Nonoka Kawai, a stunningly beautiful and slender girl with big, round breasts and flawless skin, comes to the clinic from her job at a gift shop, her cute smile leaving a lasting impression. Though she has some experience with esthetics and massage, this is her first time receiving an oil massage. Complaining of fatigue from standing all day, she heads into the treatment room. Her slim figure in clothes made her seem delicate, but once she changes into her gown, her plump, perfectly shaped tits barely fit, their softness and smooth skin clearly visible through the screen. She looks around the room curiously, clearly intrigued by the experience.
Then a male therapist enters. "There aren't any female staff?" she asks, hesitant, but reluctantly agrees to proceed. When he offers to remove her towel, she says, "It's fine, you don't have to," but he insists, "I can't assess you properly otherwise." Eventually, they compromise—only her shoulders are uncovered at first. She's surprised by how sensitive her skin feels under the oil. As the massage moves down her body, she complains of tightness in her sciatic nerve. "That's your butt, right?" she questions, but ultimately removes the towel, allowing treatment to continue.
The therapist generously applies oil, her skin glistening, the slickness making her nipples clearly visible through the soaked fabric. Moving to her breasts, he pours even more oil. "Isn't that too much?" she protests, but he ignores her, beginning to massage her tits, fascinated by their softness. Taking advantage of the moment, he slides his hand beneath the towel and starts touching her lower body. "This is too much… you're going too far!" she gasps, but he gently strokes her inner thighs, teasing her groin. "Wait, this isn't supposed to be that kind of massage!" she cries, shocked. "I'll only do things that feel good…" he replies, unable to hold back as his fingers push inside. "Ah… stop…!!" she protests weakly, but her body relaxes, overwhelmed by pleasure.
Fingers thrust harder, wet squelching sounds filling the room. "Shall we continue?" he asks, pulling out his famous in-house treatment tool—his hard cock. Without hesitation, he says, "Then I'll just go ahead and insert it," and thrusts deep inside. "No way!! Why!?" she screams in disbelief, but she's already soaked and ready. Even as she covers her mouth, moans leak through—unmistakable signs of pleasure. Her face flushes deep red, a mix of humiliation and ecstasy painted across her expression. Clearly enjoying every moment, she writhes in bliss.
Next time, we'll prepare a private room—feel free to scream as loud as you want. We'll be waiting.