A massage parlor located in one of Shinjuku's big-scale shopping mall, PMS Parlor (also known as Physically, Mentally, and Spiritually enabling Parlor in full), was the name of Dice Arisugawa's workplace. A far cry from its abbreviation (one would assume that it is a place full of people with Periodical Mood Swings), if not for the subtitles at the bottom of the big 'PMS' logo hung on top of the entrance, one could barely tell that it was a massage parlor, to begin with. The glass door was the only transparent thing separating the parlor's interior from the mall, with the other glass panels covered from the inside with beige velvet curtains. If one were to be observant when passing by the parlor, they would notice posters for occasional 1-for-1 deals, getting a discount when recommending a first-timer, and health trivia for basic body care on the glass panel beside the entrance.
Located in a secluded corner on the fourth level of the shopping mall, PMS Parlor occupied three store units, with a branded café as its sole adjacent neighbor. Other shops on the same level were separated by a walkway, which consisted of a facial salon, a general family clinic, and a gym which occupied two store units. PMS Parlor's initial regulars were staff working at these businesses, and they played a part in raising the parlor's reputation with their recommendation to others, which in turn attracted more patrons who then turned into regulars.
Of course, a parlor could not possibly reach its current fame with mere PR alone.
PMS Parlor's owner, Ichijiku Kadenokoji, prided herself on recruiting the finest individuals who excelled in physiotherapy. Numerous applicants with stellar qualifications had applied for a position, only to receive a merciless rejection. Being someone who did not have any physiotherapy qualifications, Dice thought he had used up all of his luck within this lifetime for him to get hired.
The only reason he could think of was how he owed one to Jakurai Jinguji, a renowned therapist and co-director of E.L. Medical, whom he met by chance and had graced him the opportunity to work as a permanent staff at the parlor. He vaguely knew that some colleagues (especially the ladies) were not entirely fond of him because of this "favoritism". However, they could not find any fault with him, not when Dice's skills spoke for themselves and earned him several regulars.
Fridays would always cause the shopping mall to be flooded with people of all ages, which equated to the parlor flooding with patrons as well (PMS Parlor is a reservations-only establishment). Dice was usually not one to enter a sour mood easily, even with the parlor being in a madhouse state during the Golden Week when each staff could only afford a thirty-minute breather from hell. Today, however, seemed to be the day for Dice's veins ready to pop as he stared at the reservation list displayed on the monitor.
Name: Gentaro Yumeno
Sex: Male
Appointment: May 14, 10:00
Notes: Full-body massage, First-timer
Dice looked at the clock hanging on the wall again, its hands showing fifteen minutes past ten.
"He's late!" Dice's fist kissed the table as he groaned in frustration, causing one of the pen holders to topple over.
"Calm down, Arisugawa. The table is innocent," Dice's colleague, Rio Busujima Mason, emerged from one of the massage partitions. Another male followed closely behind.
"Thank you for the great massage as always," the bespectacled guy said as he settled the payment for his session. "Same time next week."
"I'm honored to receive your compliment. And of course, Iruma-san."
The guy, Juto Iruma, stuffed some extra notes into one of Rio's hands despite the latter's refusal. Dice thought his colleague should jolly well accept the tip, seeing that the patron was a devoted regular. He turned away from the charade and stared at the glass door.
The only reason why he was even here in the early morning was that a certain 'Gentaro Yumeno' had booked a morning slot at ten...only to be late. How dare this Yumeno dude waste his precious time! Dice could have slept in much longer, especially when he had such a nice dream about winning big for a particular lottery. The masseur clicked his tongue in annoyance. Staring at the glass door did nothing to make his supposed patron appear out of thin air.
Dice was about to leave for a smoke break when he heard the glass door being pushed open. His eyes went to the door, and he could feel his heart skip a beat the moment he saw someone entering the parlor: a man with a shaggy neck-length brown hair and a beige sweater held onto that big metal handle of the glass door, nervously looking around the reception.
"Sorry for being late...!" The speaker spoke between ragged breaths, panic lacing his tone. "I'm...Yumeno, and I booked a slot at ten..."
Oh, no. Dice stared at the beauty who was also the culprit behind his current irritation. Irritation which had suddenly vaporized into thin air.
Come on, Dice. This pretty dude here is paying you money. Surely it wasn't his intention to be late! And he looks apologetic too, so let's not make things any more awkward, kay?
Dice forced his facial muscles to flash a smile as he motioned for the brunet to come towards the counter. "Welcome. Your session is scheduled to end at eleven, Yumeno-san," He spoke in his low tenor voice for speaking to patrons. "However, seeing that the parlor isn't packed right now, we'll be making an exception for you this time."
Gentaro was truly lucky that the parlor was not a madhouse at the moment. There had been cases where they needed to reschedule appointments with latecomer clients as they were too packed. Gentaro heaved a sigh of relief upon hearing Dice's words.
