NTR Massage Parlour: A Wellness Technique Guide

"You want me to open it?" Yohan asked, frowning as he stared at the cookie.

"Yes... but actually, I don’t want to anymore," Emily said, her voice wavering. "They say knowing your fortune only brings disaster." Anxiety clouded her face.

"Okay," he replied, already reaching for it. He barely paid attention to her words, he was far more interested in what the fortune cookie had to say.

’Something like this has to be a scam...’ he thought. There was no way the Baker could actually predict someone’s future. Making buff items was one thing, this was something else entirely.

He cracked it open and pulled out the strip of paper.

"Before you look at it, I should have a piece," Emily said, quickly breaking off part of the cookie and popping it into her mouth. "Okay... you can read it now."

Yohan unfolded the paper.

"What you earn, a demon shall keep. Pray the miracle arrives before it truly is gone"

As he read it, a strange chill ran through him. It felt less like a random fortune... and more like it was meant for him.

It was vague, but the warning was clear. Danger was by the corner.

"What could that mean?" Emily asked, her expression tight with worry. "Does that mean I’m going to lose everything?"

She looked at Yohan as if he was supposed to have some answers, but he was just as stomped as her, only less worried because unlike her he knew that miracles were more common than you might think.

"It said to pray for a miracle, I don’t know but I think that means you should be hopeful," he said, trying to make her feel better.

It wasn’t like he even believed it too much, because in the end this was common sense, of course there were dangers to come, of course there would be people out to bring you down and of course there was a chance you would get by unscathed. This wasn’t fortune, it was just life.

’In the end it was still all a hoax’ he sighed disappointedly. He was expecting some kind of grand prediction but it didn’t even come close.

It wasn’t the same for Emily, but she did regain herself after a while. It was a shocker to him that Emily was deeply concerned by something like this.

"You must really have faith in his abilities,"

"Christopher isn’t just any baker, he is special," she said to him like he didn’t already know.

"So are you two close?" He inquired lightly

"Not really, no one really knows who Christopher is. He just appeared in the city one day and made it to the very top that same month, but he didn’t stop there, he made everyone and everything revolve around him using his special items,"

"You also buy his enhancement items like all those gangsters?" Yohan wondered.

"Yes but not for the same reason," she answered, "There are times when I’m not looking my best self, or I’m having a very bad hair day or maybe I’m too tired or too weak, he always made me something special. He would even bake things to improve my health and so on..."

She avoided eye contact and made small movements that indicated that, there was more she wasn’t saying, but he didn’t say anything.

"I started keeping my distance when I found out just how dangerous he truly was. Plus I’m married and my husband wouldn’t like me getting too close to another man,"

It was as if Yohan was just reminded that Emily was actually married, he had known her and Freddie for a long time and he hardly ever saw Freddie’s father around. Freddie did mention that his father was working in a bigger hotel abroad, under the family franchise.

"How long has it been since you last saw your husband?" he asked casually.

"A few months, but he will be coming by one of these days. I would even love to officially introduce you two if it would be possible,"

"It’s no problem, just call me anytime," he said with a small smile, at the back of his mind he was scanning her body.

’How could anyone leave a wife like this on her own’ he admired Emily’s spotless face, along with her curves and waist. It was hard to imagine a rich woman this pretty was still faithful to her husband.

Even after all these years she still maintained her figure, only getting thicker and fuller in the right places. He could already imagine taking her for himself but he didn’t know how to even go about it.

’Should I offer her a massage?’ he wondered for a moment, before remembering what he was there for.

He actually came here to see if he could learn anything about Freddie’s whereabouts, but so far he hadn’t made any progress.

"Where did you say Freddie went to, I’d love to see how he’s doing,"

"You don’t have to worry about him. He’s in a private correctional facility, getting proper rehabilitation," Emily said, a little too quickly as she stood. "If you want, I can give you his number... you can reach him there."

"Thank you, that will be great," he said cheerfully.

His smile seemed to pull one from her as well. "I didn’t know you still cared for him this much..." she said quietly. "I used to tell Freddie you were a good friend. He never really believed me."

She sighed, her gaze dropping. ’Why couldn’t he be more like you?’"

She looked really heartbroken so Yohan thought to comfort her. He stretched his hand to her shoulder and rubbed gently

"Everything is going to be fine, try not to think about Freddie too much. You should be having fun instead of feeling guilty for someone else’s sin. I’ll even give you a free massage if it’ll make you feel better,"

"I don’t want to bother you, you must be busy..."

"No, no, I can make time for you. Fortunately, I even came along with my special oil, so it’s sure to be a blast,"

"Okay then, let’s do it," her face brightened up.