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For Roe Deer, the exploration of a C-class Darkness with a complete manual could still be incredibly daunting.
As a rookie, he couldn’t perpetuate overconfidence, lest things get jinxed or important details for clearing the specific Darkness become overlooked.
However, this darkness was one that he considered oddly comforting.
A liminal space that was warped, yet still had a semblance of order and rules. It applies to the elevator, which was functional enough for human usage.
If one focused and applied the more benevolent side of Darkness logic, the space itself yields rewards and pleasant surprises instead of catastrophes.
As a matter of fact, the casualties were little to none. Minimal reports had been written within the Dark Exploration Records.
This Darkness was solely classified as a higher grade due to misconceptions!
Now, Soleum had decided to explore to his heart’s satiation.
Upon preparing for this certain Darkness, he had procured an item for barter, given that the shop he intended to visit did not accept cash as payment.
That’s right. His destination was no other than the Moonlight Tattoo Shop.
From its name alone, it gave off a whimsical and magical theme, and that presumption was as accurate as it could be.
Dark Exploration Records / Ghost Story
[Moonlight Tattoo Shop]
: A ghost story featured in <Dark Exploration Records>.
: Daydream Inc. identification code – N/A.
The only official record from Daydream Inc. about this location is a one-off entry titled ‘It Is Vacant (Qterw-C-818)’.
For more details, Document #818-15623 (Civilian Interview Record) can be accessed, though its credibility is not guaranteed.
The Dark Exploration Records documented the civilian report, informing Soleum of the specifics. By taking the elevator only on the seventh floor, he was able to access the basement level buttons and press onto “B1”.
A few moments later, a loud ting reverberated within the lift, confirming Soleum’s arrival at his designated floor.
[A19]
That was enough to assure him that he had ended up in the correct direction.
However...
No matter how thoroughly he had scouted the area, the little shop that was supposed to be there was not within the premises.
He had redone the process of climbing the stairs to the seventh landing, taking the elevators to the basement, like a tedious ritual. But his actions were futile; the Moonlight Tattoo Shop didn’t seem to be present at this golden hour.
Odd.
Instead, in its humble place, a shop with an elegant sign “Primordial Massage and Wellness Spa” stood.
No matter how much Soleum tried to browse through the Dark Exploration Records with his pop socket... It was unheard of.
— Oh, this looks extravagant, my Friend! A lavish exterior design. Why don’t we take a little peek together?
Huu.
Well, since Soleum was here anyway, he could always give it a try.
Things don’t usually go south in this Darkness, but just in case, he had asked Braun in advanced for any necessary assistance and to keep him posted if the show host’s intuition felt anything ominous.
Soleum pushed through the wooden oak door, a few bell ornaments ringing as he entered.
— Such festive charm!
Soft, classy Jazz resounded from an antique 1900’s gramophone. Visible strings of golden notes magically drifted midair from the sound horn.
It was a lounge with highly ornate and layered walls, designed with exotic rosewood furniture. At the center, there was a waiting area of sofas tightly upholstered with feather tops and a cocktail table to match.
— Even the interior is marvelous! I’m curious about this vicinity, Friend. They possess a discerning eye to details! Such is important for a show host like myself, so I have to commend them, haha.
‘Yeah, yeah.’
Braun was technically right, but Soleum couldn’t entirely shake off the nervousness in his system.
The entity, who seemed to be the shop owner, was... a pair of hands by the counter. They wore red, velvety gloves with golden linings by the wrist.
Kim Soleum braced himself and approached... it. Regardless of his astonishment, he bowed in a courteous greeting.
He was given a catalogue of services.
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PRIMORDIAL MASSAGE AND WELLNESS SPA
Midas Touch
Garden Apothecary Ritual ★★★★
Velvet Bloom Restoration
꧁⎝ Luxury Packages ⎠꧂
Golden Palace Reverie 𖤓 ★★★★
Celestial Harmony ఌ︎. ★★★★
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The title selections appear sophisticated, portraying a grandiose promise of relaxation.