"Yes. I…got lost..." Gentaro had his gaze down as he laughed nervously like a child ready to be punished for being tardy, brushing off a few stray strands stuck to his face. "I'm terribly sorry…"
"...don't mind too much about it. It happens," completely swooning, Dice prayed that his voice did not squeak out to some weird octave, also secretly thankful that Rio was not around to see him making a spectacle out of himself, "first things first…"
Dice went behind the counter, pulled out some forms, and directed Gentaro to a sofa with a table behind a woven partition. After Gentaro settled down on the sofa, Dice placed the forms along with a pen in front of the brunet. "Please fill in your details on this form, since it's your first time here. Also, sign this agreement here to consent that you are okay with having your body touched by our staff. You can always end the session anytime should you feel any form of discomfort."
He mentally facepalmed himself when he realized that his words might have come out wrong. It was at times like this Dice wished he put in the effort to at least get a higher grade for his language subjects so that he would not embarrass himself in front of other patrons, especially captivating ones, like the gorgeous brunet before him.
The patron did not comment on his choice of words and did as he was told, running the pen across the paper. With literally nothing to do as Gentaro was occupied with the forms, Dice found himself looking at the brunet in great detail: his emerald eyes had a faint shade of purple to them, his pointed nose distinguished itself from his otherwise effeminate face, and sweat droplets soaked the black lace choker adorning that pale neck, making the already attractive brunet even more… captivating. He wondered if this was the sensation high school girls felt when fawning over their idols in such proximity.
A single click made Dice focus his attention back on the patron, who had finished.
Better focus if you want to get that booty- no, I mean bonus. Yeah!
"So, Yumeno-san," Dice gathered the forms and briefly glanced through them before continuing. "Just to check…do you have any drug or skin allergies?"
"None at all, Dice-san."
"Perfect. Is there any particular reason for your visit today? Any special requests?"
"Mm…" Gentaro brought a hand up to his shoulder. "I do know that my shoulders feel stiff."
"If I may ask, what are you currently working as?"
"A bookstore clerk."
Someone working in the service sector like himself, eh? Gentaro did not seem to be the type to liaise with others, especially when he was so awkward around Dice. Then again, it could be just him feeling guilty being late for his session, or that he found Dice to be intimidating. Maybe Dice should work on his smile.
"I see… it must be tiring to sort out piles of books while entertaining customers, huh?"
"It does get tough during peak hours, but it makes me happy working around books and seeing customers getting the books they want," the curves of Gentaro's mouth went up, making Dice's stomach a little warm and fuzzy, "I love this job."
"Well, it's time to reward a hardworking service provider like you!" A subtle jerk from Gentaro's shoulders went unnoticed as Dice continued. "Just wanted to check if this is your first time having a massage?"
"No... I've been to other places before this."
"Noted. There are some things that you might've heard before, but it's still my job to inform you about them."
Gentaro merely nodded in response. Dice continued.
"You need to remove all forms of accessories before the procedure, which includes contact lenses and chokers."
A slight hesitance clouded Gentaro's smile when Dice eyed the accessory.
"D-Does it really affect the procedure...?"
"Tight-fitting clothing and elastic bands put pressure on your blood vessels. One of the main benefits of a massage is to improve blood flow and remove toxins from your body, so you shouldn't be wearing anything like that as you might get bruised during the procedure," Dice tried to make himself sound strict. Not that he had anything against chokers, but it concerned his patron's safety, and he needed to address it.
"Yumeno-san. I know that choker there is an important item to you. I've no idea how the previous parlors you went to allowed you to keep your choker on, but we strongly encourage our patrons to be free from any form of clothing article and accessories during the massage for safety purposes."
Gentaro remained silent while his index finger played with the rim of the black article on his neck, eyes avoiding the masseur's gaze.
"I want you to be able to enjoy this session to the fullest, and I don't wish to risk injuring you during the procedure... I hope you can understand this, Yumeno-san."
After a few seconds of consideration, Gentaro let out an audible sigh. "I suppose…I should listen to Dice-san, since it's only for an hour… sorry."
Dice could only watch Gentaro lowering his head again, brown locks covering those emerald eyes once more.
"Thank you for your understanding, Yumeno-san. If you may excuse me for a bit..."
Dice left momentarily to place the forms in a folder on the counter before returning with a modern-looking tea set. Tea leaves swirled within the transparent teapot as Dice poured its contents into the small drinking glass cup before placing it in front of Gentaro.
"This is a herbal tea with relaxation properties. Careful‒ it's hot."
Not as hot as you though, was left unsaid.
Gentaro looked at the glass before picking it up gingerly and slowly brought it to his lips.
"How is it?" Dice asked as the brunet finished his first sip.
"It's delicious... It doesn't feel too bitter or heavy," Gentaro took another sip. "What kind of tea is this?"
