I've been operating as a professional body treatment and massage therapist for several years. After working in Tokyo for two years and obtaining qualifications including Lymph Refining Therapist and Aroma Therapy Certification Level 1, I opened my own private body treatment studio near Tokyo. Being highly attracted to women, I've focused on creating a female-oriented business environment and introduced discounted ladies' days to actively attract female clients.
Thanks to this approach, I've welcomed a wide range of female customers—from young students and career women to beautiful housewives—and gradually increased my studio's visibility. Initially, some were cautious about being treated by a male therapist, but as sessions progressed, many female clients began experiencing sexual pleasure during treatments, which I recognized as part of the therapy's appeal.
At first hesitant, I gradually accepted these sensations as part of the treatment process, allowing clients to fully entrust their bodies to me. Among them, one particularly memorable client was a woman in her early twenties. Her cute facial features, slender, fair-skinned body, cheerful personality, and easygoing nature made the session especially enjoyable.
As usual, I began the treatment with a thorough oil massage starting from the back. After having her sit down, I carefully massaged her breasts from behind, noticing she shyly tried to cover herself at first. However, after explaining that she needed to lower her arms and push her chest forward for proper treatment, she cooperated despite visible nervousness.
Slowly kneading upward along her youthful, firm, and elastic breasts, I noticed she occasionally tried to stop my hands, saying, "You don't need to do this part..." But after thoroughly explaining the benefits of massage and continuing the strokes, her body began trembling involuntarily and her breathing grew heavy.
Her sensitive reactions excited me deeply. While massaging slightly deeper into her groin area with my fingers and gradually moving closer to her intimate parts, she looked confused, whispering, "Something's touching there...? Huh??"—yet moans occasionally slipped out, sounding incredibly erotic.
Slipping my hand beneath her paper panties, I massaged both sides of her groin while externally enveloping her crotch. She shyly murmured, "Um... it's touching..." Despite her embarrassment, when I casually brushed the center, I discovered her cl