped of the concern she had shown earlier.

”You know... it’s about me and Mia...” he began, struggling to find the words.

”What’s there to talk about? You two were doing what you were doing.” Her tone was sharp, but her eyes betrayed something softer. ”Just tell me one thing, why did you choose her and not me?”

”I didn’t choose her,” he said quietly. ”We just... ended up together, that’s all.”

”Okay...” she murmured, looking away.

”Chloe,” he continued, ”I’m not going to sit here and make excuses for what happened. I already told you before, this thing you want is not going to work how you expect it.”

”Then why did you come here?” she shot back.

”Because... you didn’t look okay when you left. And I don’t like seeing you like that.” He paused, his voice softening. ”I care about you.”

”More than Mia?” The question slipped out before she could stop herself.

Yohan could have easily said yes and told her what she wanted to hear. But that wasn’t his style.

”I don’t know...” he sighed.

From behind the corner, Olyvia listened quietly to their conversation.

’Seems like they’re having a troublesome moment...’ she thought, stifling a frown, ’but I didn’t know Yohan was that kind of guy, to think he would be with someone else and still try to get with my sister... such a jerk’

Yet even as the thoughts went through her mind, the image of his cock replayed in her mind.

’I wonder how big it is when it’s hard... to think such a thing was inside of Chloe. No wonder she was screaming like that, it must have been so nice’

’Why am I even thinking about that?’ she scolded herself, shaking her head in frustration. Yet the thought lingered, stubborn and intrusive.

It was hard to bury the thought since the only other person she had been with was her husband and his size wasn’t anywhere close to Yohan’s soft cock.

Although she was married she had way less experience compared to her sister. Just thinking about the size of his cock was starting to make her wet.

’I wish I could see it again...’

After a while, the rain finally stopped, and Yohan stepped out of the house, now fully dressed. Chloe walked him to the door.

”Chloe,” he began, turning to face her, ”I’d understand if you don’t want to come back to work... but I want you to know, you’re really special to me, and I’m always going to care for you,”

Chloe could hear it in his voice that he meant every word he said.

”Okay... goodnight,” she shut the door.

Yohan sighed, ’Why is she so mad, it’s not as if she ever noticed me before... women can be so entitled’

Yohan arrived home after a while. The house was dark, no light spilling through the windows. He figured no one was home or maybe they’d all gone to bed early.

He unlocked the door and stepped inside, only to freeze. Cassie was sitting on the couch, motionless, her eyes fixed on the TV. The screen flickered silently with muted images.

’W–what is she doing here... and why is the TV on mute?’

He decided to just head straight to his room, pretending not to notice her.

”Is it true?” her voice broke the silence just as he walked past.

He stopped.

”That you tried to steal our house?”

Yohan exhaled slowly. ”Cassie, you shouldn’t believe everything your father tells you.”

”Then you tell me...” she said, rising from the couch.

He could see it on her face — the distress, the confusion, the disbelief. The news about her father had clearly shaken her.

Yohan sighed. ”I offered to pay for the house if he agreed to transfer it to my name.”

Her head snapped up. ”Why... why would you do that?” Her voice trembled, rising slightly.

”Because I could,” he said evenly. ”If he could ask me to sell my shop for this purpose, then this was the least he could do in return.”

”But it’s our house! You can’t just come here and take it from us!”

”I wasn’t planning to kick anyone out,” Yohan replied, his tone firm but weary. ”I just wanted what I felt was fair. If he didn’t want my help, he could’ve said no. I wasn’t forcing him.”

He paused, frustration leaking into his voice. ”But instead, what did he do? If you’re looking for someone to blame, Cassie, blame the right person. What if I hadn’t made it in time? What would’ve happened to my parents’ massage parlor then, huh?”

She flinched slightly, but he pressed on.

”Did you know he even tried to set me on fire?”

Cassie’s eyes widened, her hand flying to her mouth.

”He didn’t tell you that part?” Yohan asked quietly. ”Ask the police officers, they’ll confirm it. Cassie, your father wasn’t a good man. The sooner you realize that, the better for you.”

He left her standing there and went to his room.