"Oh! It's an in-house blend made by my colleague!" Dice excitedly replied. Not a lot of patrons were curious about the type of tea served to them. Rio had a little thing for creating various tea blends (which were so good that Ichijiku begrudgingly gave her stamp of approval for his concoction to be served to patrons). "We usually serve this to our patrons before the session. This tea helps to calm the nerves within your body and also contains collagen, which will make you look prettier!"
"Interesting…" Gentaro's cheeks turned a shade of red again when 'prettier' was mentioned. He soon finished the rest of the drink, placing the glass on the table. "Thank you."
"Please follow me, Yumeno-san," Dice perked up upon hearing what the brunet just told him and felt more than determined to provide a service so good that Gentaro would give a five-star review to the parlor. Maybe he could get bonuses from Ichijiku, who paid way too little for their male staff, or attain the 'Best Employee Award' like how his role-model colleague, Rio, did for the past few quarters.
Dice led the brunet to the changing room and passed him a woven basket containing a folded bathrobe and a pair of disposable paper undies.
"I'd strongly recommend you to have a quick rinse before the massage for a more refreshing experience. The showing cubicle is just inside the changing room. You can safekeep your belongings in this locker here, and keep this key with you till the end of the session. Please change into this bathrobe and underwear before entering room #3, I'll be waiting for you inside. The doors here are all labeled, so you don't have to worry about entering the wrong room."
Gentaro nodded upon receiving the locker key. "Thank you…" He squinted his eyes at Dice's name tag. "...Arisugawa-san?"
Dice smiled. "Just Dice is fine."
The massage room was painted in dull beige, which complemented the yellow lighting. Vases of dried flowers were placed around the room with candles for ambiance. A sole massage table occupied the center of the room, with a push tray full of various bottles of oil and serum. A soft jazz tune played in the background through the Bluetooth speaker, matching the floral scent of the aroma diffuser so refreshing that one might just fall asleep if they entered this room after a long and exhausting day from work.
Dice absentmindedly stared at the massage room door after he had prepared whatever was needed for the procedure. Massage oil, check. Towels, check. Air conditioner temperature, check. Finger stretching, check. Yumeno-san? That could wait. He was not imagining how Gentaro was currently stripping his clothes piece by piece, totally not visualizing how water droplets splash against the untanned parts of his body before traveling down towards—
The masseur snapped back to reality as soon as a creak interrupted the peaceful atmosphere. There, at the doorway, was Gentaro in the parlor's bathrobe, the tips of his hair slightly drenched from showering. Dice's eyes lingered on the pale line visible around the brunet's neck where the choker previously was, before forcing himself to focus on his patron's face. He walked closer to the massage table and patted on the mattress with a towel covering it.
"Yumeno-san. Please face towards the wall as you sit upright on this mattress here."
"...yes, Dice-san."
Gentaro slowly walked towards the massage table, toes sinking into the carpeted floor with each step. He slowly lifted a leg to rest a knee onto the mattress to hoist himself up, and slowly turned himself around by shifting his weight to sit facing the wall Dice had instructed. Gentaro swung his legs slightly upon getting himself settled with the position. Dice took it as a sign to begin the usual pre-massage explanation he always gave to his patrons.
"I'll be doing a full body massage for today's session as requested in your reservation. I'll be applying this oil here as I massage your body, so don't worry if you feel a weird burning sensation. Please let me know should you feel nauseous or uncomfortable during the procedure."
Gentaro's fingers played with the towel covering the mattress and merely gave a grunt in response.
"To start, I'm going to do some basic muscle stretching for you, which involves moving and pulling your limbs during this procedure. I'm going to work on your neck and shoulders first, so please remove the top part of the bathrobe."
Gentaro untied the string near the waist area, allowing the upper half of the robe to slide off his pale shoulders and onto the mattress. Dice watched the process with the brunet's back facing him, and it did feel like watching a striptease. If Dice did not know better, he would have thought Gentaro was a half-naked female who got assigned to a masseur due to a system error. Ichijiku would be out to make a glass of wine out of his blood and maybe grill his intestines as side dishes if this were to be real. At least, that was how Rio helpfully described an ex-colleague being caught red-handed when ogling at a female regular. Dice had to change the topic when Rio was about to explain in greater detail.
"Just breathe and relax…" Dice coated his hands with the scented oil and placed his hands on each side of Gentaro's shoulders to knead the two muscles on both sides of the neck intersecting at the shoulders with his thumbs. "Is this pressure okay for you?"
"It is, Dice-san."
"Glad to hear, because I'm going to increase the pressure bit by bit…"
Dice gradually increased the pressure after kneading a few rounds in a counter-clockwise motion, careful not to exert too much pressure which might hurt the brunet. He frowned at the knots he felt when working his way through the muscles.
