001 Massage

The "Azure Sky" large bath center, where Zhang Ziwen steamed out of the sauna, the high temperature in the sauna room steamed him soft all over, his body floating, he went to the shower room to wash off the sweat beads, put on the disposable paper underwear provided by the bathhouse, and tied a bath towel around his waist, then walked towards the second-floor resting hall. Several people were already lying on the soft loungers in the hall with their eyes closed, relaxing.

Zhang Ziwen found an empty seat and leaned his soft body against it. The lounger was so soft and comfortable, he couldn't help but sigh. What a great place! Spending 50 yuan here for a night is quite a deal, his buddy really recommended a good place.

"Miss."

The service girl not far away was summoned by Zhang Ziwen.

"Sir, may I help you?" She was good-looking, and her voice was melodious, her figure wrapped in a cheongsam was quite alluring.

"Could you fetch me a pack of cigarettes?"

"Sure, may I ask what brand, sir?"

"Get me a pack of Soft Zhonghua."

Zhang Ziwen thought to himself, his luck was good today. After a few hours of playing "Fight the Landlord", he won three hundred yuan. It's rare to spend money in a place like this, so he might as well make the most of it. All the expenses tonight would be covered by the guys who lost at the game.

"All right, please wait a moment." The service girl said, elegantly turning away.

Zhang Ziwen watched as the service girl's round buttocks swayed sensually. Damn, her butt was really eye-catching.

Soon, the service girl brought the cigarettes over, along with a disposable lighter. Zhang Ziwen lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, and exhaled a smoke ring with satisfaction. A pack of Soft Zhonghua cigarettes costing dozens of yuan was indeed different, so mellow!

"Sir, is there anything else you need?"

"Not for now."

"Would you like a health massage, sir? Our massage techniques here are very good." The service girl was very enthusiastic.

Zhang Ziwen hesitated for a moment. His body was feeling weak at the moment, so a massage wouldn't be bad. But the massage here might be expensive, definitely not comparable to blind massages outside.

"I see you look very tired, sir, so I specifically recommend our health services to you. It's okay if you don't need it." The service girl explained hastily.

Zhang Ziwen's heart moved a bit. His body was feeling weak, so a massage wouldn't be bad. But the massage here might be expensive, definitely not comparable to blind massages outside.

"How are the massage prices here?" Although it felt a bit inappropriate to ask about the price in this situation, it's better to ask clearly to avoid embarrassment if he couldn't afford it.

"The prices vary. They range from a minimum of 60 yuan to 800 yuan."

"Here's the price list. Take a look." The service girl was thorough in her service, almost like performing magic. A sealed price list was already presented in front of Zhang Ziwen.

Zhang Ziwen glanced roughly at the price list. The massage prices ranged from different grades, starting from 60, 80, 90, 120 yuan, all the way up to 800 yuan. Calculating the money in his pocket, he could afford a 120 yuan massage. European-style massage? He didn't even know what that was.

"I'll go for this massage." Zhang Ziwen pointed to the words "European-style massage" on the price list.

"Okay, sir, please follow me. I'll take you to the massage room."

Seeing that Zhang Ziwen agreed, a hint of smile flashed in the service girl's eyes, her voice becoming even softer.

She's smiling so charmingly, she probably gets a commission, Zhang Ziwen thought.

Passing through the resting hall and turning a corner, they came to a corridor with thick carpets. The doors on both sides of the corridor were tightly closed, some with "Do Not Disturb" lights on beside the locks, indicating that there were guests doing health care inside. The service girl opened a room with no "Do Not Disturb" light on, and after Zhang Ziwen entered, she said, "Please wait a moment," and left, probably to inform the massage girl.

The massage room was not large, with dim and soft lighting. There were several oil paintings hanging on the walls, one of which was a nude bathing scene, sparking imagination. Besides that, there was only a massage bed in the room. Zhang Ziwen took a glance. The bedsheet was snow-white and looked very clean. It seemed that they changed the bedsheet regularly. Zhang Ziwen lay down on it. It was soft and comfortable. Although the massage bed was not large, it was enough to accommodate one person.

After a few minutes, there were a few soft knocks on the door.

"Sir, may I come in?" The voice was very sweet.

"Yes, come in."