“The ones with four stars are bestsellers?” Soleum asks inquisitively.
The gloved hands respond by gently clasping together to what seemed like a yes.
“Ah, I almost forgot. Do you accept barter for payment to your services?”
Another yes.
Well, then, as that concern is now sorted out, Soleum decided to go through the list once more.
— Friend, if I may suggest, Celestial Harmony has a nice ring to it!
‘That was one of the two I’m considering as well.’
But first...
The Moonlight Tattoo Shop had a special condition of the payment being related to the sea.
Ultimately, Soleum had picked up extremely expensive marine pearls for this occasion, which were undoubtedly a high-end and precious find.
However, it was reasonable that such a principle did not apply to this store as well, which was why Soleum had to confirm it firsthand.
As he showed the now opened velvety box containing the pearls, the shopkeeper began to clap with a practiced elegance.
They seemed pleased, at least.
“Is this enough for a luxury package?”
The hands opened their palms facing upright, which was perceived to be a positive response. So, that’s a yes too.
“Then, I would like to avail Celestial Harmony.”
— Ah, good choice, my Friend!
After Soleum signed a written consent form, he was escorted to a changing area and provided a locker for his belongings. The hands, which could levitate in the air, had guided him to a framed note on the wall. Specks of prismatic shimmer fluttered from the gloves as they motioned one of their fingers to the in-house regulations.
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• Client must wear no clothes, undergarments, and body jewelry! Facial veils and concealments are permitted, in such a case that the client cannot remove them for personal reasons. Please feel free to leave your belongings in the provided locker.
• Client can speak up anytime regarding their preferences, regarding the applied pressure, techniques, and aroma oils used within the process! Must there be any discomfort and/or allergic reactions, please inform the masseur right away to comply with needed personal adjustments or halt the session completely. A refund is guaranteed if the client is not satisfied with the service!
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Soleum feels a bit of relief upon seeing the second sentence from the first paragraph, full aware of the risks of doffing the Baekilmong mask, even within an unpresumptuous Darkness.
“Thank you.”
Clasp.
“I do have another concern, though. My good friend here—I can’t just leave him in the locker. Are there any safe and more enjoyable accommodations for him?”
Clasp!
In a far corner of the room, the gloved hands open a small curtain which apparently housed an alcove with tiny furnishings. A miniature porcelain bathtub and other facilities were perched onto tiny wooden floorboards. There were even containers of petals, bath bombs, and essential oils. It was a perfect accommodation for smaller entities... totally befitting of the Good Friend’s plush form.
The hands entranced Braun by putting him into the tub, before filling it with warm water and a bath bomb. The air was heavy and rich with a sandalwood scent.
— Ah, this is simply wonderful! I can stay here for a nice, rejuvenating bath, while you attend your massage session, Friend!
Braun nicely settled in and was given privacy by drawing the velvet curtains closed.
Soon, Soleum had to attend to his personal business.
He had undressed his work clothes and tucked them within his briefcase, before placing it securely inside the locker. He kept his mask on.
Upon instruction, he was supposed to head to the golden door, where the massage bed was located.
When he went inside, he saw a pair of hands again, yet they were distinctively different from the shopkeeper’s. They were suspended in the air, statuesque and motionless, as though they needed to be activated first.
They wore no gloves, appearing particularly larger and stronger, multiple veins visibly bulging underneath their pale skin.
It was evident that Soleum’s hand size was not average. And yet, the hands before him seemed to slightly dwarf his in comparison. It seemed to belong to a man of a larger physique.
“Hello.” Soleum warmly regarded their presence.
For a moment, Soleum felt self-conscious to be in a completely nude state, but didn’t want to cause any prolonged delay and trouble for the masseur. Thus, he laid down on his stomach on the massage bed.
It was the first time that Soleum was naked in front of... ‘somebody’.
Of course, they were hands, literally just hands—an entity of some sort.