Gentaro's head tilted slightly backward as he relaxed to Dice's touches, his fingers playing with the bathrobe's hems. "Dice-san's touches feel so good…"
"Glad that you like it, Yumeno-san. Now if you let me move your left arm…" Dice gently lifted Gentaro's arm as he spoke. Gentaro's arm was so pale and bony that some veins underneath could be seen. "I'm going to pull your arm upwards past your head…"
A soft crack could be heard within the enclosed space, along with a sigh from Gentaro.
"Ah… Dice-san! That felt good..."
"It means that your shoulders have been stiff all this while," Dice continued to rotate Gentaro's arm, earning another crack and soft moans which sounded a little sensual to the twenty-year-old masseur. "I'll switch over to your other arm now."
Dice repeated the routine for another minute, which earned him another round of bone cracking and moans that were frankly, quite indecent to the ears. Dice thanked the heavens that his face was not visible from where the brunet was facing during this routine.
"All right, I'll now need you to completely remove the bathrobe and lie face-down on the mattress, as I'll be using the massage oil on your whole body. Don't worry, I'll also be draping a towel over your back to keep you warm."
Gentaro nodded and stood up from the massage table to fully strip off the bathrobe, further revealing his waistline and thighs, so pale even with the room's dim lighting. Dice quickly turned away before the blush on his face became too obvious as he received the bathrobe from Gentaro and stashed it in a corner, while the brunet climbed back up on the massage table and lay face down as instructed.
"…"
Mamma mia. With a now almost nude Gentaro lying face down, Dice could get away with ogling at his muscle lines. He secretly wished that he could rip off that white article covering Gentaro's butt, curious about how a beautiful man's booty would be like. He draped a towel large enough to cover the brunet's back and butt before his mind was overwhelmed with indecent thoughts again.
Did Gentaro actually use body care products? His skin was so smooth. So pleasant to touch.
Dice poured sandalwood scented oil onto his palm, totally paying no heed to some excess liquid dripping innocently onto the brunet's inner thigh. As Dice coated his palms with oil, he thought that with such a nice figure and supple skin, Gentaro could work as a model. It would be a waste to not flaunt this natural beauty. Then again, modeling would mean Gentaro would be prone to earning himself dangerous fans…or even stalkers.
Dice was somewhat glad that Gentaro's workplace had little to no relations with the showbiz industry.
Focus. No work, no boot- bonus.
"I'll now massage your legs. Again, do tell me if I'm exerting too much force."
Dice slathered the massage oil on Gentaro's lower legs from the shin and calf, slowly pushing the muscles upwards before going down to the ankles with his palm. Gentaro's body visibly tensed at the first stroke but soon relaxed in response to the repeated strokes from the ankles to his inner kneecaps, with ample force to feel the tension in his muscles lift. This repeated for ten rounds, during which Gentaro let out muffled moans of satisfaction that Dice pretended to not notice.
After Dice was done with both lower legs, he started to massage Gentaro's right foot with both hands. Gentaro's body jerked when Dice's fingers brushed past his soles.
"Ngh…!"
"Everything all right, Yumeno-san?"
"I'm fine... just a little ticklish."
So he's ticklish at the sole. Dice continued kneading the toe joints. "Please relax, Yumeno-san. You're tensing up again."
Gentaro only grunted in response as he attempted to hold in another moan when Dice's fingers brushed past his soles once again.
"Please relax, Yumeno-san," Dice persuaded in a pacifying tone when he saw Gentaro's leg muscles visibly tensing up. "I might end up hurting your muscles if you were to be this tense throughout the procedure."
"S-Sorry, Dice-san. I'll try..." Gentaro exhaled, his muscles sinking slightly into the mattress.
"There's no need to apologize. Yes, just like that. Don't hold your breath… inhale and exhale, and relax…" Dice repeated the sequence on Gentaro's left foot, eliciting another moan from the brunet. "You're here to pamper your muscles after a hard week from work… enjoy the music..."
Slowly but steadily, the soft jazz music and Dice's low tenor gradually made Gentaro's body feel more relaxed. Dice, on the other hand, was far from relaxed as he prayed that his auto-pilot mode would not betray the nervousness in his hands as he touched Gentaro's absolutely divine muscles.
"Yumeno-san, I'll now work on your back. Again, do let me know if I'm exerting too much force."
After hearing a muffled grunt of affirmation, Dice removed the towel on Gentaro's back. The masseur coated his hands in oil again before running his hands over the brunet's upper back, kneading the muscles downwards to the waist with long, broad strokes using the heel of his palms as if he was rolling pizza dough.
Gentaro tilted his head to the side where Dice was standing. "Dice-san, I was wondering if I could...ask a question?" His voice sounded calmer, perhaps feeling comfortable with Dice.
"Of course, Yumeno-san." What could dear Yumeno-san possibly want to ask?