The door opened gently, and a girl came in carrying a small basin. Inside the basin were plastic bottles and a snow-white towel draped over them. Zhang Ziwen took a glance at the girl. She was young, probably around 18 or 19 years old, with a melon seed face and light makeup. She looked pretty and pleasant, with a well-proportioned figure. She was wearing a small vest on top and an ultra-short skirt in snowy white color.

Zhang Ziwen speculated that this attire was most likely the specialized uniform for the massage attendants, quite provocative in its appearance, with a prominent badge adorning their ample bosoms.

As Zhang Ziwen glanced at her badge, he surmised that it bore the number 08, likely serving as her identification.

When Miss 8 bent down to place the basin, her ultra-short skirt was too brief, revealing her snow-white underpants as her plump buttocks protruded provocatively, causing Zhang Ziwen to involuntarily swallow.

"Sir, could you please turn over and lie on your stomach? We'll begin with your back," Miss 8's voice was sweet.

Zhang Ziwen thought it was fortunate to be lying down; just now, catching a glimpse of her inner skirt, he felt a stir below, conveniently concealing his embarrassment.

He felt a cool sensation on his back, as if some liquid had been poured on it, followed by gentle strokes from soft hands, spreading the liquid evenly across his back with just the right amount of pressure. The pleasant sensation prompted Zhang Ziwen to let out a contented hum.

"Sir, is the pressure adequate?" Miss 8's voice was so sweet it bordered on cloying.

"Mmm."

"Is this your first time receiving health care here, sir?"

"How did you know?"

"I can tell you're unfamiliar, sir. Most of the guests who come here are familiar faces to me."

"Yes, it's my first time. By the way, what did you apply on my back?" Zhang Ziwen felt a bit regretful asking, thinking he sounded a bit foolish.

"It's baby oil. Haven't you had a European-style massage before?"

"No, I haven't." Zhang Ziwen wondered if she thought he was some naive rookie.

"No wonder you're unfamiliar with baby oil; it's specially used for European-style massages."

Miss 8's laughter had a hint of allure. Dizzy, she really thought he was a novice. Zhang Ziwen felt a bit displeased.

"Sir, could you remove the towel? I need to work on your lower back," Miss 8's gentle fingers now reached his waist, gently inquiring.

But how could he? The paper underwear inside the towel was semi-transparent. Wouldn't that expose his private parts? Zhang Ziwen hesitated.

"It's all right, sir. This is how European-style massages are done. Otherwise, the baby oil won't reach the lower back." Seeing Zhang Ziwen hesitate, Miss 8 explained softly.

Zhang Ziwen thought to himself, since it's like this, he couldn't appear inexperienced. So he cooperated, raising his hips, and Miss 8 pulled the towel covering his lower body aside.

Wait, why is she taking off my paper underwear? Zhang Ziwen was taken aback by Miss 8's next move, almost exclaiming in shock.

"Sir, please don't be shy. You'll get used to it," Miss 8's voice was gentle, with a hint of allure, not taking it seriously.

What else could Zhang Ziwen say? Since you're not shy, why should I be? It's just baring my butt for you to see. After he realized this, Zhang Ziwen didn't care anymore, cooperating as she removed his last shred of modesty, the paper underwear.

Another cool sensation spread to his waist, buttocks, and even the cleft between his buttocks. The refreshing feeling was invigorating, indescribably pleasant. Miss 8's soft hands skillfully roamed his waist from behind, gradually moving down to his exposed buttocks. Finally, what Zhang Ziwen had feared came to pass: her dexterous fingers slipped into the cleft.

His sensitive area was lightly pressed and kneaded, waves of tingling pleasure invading his mind. If Zhang Ziwen hadn't gritted his teeth, he would have groaned aloud from the stimulation. Damn! Zhang Ziwen felt his lower body reacting strongly, his body involuntarily tensing more and more.

"Sir, could you please turn over? Don't be nervous, just relax and enjoy," Miss 8's voice was alluring as she felt her soft lips touch his ear, a warm breath blowing inside, tickling him slightly.

At this moment, Zhang Ziwen finally understood what this so-called European-style massage was all about. It was just the oil massage that he and his buddies often joked about, with the ending being the girl using her hands to torment that part, commonly known as "hand job." Damn it! Zhang Ziwen's lower regions had long been excited beyond reason, feeling too embarrassed to turn over.