However, Soleum couldn’t help but gulp hard, knowing these hands would be all over him in no time.
The lights began to dim, bathing the room in a warm golden hue. Soleum instantly felt relaxation seep into his senses, allowing him to let out a sigh he didn’t know he had been holding in.
‘I should try to endure this nervousness of mine and trust the masseur.’
Then, warm oil began to trickle down Soleum’s back. It was a pleasant sensation... lulling him further into a promised reverie.
The hands began to sweep over Soleum’s back, thumbs firmly addressing the kinks and muscle knots here and there.
‘How long has it been since I’ve gotten a massage?’
Even way back in the normal Earth, Soleum only had faint memories of visiting massage therapy salons.
He could hear himself inhaling and exhaling slowly, sometimes groaning in relief when a muscle knot starts to dissolve under the expert hands. His usually tense shoulders no longer felt stiff, his upper torso yielding similar results.
.....!
The hands began to dip lower.
Soleum bites down his bottom lip, doing his best to stifle a small moan. At best, he could push his face into the pillows to shut himself up, but needed room for air in the next few seconds.
The strong hands were fondling his ass, palms spread over his backside.
‘No... It could just be a full-body luxury massage. There’s no need to be so tense, Soleum-ah.’
Soleum tries to reassure himself, until...
His legs were being spread open. The slick hands begin to repetitively squeeze his buttocks and inner thighs.
[Client can speak up anytime regarding their preferences... Must there be any discomfort...]
Soleum recalls one of the rules posted on the wall.
But what makes him feel the most ashamed...
...was that it wasn’t causing any discomfort, but something else entirely.
Soleum feels turned on.
Hence, Soleum couldn’t voice out complaints. He knew he would just be lying to himself and causing unnecessary commotion.
Soleum’s trembling fingers started to grip on the pillow, as the hands slowly descended further onto the back of his knees, thoroughly massaging the tender skin.
He took this time to recover, as the hands were starting to work further downwards on his calves and feet.
‘Just now... I had some perverted thoughts.’
Soleum admitted to himself, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment and also, perhaps, warmth from regaining more proper circulation after the brief upper body massage. He had always been so pale, but otherwise began to bloom with life at this instant.
If anything, the services were out of the ordinary... in a positive light. Everything seemed to be comprised of high quality and refined ingredients—promoting not just contentment, but general health and wellness overall.
‘Those pearls were definitely worth the payment... but first, I need to calm down.’
In Soleum’s mind, it was definitely weird to feel arousal just from a pair of hands when they were nothing but professional.
After a while of moving up and down the back of his body, as if to check any missed spots, the hands continued the routine on the back of his arms.
Then, the hands began to coax him into lying on his back.
No, to put it more accurately, Soleum was practically manhandled.
How strong was this creature?
Soleum was beginning to feel particularly anxious again, but nevertheless cooperated. He was here to feel good, not quite otherwise.
He closed his eyes, cheeks hot and pinkish, as the hand crawled up to his collarbone.
A few drops of oil spread through Soleum’s chest, making him flinch.
The hands began to massage the oil into his breasts. Soleum shuddered, pressing the back of his hand against his quivering mouth.
His chest and nipples were the most sensitive erogenous zones of his body. After work, whenever he removed his binder, just the small brush of the fabric of his shirt against his nipples elicited arousal.
He had no choice but to sleep sexually frustrated, unable to pleasure himself due to the overwhelming fear and paranoia that had accumulated from clearing ghost stories. Both had often overpowered his desires.
And now, the fingers of the masseur were directly rolling against his pert nubs, leaving Soleum gasping for air, feeling his hot breath ghost against the skin of his hand.
“Masseur-nim. Please be gentle.”
He pleads softly. Soleum is full-on judging himself at this point onward, not knowing if he was still talking about the intensity of the massage... or an entirely different matter at hand.
He shudders atop the mattress, whole face now going red with how he’s holding himself back from making such embarrassing noises.
Even with his suppression, he was more and more fixated on the hands consistently fondling with his tits.