"Mm…" Gentaro sighed airily when Dice kneaded a knot on Gentaro's upper back. "If it's not too rude of a question, may I ask how long you have been working here?"
"Almost a year," Dice answered as he moved on to massage Gentaro's lower back. "I'm not cut for college, so I decided to work and earn a living."
"I see," Gentaro let out another sigh as Dice worked on a knot. "I know it's weird of me to be saying this but…I'm somewhat glad that Dice-san did not go to college."
"Mm?" Dice's hands paused rubbing the muscles on Gentaro's waist. "Why would you think so, Yumeno-san?"
"If Dice-san is still studying, you wouldn't be here as a masseur, let alone me being able to enjoy such fine massage by you..." Gentaro sighed contentedly as Dice pushed on a muscle near to his spine.
Dice felt light and surreal.
"I mean it, Dice-san," Gentaro continued when the masseur remained silent. "I've gone to several massage parlors before this. None of the massages I've experienced felt as great as Dice-san's wonderful techniques."
"...thank you, Yumeno-san. I'm glad that you're enjoying the massage," Dice managed out as he gave a firm rub on the nape of Gentaro's neck, before using the motion to push his hands down towards the waist, successfully earning another moan from the brunet.
The massage went on in comfortable silence as the background played jazz music. Dice gave a firm pat on Gentaro's waist, signaling the end of the current procedure.
"I'll now work on your lower back and hips, Yumeno-san. There's no need to feel shy about it…"
Dice's thumbs trailed down the sides of Gentaro's spine before heading for Gentaro's hip in a circular motion. He pushed the muscles in an up and down movement around the sacrum, where muscles were attached to the bone. Dice's hands balled into a fist as he applied pressure on Gentaro's glutes through the paper undies. Gentaro let out soft moans when Dice's oily hands kneaded his butt cheeks.
"Massaging the butt helps to ease lower back pain when you sit in the same position for too long," Dice commented as he gripped Gentaro's butt cheeks, pushing them together before pushing them in the opposite direction. "I'm glad that your back isn't as problematic as your shoulders."
Dice was once again thanking the heavens that Gentaro was unable to see his face in that moment. He doubted he would be able to face his own expression in the mirror as Gentaro's moans lingered in his ears.
"Yumeno-san. Now that I'm done with your back, I'll need you to turn over now, please."
"Eh...? Do I have to lie on my back…?"
"Uh, it's the only way to properly massage your clavicle and upper chest area."
Despite Dice explaining the reason, Gentaro remained still face-down, fingers gripping tightly on the towel covering the mattress. "But, Dice-san…"
"Are you feeling unwell, Yumeno-san?" Dice leaned towards where Gentaro's head was, panic lacing his tone as he placed a hand on the brunet's shoulder. "Do you want to terminate the sess-"
"No!" Gentaro's voice reached almost an octave higher, causing Dice to flinch and withdraw his hand from the brunet. "Please don't misunderstand, Dice-san. I mean it when I said that the massage was good..."
Dice only watched as Gentaro pushed himself up and slowly turned over.
"I felt so good that," the brunet sat up with a prominent bulge forming on the flimsy paper undies, face hiding behind his hand flushed even redder than a tomato, "...as you can see, Dice-san..."
It was Dice's turn to mirror Gentaro's flustered expression. Boy. Although this was not the first time a patron has gotten hard from his massage...Dice could feel his blood rushing downwards at the lustful sight.
"I'm sorry..." Gentaro shyly looked away, his voice barely audible if the jazz music did not just enter a pianissimo. "This is the first time I've gotten h-hard from a massage. I...um..."
Despite Dice also being overwhelmed at the sight before him, his instincts told him that his priority was to calm the brunet. Fast.
"Um, don't mind too much about it," Dice choked out, forcing his brain to churn something, anything out to pacify his embarrassed patron. "We do have patrons experiencing the same too. It's totally normal to feel that way!"
Dice's eyes lingered at the obvious tent on the paper undies before looking at Gentaro in the eye again. It was unethical to provide any form of sensual services within the parlor, but Dice was more concerned with his patron being unfit to continue with the procedure. "...would you like me to help you with that?"
"I…should be able to deal with that after the session, I guess…?" Gentaro muttered weakly. "But I would appreciate it if Dice-san can at least give me something to cover up..."
"Of course. Don't sweat it," Dice turned away from the brunet albeit too hastily as he walked to a small cabinet against the corner of the room, and passed a body towel to Gentaro. "Here you go, Yumeno-san."
"Thank you, Dice-san..." Gentaro slowly laid on his back, using the extra towel to cover the lower half of his body as Dice brushed aside the brunet's locks and covered his eyes with a face towel. At least the towel allayed the brunet's concerns over that indecent display around that beautiful man's—
Dice mentally facepalmed for jinxing himself way too soon as his eyes almost bulged out at the two pink dots decorating Gentaro's chest.
