By the time Moonbyul, who had said she would be out of the bathroom soon, finally emerged, Taeyang had already finished organizing everything he bought today, changed his clothes, and even vacuumed the living room.

Hearing the bathroom door open, he sighed and walked out of his room.

"You usually take less than 10 minutes, but today it took you 40 minutes. What’s going on?"

Moreover, Moonbyul wasn’t even properly dressed; she was just wearing her underwear. She lightly shook her head, her hair swaying gently and scattering water droplets.

"Well, sometimes it takes a bit longer," she replied, returning to her usual snappy demeanor as she toweled her hair again. Acting this way was the best method to hide her excitement.

Of course, Moonbyul didn’t want to take such a long shower. In fact, she was eager to get her massage.

But what if she got a massage and someone commented on her body odor? She would want to die. So, she used a rarely touched exfoliant to scrub her entire body clean. And then...

Maybe, just maybe? A very slim chance, but maybe? Something completely unrealistic, but maybe? Maybe he would feel aroused by her body?

With such wild fantasies, she neatly trimmed her pubic hair into an upside-down triangle shape.

"Anyway, I’m going to get my money’s worth today."

"Alright, alright. Go sit on the sofa."

Before Taeyang could even finish speaking, Moonbyul breezed past him and headed straight into his room.

Normally, Moonbyul never entered Taeyang’s room, even if she had business with him. The same went for him. But today, she moved as naturally as if it were her own room.

Seeing Taeyang’s bewildered expression, Moonbyul shrugged nonchalantly.

"Well, we can just do it here."

"Fine... Then sit on the chair."

Once again, Taeyang couldn’t finish his sentence. Before he could even guide her to the chair, Moonbyul dove onto the bed. Lying face down on the blanket, she wiggled her calves up and down.

"I’m too tired to sit. I’ll just lie down like this."

To emphasize that she wouldn’t get up, she spread her arms wide and gripped the blanket tightly. Seeing this, Taeyang could only chuckle.

"Alright, do as you please."

He thought she had grown up a bit, but she seemed to have regressed to her childish ways from a few years ago.

Back then, she would cling to him, calling "Oppa, Oppa," with a pure smile. It was so cute, but now she had grown so prickly...

"Lie down. I’ll go wash my hands."

"Okay."

While Taeyang went to the bathroom to wash his hands, Moonbyul twisted her body to find a comfortable position.

Her well-developed breasts, despite still being in her growth phase, pressed against the bed and spilled out to the sides. She reached out and grabbed a pillow, placing it under her chin.

Moonbyul buried her face in the pillow. Although there was no particular scent other than the familiar smell of the shampoo they used at home, the thought that it was Taeyang’s pillow made her nose tingle.

"Sniff, sniff, sniff."

She concentrated hard to catch even the faintest scent. The faint aroma of Taeyang’s pheromones made her body tremble slightly. It was strangely addictive.

In truth, Moonbyul had been unable to sleep well for the past two nights due to a mix of complex emotions.

If she had to sum up those emotions in one word, it would be "crisis." And that crisis had led to her unusual behavior today.

She muttered softly to herself,

"Oppa..."

She found it hard to say in front of Taeyang, but when she was alone, it was different.

When Taeyang came to her class observation yesterday, she was secretly overjoyed, even though she didn’t show it. At first, she was worried that he had skipped his exam, but it also meant he valued her more than the exam.

However, the problem was what happened at school today.

While waiting for counseling and visiting the infirmary, Taeyang wandered around the school. Naturally, many students saw him, and rumors spread quickly.

During the morning assembly, Moonbyul received numerous requests. Although the requests varied slightly, they all boiled down to the same thing: introduce us to your oppa.

Among them were some girls who, even Moonbyul had to admit, were quite attractive—though not as much as her, of course. She managed to brush them off today, but she knew such requests would continue.

This situation was extremely unpleasant for her.

"Those cheeky bitches..."

She gritted her teeth.

Even thinking about it now made her blood boil. Just going after him for his looks! Those bitches are ruled by their pussies!

