[ANKM-002]

Hanai Yuri: Hidden Camera - Uniform Blowjob and Creamie in Oil Massage

New material has arrived from a male massage (mens esthetic) supplier. As mentioned before, this place looks like an ordinary massage parlor at first glance, but the actual services are nothing like they appear—instead, they resemble those of a lovey-dovey brothel. From a man's perspective, the treatments shown are things no woman would ever do for just any customer; these are serious, genuine acts that feel deeply personal. "I'm god-tier!" "I'm special!" "I'm her destined one!" The kind of service that makes you feel this way—how is that even possible? This is a shop where overly deluded repeat customers come back again and again, completely convinced they're the exception. This time, I'll explain while also sharing details about my own work. I often support the sales side of indie adult videos. The people doing the filming are usually amateurs at best, mostly interested only in shooting the same basic sex scenes over and over. They hand off the raw footage and leave everything else—editing, distribution, financial management—to underground middlemen like me. This material followed that same pattern. But here's the thing: when I check the footage, 99% of it doesn't turn me on at all. Only about one in every 500 videos makes me hard on first viewing. The ones that do excite me are the ones where you can feel the emotional subtlety between the man and woman—the kind where the word "serious" naturally comes to mind. After seeing so many mechanical, soulless porn clips, you start thinking, "Fuck this, I'm done with generic porn." One after another, I'm handed fake, hollow sex scenes built on pretense. My eyes aren't fooled. Without genuine emotional nuance, without something real beyond acting, I'm left disappointed—yet I quietly keep working. Every time I import new footage into my PC, I grip the mouse and pray, "Please let this one turn me on." The most exciting part of this job is hitting play on a new clip, expecting nothing, and suddenly finding myself aroused. Going through multiple camera angles, I once again thought I'd been fooled—until I wasn't. "This supplier's material is actually a hit!!!" Maybe it's because I already knew the shop's concept. Upon checking, the content was once again blissfully envy-inducing. Just reviewing the footage, I could feel myself sinking into the trap. The mere thought of the "treatment" in these videos makes my heart race. These girls are serious… or at least, they seem completely serious! From a man's point of view: "If I got treated like this, I'd totally misinterpret it!" "Sure, handjob services are expected… but going beyond that to make a man genuinely excited and flustered?" "I'm the only special one, right?" "Can I seriously fall in love with her?" "Don't we have amazing chemistry? Tell me yes." "Do you believe in fate's thread?" "This is marriage-material, right?" "Let's get married." Services that make you feel this way—I called it a "stalker factory" last time, but seriously, isn't this insane?! Why do these girls do this? What are they thinking? How can they put themselves in such dangerous emotional positions? The fact that their motivations are unclear, their actions sudden and inexplicable—that itself feels dangerous and strangely arousing. No matter what, the customer comes first. The customer is god! That seems to be the shop owner's most soulful creed. It's a brainwashing slogan that feels oddly out of place at a place clearly designed for sexual release. From someone close to the shop, I heard the owner has an incredibly high casting standard. Sure, appearance matters, but above all, they prioritize girls who truly put customers first—girls who give their all, who seem kind to everyone, who would go out of their way even for a loser guy, hardworking types who never complain. But honestly, the scariest one here is the owner—handpicking only these types of girls, building a system designed to emotionally trap men, dragging them into delusion, all so they can secretly film and profit from it. That guy is the real monster… And every time I watch these treatment videos, one word comes to mind: envy. I'm in my mid-40s, still unmarried, living alone with decent savings. Watching girls treat random men this way—making them feel so special—makes me sad. I want to go. But at the same time, I know I absolutely shouldn't. This shop is a devilish system that would swallow my heart whole. Truth is, I want to go… but I won't. I've sworn it. Because I know—once I experience even one session of this treatment, I'd be trapped for life. No matter the reason, have you ever had a girl genuinely try her best to make you feel wanted? Have you ever received an approach from a girl that clearly crosses the line, making you more excited than actual sex? I realized while watching this—my life has never had that. Without saying a word, just through her attitude and actions, making you mistakenly believe she likes you—then topping it off with the "extra option" (sex). Isn't this the ultimate male massage experience? If someone treated me like this, I'd fall for her instantly. I'd be implanted with such intense pleasure and romantic feelings that escape would be impossible. These videos are envious… and terrifying. Just watching from afar makes my heart race like crazy. But I absolutely refuse to fall into the trap. Watching is enough. For my life, that's sufficient. If I can watch and jerk off while my heart pounds, that's all I need. This experience reminded me once again—true value lies not in mere sex, but in emotional connection, genuine intent, and that indescribable, heart-pounding excitement. (I wrote this last time too… sweat.) I really wish I could get married soon. I can't tell you where this shop is. You probably want to go, but like me, please restrain yourself to just watching these videos. And please, whatever you do, don't let your heart cross that line like the people in these videos did.