The jazz and aroma in the room did little to calm Dice down as his fingers worked on Gentaro's clavicle area. Fingertips pushing the muscle tissues from the left to the right, followed by the palm in slow motion. Repeat. Use the back of his fingers to push the pec muscles towards the armpit with moderate pressure. Repeat sequence for the other side. Gentaro continued to let out hushed sighs whenever Dice pushed past a muscle, further relaxing to Dice's touches.
"Does it hurt, Yumeno-san?" Dice asked, his eyes focusing on anywhere, anywhere but the two red dots located centimeters further down the untanned chest.
Gentaro lazily hummed, a smile forming on his face as Dice's fingers did their magic. Nothing beat a patron feeling comfortable with their massage, even if Dice as the masseur was having an internal crisis with his self-control. Dice had to keep himself in check as he exerted pressure on the circumference of Gentaro's chest with the side of his hands. He did the same sequence from earlier, pushing muscle tissues outwards towards the armpit while avoiding the nipples. After repeating the sequence by the second round, Gentaro's chest was heaving up and down at an erratic pace, upon which Dice slowed down his motion, careful to not let his patron feel overwhelmed.
"Yumeno-san," Dice said as he coated his palms in oil again. "I'm going to stretch your arms and work on your sides now. It's going to be ticklish…"
The towel crumpled in Gentaro's grip. Aww.
"Relax like how you did just now, Yumeno-san…" Dice assured the male as he ran his palm across the inner side of Gentaro's left arm before bringing it above his head with one hand, using the palm of his other hand to push the muscles from the wrist to the forearm, across the armpit, slightly brushing past his chest, and down to the side of the patron's waist. Gentaro's body almost sprang from the mattress when Dice's fingertips reached the side of the brunet's waist.
A dark patch spread on the towel covering Gentaro's body near the brunet's nether region.
"Ahh…!" Gentaro cried as his back arched against the oily contact of Dice's hands.
"Yumeno-san!" Dice exclaimed, gently placing Gentaro's arm back on the massage table before walking to the side of the mattress and removing the towel from Gentaro's face. "There's no need to be shy about requesting for a pause. We should stop for now.
"But, Dice-sa-"
Dice interrupted before the brunet could continue. He figured this was the best for the both of them. "Let me bring more towels in. Please have a rest in the meantime."
Dice cut the brunet off as he exited the room to get more towels from an unoccupied room. He came back with a basket loaded with towels in one hand, with the other holding a glass of Rio's homemade blend.
"Yumeno-san...allow me to clean you before you drink this to hydrate."
Dice slowly removed the towels stained with pre-cum and stacked them with the pile of used towels. He took a steamed towel from the basket and gently rubbed off the oil on Gentaro's body and doing the same for his arms and legs. Gentaro giggled when the lukewarm towel brushed past his nipples, which Dice totally ignored. The towel plopped onto the pile of used towels as Dice held out the glass to the brunet.
"Here you go, Yumeno-san…please get up slowly."
Gentaro slowly rolled to his side before sitting up, receiving the glass from the masseur with both hands. Dice draped a towel on Gentaro's shoulders as the brunet took a sip and briefly glanced at Dice before staring at the floor again, shoulders hunched. "Thank you, Dice-san…I feel that…I've been causing nothing but trouble…"
"At least I'm able to gauge how much your body can take through this session so that I don't strain your body…if you get my drift," Dice took a stool and sat down in front of Gentaro, with Gentaro's line of sight slightly higher than Dice's. He felt relieved when Gentaro's eyes met his again. "There's nothing for Yumeno-san to feel bad about. I'm at fault here for being unable to gauge your condition…I should apologize for being insensitive to your needs."
Hands resting on his knees, Dice bowed his head low, causing the brunet to mutter something along the lines of "No, Dice-san is not at fault!". Dice thought himself to be unworthy of getting Gentaro's forgiveness. Maybe he could just kiss his potential five-star review goodbye. He deserved it.
Dice slowly stood up and collected the now empty glass from the brunet. "Nah, the customer is never at fault. Pretty sure it's the same for your job, no?"
"That's true…but-"
"I know you're kind, Yumeno-san, but allow me to amend my mistakes," Dice gently motioned for Gentaro to lie on his back again before continuing. "I'll now stretch your other arm with the same sequence as your other arm, then I'll finish off the procedure with a facial massage."
Possibly touched by Dice's earnest attitude, Gentaro only nodded as Dice used the towel covering Gentaro's shoulders to cover the lower half of his body, the erection still prominent from before. At least Gentaro did not seem to be as bothered by it as he did earlier, and Dice had no intention to tease his dear patron about it.
The rest of the massage went by in comfortable silence as Dice massaged Gentaro's face, and ended in exactly one hour as Dice had promised. He let Gentaro rest on the mattress before directing him to head for the reception area when he was done relaxing and getting dressed.