Drip, drip, drip.
His body was oiled up lusciously, strong hands slippery against the surface of his skin. They move graciously, yet seemed to trigger Soleum’s sensitive areas with growing intent. The sides of his abdomen, the middle of it, and his groin.
“H...ahh.”
A soft mewl is knocked out of Soleum’s throat. His body squirmed violently beneath the hands that only descended further and further.
Soleum looked down at the hand close to his sex upon feeling warmth building up there. The slick flesh between his pussyfolds was being massaged by two long fingers.
“O–Oh... Oh my God—”
His thighs weakly fell open, with little to no strength left within them. Soleum’s limbs felt like heaps of jelly.
This was a point of no return. He no longer had the strength to hold himself back from becoming a moaning mess.
With how sloppy wet Soleum was, a finger easily slid in. That was as far as he could personally go during rare times of masturbation.
On his own, more than two fingers were painf—
.....!
Soleum squeaked as two fingers prodded into him, engulfed by his tight, greedy pussy, as if it wanted to swallow the digits whole.
He whimpers pitifully, the haze of the heat within the room leaving him hornier than ever. He was growing dizzy with the lethal combination of unsatiated arousal and pleasure.
At this point, he couldn’t be more flustered. It didn’t induce pain at all. Soleum thought he must have been fingering himself the wrong way this whole time.
Squelching noises resounded between his legs, noisy and filthy.
Was he really that wet?
“Masseur-nim... How are you... so good at this?”
He mumbled out, eyes rolling back, as his body received and received. The two fingers scissored his cunt, spreading his walls apart, more slick gushing out of him.
It was natural. His needy body was unconsciously preparing him for sex.
Then... after a thorough stretching of his insides, that’s when he felt it.
Something that resembled a bright light began to penetrate his cunt. It appeared no less brighter than the sun and seemed to belong from the cosmos, a divine expression of what deeply portrayed celestial harmony.
But Soleum’s mind somehow knew that it was just a very extraordinarily good dick that somehow lit up like it would burn out the next day.
It looked like an inside joke from the BL erotica manhwas he consumed once in his life on real Earth.
Censorship?
Except this was its true form, relentless and bright. Soleum knew not to doubt that.
He was trying to determine what it was attached to. If it was the masseur, perhaps, was it an invisible ghost or a supernatural phenomenon that hid its entire body with an invisibility cloak, letting only his hands appear unhidden?
The hands were busy on his chest, flicking his nipples. The masseur was stimulating his body to get his cervix to contract and open up further for the monstrous girth.
‘Is that even possible?’
Soleum felt it so deep inside that he could only barely let out a silent scream.
It was insistently pressing against his g-spot, as if trying to choke the sensitive bundle of nerves.
“No... It’s too big...” He mutters, overwhelmed, his head lolling back and desperately trying to remain lifted.
There were so many pleasant sensations enveloping his body right now, as if he was being introduced into a world where only carnal bliss existed, with no way out.
His body was getting pounded into the sheets, tits bouncing against the masseur’s palms. His hard, sensitive nipples being rubbed by those strong hands. Those damned hands that knew how to hold him, how to make him sensitive.
Nothing else mattered. Just the delicious friction of the cock slamming into his wet pussy.
The warm, large cock, almost reaching his cervix.
He could feel body heat pressing against the back of his thighs, as if there was a real sentient being on top of him, dicking him down.
“Mm... I’m really close, Masseur-nim. Your dick is— really good—ahhh...”
Soleum was reaching his peak, unable to contain his lewd moans and whines.
The slick cock that continued to push in and out of Soleum’s cunt was weeping by the tip, ejecting pre-cum.
“Harder, p–please, Masseur-nim,”
Soleum didn’t care how slutty he sounded and behaved anymore, just having one goal in mind... having a fulfilling orgasm at the end of the session.
Soleum’s breath picked up, growing harsh, as pleasurable tremors exploded along his spine.
He cums around the huge, invading cock, whining in a very obscene manner.