Moonbyul buried her face in the pillow again, her anger slightly subsiding as she caught a whiff of Taeyang’s scent.

Of course, she didn’t harbor any ridiculous feelings like wanting to monopolize Taeyang. Eventually, he would move out or get married, and they would see each other less.

So, until that day came, she just wanted him to pay more attention to her. Besides, her oppa had a much more promiscuous sex life compared to other men.

If he was that sexually liberated, maybe there was a chance for her too?

As Moonbyul lost herself in these thoughts and Taeyang’s scent, he returned from washing his hands.

"Let’s start."

Taeyang climbed onto the bed and straddled Moonbyul’s waist, pinning her down with his knees.

"Tell me if it hurts."

He slowly relaxed his hands and placed his thumb and index finger on her shoulders.

"Okay."

"Alright."

Taeyang’s fingertips touched Moonbyul’s trapezius muscle. His skilled and gentle touch massaged the surrounding muscles.

"Ah, ah."

Surprised by his unexpected skill, Moonbyul gasped and pressed her face into the pillow. Her eyes widened in shock.

’What the... Why is he so good at this?’

A few years ago, their parents would always praise Taeyang’s massages, but she thought they were just being nice. But now that she was experiencing it herself, she realized he was truly skilled.

If she wasn’t careful, she might end up moaning throughout the entire massage. The thought made her shoulders tense up.

"Relax your shoulders."

Taeyang immediately pointed this out and changed his technique. As he continued the massage, he asked,

"Feels good, right?"

"Well... yeah, it’s okay... ah..."

She tried to sound nonchalant, but it was more than just okay. Compared to Taeyang’s massage, the massage chair in the corner of the room was junk.

Taeyang looked surprised and adjusted his position. He started using his middle finger along with his thumb and index finger.

"Really? Then..."

"Nngh..."

Thinking Taeyang relied solely on his looks to seduce women was a mistake.

Even in a world where women were easily swayed by lust, not all of them were like that. He had to evolve accordingly.

While other students his age were focused on academics like math and English, Taeyang dedicated himself to physical arts. He studied art, sports, music, singing, and even outdoor activities like climbing, shooting, and fishing that women enjoyed.

He mastered any skill worth learning and became proficient in massage as a result.

He could easily obtain a certification if he wanted to; he was that skilled.

There was no better way to seduce a married woman than through massage. Even the most faithful wife would eventually succumb if she let him massage her shoulders.

Even the female instructor who taught him massage had fallen for him.

After more than 20 minutes, Taeyang paused to wipe the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand.

He placed his hands back on Moonbyul’s shoulders and gently pressed upwards. Her skin was both firm and soft, impressing him.

Given his usual preference for older or similarly aged women, the difference in skin elasticity and softness was noticeable.

Moonbyul, who had been lost in the pleasure of the massage, made a strange sound when it stopped.

"Mmm?"

"You’re supposed to relax in between."

"Oh... okay..."

Sorry, Ahyeon, but Moonbyul’s skin was flawless.

From her neck down to her thighs, her white skin was smooth and blemish-free.

With that thought, he applied pressure again.

"Ah!"

Taeyang stopped.

He couldn’t see her face, but that kind of scream only came from unbearable pain.

"Does it hurt a lot?"

Moonbyul couldn’t even answer; she just squeezed her eyes shut.

It hurt. It was so painful that tears welled up in her eyes, but she shook her head. Instead, she turned slightly and smirked at him.

"No, it doesn’t hurt at all."

She was provoking him, not out of youthful impulse, but because she wanted more. If it had been just shoulder pain, she would have asked him to be gentler. But...

"Looks like oppa is just like any other man. Great position, but lacking in strength."

The intense pain that started in her shoulders spread throughout her body, heating her up.

Unlike the earlier gentle massage, this sensation was overwhelming. It was a strange, pleasurable pain that spread from her spine to her brain.

It was similar to the feeling she had last night when Taeyang applied ointment to her bottom after spanking her. It was a pleasure she could never experience alone.

She provoked him again with a seductive smile.

"Can’t you go any harder?"

Taeyang couldn’t see, but her hips were swaying gently from side to side.