After preparing the invoice for the session, the masseur decided to check on his patron when fifteen minutes had passed and Gentaro was still nowhere to be seen.
"Sir?" Dice knocked on the changing room door, only to be greeted with silence. Wait. Gentaro did mention that he would be using the restroom for...that, right?
Dice entered the restroom to check on Gentaro. Yup, only to check on him. He could make out faint panting from an occupied cubicle on the far right side. Dice was about to knock on the cubicle door when its occupant let out a rather loud moan.
"...ah!"
That voice was no doubt Gentaro's. Dice felt like a pervert listening to someone jerking off in his workplace.
"Hah...huff...ngh..."
A bulge started to form in Dice's pants upon hearing those oh-so-sweet moans. Boy. Dice found his legs staying rooted in place, his left ear seemingly glued against the cubicle's wall, curious for more.
The moaning stopped, and the sound of ruffling fabric died down.
"Why…?"
Dice raised an eyebrow when he heard Gentaro speaking for the first time from within the cubicle.
"Nothing came out…"
The frustration laced in that murmur was more than enough for Dice to guess what was happening in that enclosed space.
Ah. Yumeno-san's masturbation was not enough to relieve himself.
Dice weighed his options. He could either stay true to his desire by continuing to listen in to how the brunet reliefs himself (like the inner pervert he did not know he had it in himself), or help Gentaro relieve his heat. But that would mean that the brunet would know that he had been listening in the entire time, and might even hate him for it.
Despite the warnings in his head, Dice found himself knocking on the cubicle door. He could deal with the consequences later should things turn sour.
"Yumeno-san?"
The panting stopped.
"D-Dice-san? Is that you...?" Gentaro sounded meek from behind the cubicle door. Dice could feel the blood pulsing through his ears.
"Yep, it's me. Are you okay, Yumeno-san?"
"I-if only," Gentaro sobbed. "This is more cumbersome than I expected... "
Dice could feel heat traveling to his abdomen, with his heart beating as fast as a rabbit's. As if possessed by a mischievous demon, Dice found himself knocking on the cubicle door before his brain registered his action.
"...care to let me in?"
There was a loud gasp and a pause before the cubicle door screeched open. Gentaro peeked from the inside with glossy eyes.
"Dice-san..."
A desperate plea for help to release the heat he'd been unable to do so by himself. Cute. Adorable.
Dice entered the cubicle and locked the door before facing the brunet. Gentaro trembled as he stood resting his weight against the partition, face flushed: his shirt was falling off one of his shoulders, pants with the zipper pulled down, his exposed member twitching. The pulsing through Dice's ears became more distinct, and he would not even be surprised if he were to have a nosebleed at this delectable sight.
Dice knelt and admired the brunet's length up close.
"D-Dice-san," Gentaro shakily placed his hands on Dice's shoulders when Dice's face was mere inches apart from his shaft. "...maybe it's better if we don't-"
Dice understood Gentaro's concern. What he was about to do would no doubt land them both into trouble. But carnal lust overtook rationality as he wordlessly took Gentaro's length into his mouth, effectively shutting the brunet up. He savored the male's length with his tongue, going back and forth along the insides of his throat. While doing so, Dice's hand firmly gripped Gentaro's hips to prevent him from shying back, and felt pale slim legs quivering like a newborn fawn learning how to walk. His other free hand toyed with the sacks below Gentaro's member.
"Yumeno-san, don't worry…I won't let anyone know about this," Dice spoke between breaths, hoping to allay the brunet's concern. "And I won't judge you for this. I promise."
Dice continued to suck on Gentaro's member, with his hand slowly sliding into the brunet's innerwear. His fingertips felt the outline of the brunet's butt cheeks and tentative rubbing soon turned into desperate groping, different from the massage he had provided earlier. While Dice was at it, Gentaro brought a hand up to muffle his not-so-soft moans of pleasure, afraid of being caught red-handed by a third party.
Dice removed his mouth from Gentaro's cock, licking the pre-cum on his lips as he looked at the shivering brunet. "Yumeno-san…do you want to sit down on the toilet bowl? It's easier and more relaxing for you..."
Unfortunately for Dice, Gentaro was too dazed and overwhelmed to even notice that the masseur had stopped the blowjob. Tears from physical pleasure prickled at his disoriented emerald orbs, his cheeks so flushed that one would think that he was having a heatstroke instead of being aroused. Dice airily chuckled at how helpless the brunet looked, fully aware that he was responsible for the brunet's current state, and found it hard to believe he was enjoying this very moment.
Was this how it felt like to sexually dominate someone?
Dice closed the lid of the toilet bowl with one hand before slowly settling the dazed brunet on top of the lid. Gentaro remained limp with his back against the flushing tank, his eyes glazed over. It was only when Dice's mouth took in Gentaro's shaft again did the dazed patron snap out of his trance.