“Ahh, fuuuck... Fuck me, oh God, I’m cumming so hard, f-fuck me...”
His clear pussy fluids gushed around the length, which was unyielding, still thrusting inside him viciously.
When the dickhead finally pierced his cervix, Soleum messily squirted everywhere. He screamed so loud that he was losing his breath, his body going through an otherworldly experience.
He couldn’t argue that this was the best orgasm of his life.
Then, the cock pulled out of his cunt, as if it jolted awake from committing a terrible mistake.
“Wait...! M–Masseur-nim... Aren’t you going to cum in me?”
Kim Soleum knew he was a whore.
Yes, he was self-aware.
‘Just this once.’
Soleum pretended it was a one-time thing, even though there were more than a few times he had indulged in moments of sexual exploration.
And the masseur didn’t even hesitate.
Kim Soleum was fucked until he was filled to the brim.
They changed positions too many times to count. Soleum even got fucked like a dog on the ground, panting and moaning prettily for the masseur.
“Y-Yes, keep f-fucking me like that... Ahh... Yesyesyes, fuck...”
He was overstimulated, excessive amounts of cum dribbling out of his battered pussy.
But he didn’t care. This was what he desired, so deep in his wretched heart. His fantasies were finally blooming to fruition.
He lost count of how many times he orgasmed.
In the end, his body was twitching weakly on the cum-stained massage bed, white spunk trickling down his inner thigh.
“Ahh, Masseur-nim,”
Soleum was almost in a state of hyperventilation, his own hand stroking his slick folds, his finger trying to trap the cum inside of his pussy.
“You came so fucking much... I must be pregnant...”
As if he wanted to cherish this time over and over again.
Like a cockdrunk slut.
An hour ago, Squad Leader Lee Jaheon was staring at a full-body mannequin on his bed.
The anatomy was perfectly accurate. It was complete with a pair of breasts and a mound of pussy, starting at a slender neck and ending at a pair of feet.
Considering that it was mating season for lizards, it was a rather generous gift from his group.
Previously, it had been established that the Squad Leader did not have any remarkable social and flirting skills to suddenly hook up with anybody.
Hence, this was an emergency item. Desperate times call for desperate measures.
It was shipped inside a huge box with bottles of lubricant and aroma oils.
Massage Me First Before Coitus!
The hologram above the mannequin read.
“? Okay.”
And Lee Jaheon had done exactly that.
The body was soft and delicate, each part resembling a real human’s.
For a while, Lee Jaheon wondered why his fellow peers of the same species decided to give him a human sex doll instead of one that resembled their own kind.
But then again, he did not complain further, knowing it was simply an act of goodwill. He must appreciate it instead.
Then...
Prepare and Finger Me Before Coitus!
“?”
Why did it have so many conditions?
Anyhow, Lee Jaheon was patient even when he was expected to go berserk horny during a rut cycle.
He initially wasn’t even planning to use this item, yet took it upon himself as an expression of gratitude towards his peers.
He prepared the mannequin just as vigorously. It seemed to have a self-heating and slicking feature. Jaheon’s fingers were engulfed by a hot and wet passage.
Fuck Me!
The hologram message finally offered.
It felt even better around Jaheon’s cock, squeezing him tightly like he would lose interest and disappear.
He was losing control at one point, finally feeling his heat kicking in.
However, after repeatedly pounding into the mannequin’s soft, slick cunt, it began to spasm, spurting out what looks like cum...
Lee Jaheon pulled out abruptly after feeling the item literally squirt around his cock.
“?”
And, like another hologram, he sees a figure below him, morphing into the shape of the sex doll. Naked, panting softly through a pair of lips, eyes staring up at him, with an intact head, like the mannequin had come to life except...
It was Roe Deer.
It was an illusion, but he appeared to lay on Lee Jaheon’s bed in the place of the mannequin, his pleasured face reflected through the hologram.
“...M–Masseur-nim... Aren’t you going to cum in me?”