"Dice-san...more...!" Gentaro cried as he felt the tip of his member touching the insides of Dice's throat. His hands grabbed onto the head of cobalt blue, not wanting the delectable heat to go away. "Dice-san…!"
Dice responded by shifting his gaze to meet Gentaro's pretty eyes and retreating a little from the brunet's cock to speak, to which the brunet sighed with dissatisfaction at the loss of heat. "Let's drop the honorifics when we're alone, Gentaro ."
Dice internally smirked when he felt Gentaro's member expanding in volume upon calling him by his first name.
"Dice...! Ah…! ...DICE!" Gentaro groaned in response, dying for more of the pleasurable sensations with each thrust as he released his heat into Dice's mouth. "I'm…going to come…!"
Dice paused his actions before continuing at a faster pace.
"Then come for me."
Gentaro climaxed with a loud moan as he released his heat within Dice's mouth. Dice promptly detached his mouth from the brunet's cock and swallowed the discharge in one gulp, eyes still glued on his panting patron. What a hot mess Gentaro had become: disheveled hair, a drenched choker, clothes reeking of sweat, skin flushed at most of his visible areas, with his once erect member now flaccid and completely milked dry. Gentaro's chest heaved with shallow pants as he basked in the afterglow, limp hands hanging by the side against the flushing tank with his legs splayed out.
Dice hurried his way to fetch some towels from the massage room and returned in a jiffy before anyone came. He used a towel to wipe off the sweat and another one to clean the come off Gentaro, during which the brunet's body jerked when the towel brushed past his nipples and around his member. Having some luster returning to his eyes, Gentaro quietly observed the masseur rubbing the third towel over his body, especially his abdomen, and released a breath when the towel was around his inner thighs.
"Feeling better?" Dice heaved a satisfied sigh upon seeing Gentaro nod. He hooked the used towels with an arm and pulled the cubicle door open. "I'll be leaving first to prepare the invoice for today's session. ...You can take your time to head for the reception area after you're done, Yumeno-san."
Gentaro merely nodded again, getting Dice's drift that it was probably better if they left the restroom at separate times to avoid suspicion.
The reception area was silent save for the whirling of the air conditioner. Rio glanced at the invoice Dice prepared before the guy disappeared into the restroom meant for their staff while waiting for a potential patron to arrive.
Gentaro Yumeno. Dice had seemed pretty irritated by this first-timer who was late for today's session. He could only hope Dice did not give this guy a dressing down during the massage or something. Dice might be a good lad, but he could get rash at times, like that one time when he almost lashed out at a suspiciously drunk patron when said patron insisted on having a session despite it almost being the parlor's closing time.
Footsteps disrupted the little peace in the area. Rio raised his head and was greeted with emerald eyes.
A brunet looked around the reception area before facing Rio again. "Um…may I know where is Di- I mean, Arisugawa-san…?"
Rio blinked. Right. Dice had pleaded with him to settle the payment should he still not return by the time Gentaro arrives. "Arisugawa went off to settle something, so I'll be facilitating the payment for today's session in his stead." Rio vaguely recalled how flustered Dice was when he asked Rio to help settle the payment as he had to deal with…toilet problems.
A flash of disappointment on the brunet's face did not go unnoticed in Rio's eyes.
"I see…" The brunet before him dejectedly sighed as he fished out his wallet. "If you may."
"Of course. The massage is five thousand yen in total. Cash or credit?"
"Credit, please."
Receiving the card from Gentaro, Rio quietly waited for the card reader to complete the job, which was somewhat taking a longer time than usual. "How did you find today's session, Yumeno-san?"
"Arisugawa-san was patient with the explanations for the massage, and his techniques were great…" Gentaro smiled as he answered. "My shoulders feel more relieved now, and I felt energized."
"Glad to hear that you're satisfied with Arisugawa's service," Rio responded as he looked at the card reader, which was still processing the transaction. Maybe he should provide feedback to Ichijiku about this, as it would have been disastrous should this happen if there was a queue during peak hours. Besides, he was relieved that Dice did not cause any trouble for the patron.
After what seemed like an hour, a beep finally came from the card reader. Rio removed the card and receipt, handing them to Gentaro, only to realize the brunet's face was as crimson as an apple. Rio blinked. He did not recall saying anything embarrassing enough to evoke such an expression. Th-thank you, was what Gentaro spluttered before rushing out of the parlor, the glass door roughly pushed open before returning to its initial position with a slightly louder than an average bang.
Speaking of Dice, did he have diarrhea so bad that it would take him so long in the toilet? Rio made a mental note to prepare a concoction to soothe the bowels. He could not afford to let his young colleague call in sick when the day had just started.
Mm, sounds like a plan.