Flower City Hunter

After taking a steam bath at the "Ocean Blue Sky" grand spa, Zhang Ziwen emerged from the sauna room dripping with sweat. The high temperature had made his body soft, feeling lighter than air. After washing his drenched body under the shower, he slipped into paper underwear provided by the bathhouse. Wrapping a towel around his waist, he headed for the relaxation lounge on the second floor where plenty of people were already enjoying their rest on the soft loungers.

Zhang Ziwen found an empty spot, allowed his body to collapse onto the lounger, and enjoyed the unutterable comfort it offered. Praise filled his heart for the place – you could spend the entire night here for just 50 big bucks. The place his buddies recommended was indeed awesome.

"Miss..."

The nearby attendant heard Zhang Ziwen calling her over.

"Sir, how may I assist you?" The girl, blessed with beauty and a pleasant voice, was clad in a cheongsam, which accentuated her attractive figure.

"Bring me a pack of cigarettes."

"Sure, Sir. Which brand would you prefer?"

"Bring me a pack of Zhonghua cigarettes."

After saying this, Zhang Ziwen thought to himself that he was rather lucky today. He had won three hundred big bucks in gambling today. Since he was in such a luxurious place, he could afford to splurge a little. As for tonight's expenses, they could be covered by his less fortunate friends!

"Alright, please wait a moment." The attendant said and gracefully turned to leave.

Zhang Ziwen's eyes followed the girl's round buttocks, swaying erotically as she walked. He couldn't help but admire her appeal.

Soon, the girl returned with a pack of cigarettes and a complimentary lighter. Upon lighting a cigarette, he took a deep puff and exhaled contentedly. The robust, full-bodied taste of the expensive Zhonghua brand struck him as noticeably superior.

"Sir, do you need anything else?"

"No, not for now."

"Sir, would you like a therapeutic massage? Our massage service is highly recommended."

Zhang Ziwen pondered a bit at her enthusiastic suggestion. His body was feeling drained, and a massage seemed appealing. However, he also knew that the massage service here would likely demand a significant payment - not cheap, like the blind-person massages he usually opted for.

"Seeing that you looked quite tired, I thought of recommending our massage service to you, but if you're not interested, that's totally fine," she added quickly, noticing his hesitation.

"How much do your massages cost?" Though he felt it was unseemly to ask about the price in such a place, he preferred to know in advance so as to avoid any embarrassment of not being able to pay the bill later.

"The rates vary, ranging from a minimum of 60 to a maximum of 800."

"Here's a price list for you to check." Efficiently, the attendant produced a plastic-coated price card from nowhere and presented it to Zhang Ziwen.

Upon quickly scanning the price list, he noticed that massage rates indeed varied, starting from 60, 80, 90, 120, all the way to 800. After quickly calculating his pocket money, he realized he could afford a 120 massage. It was marked as 'European Massage'. He wondered what that meant.

"I'll choose this massage." He pointed to 'European Massage' on the price list.

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

The moment she heard his agreement, the attendant's reassuring smile turned warmer.

He guessed that her bright smile must have been because she was entitled to a commission.

They left the rest lounge and turned a corner to arrive at a corridor covered with thick carpet. Room doors on both sides were shut; some even had 'do not disturb' lights lit up, suggesting that some guests were undergoing therapy. The attendant opened an unoccupied room, asked him to wait, and left, presumably to get the masseuse.

The massage room was small, dimly lit, and atmospheric. A few oil painting adorned the walls including a titillating portrait of a nude woman stepping out of a bath. Other than these, the room contained just a single massage bed. Upon a quick glance, the bedsheet seemed to be spotless, hinting at their readiness to change it after every use. Zhang Ziwen lied down on it, found it soft, and quite comforting. Despite being small, the bed was ample enough to accommodate one person comfortably.

In a few minutes, a soft knock sounded from outside.

"Sir, may I come in?" said a sweet voice.

"Hmm... sure."

The door quietly opened and a young girl walked in holding a bowl. Inside the bowl were a plastic bottle and a fresh white towel slung over its edge. Zhang Ziwen took a good look at her. The girl appeared to be around 18 or 19 years old. Her face was oval and she wore light makeup that added to her attractiveness. She was wearing a crop top, above a short skirt, that combined to accentuate her lovely figure.

Zhang Ziwen guessed that the uniform she was wearing was likely the standard attire for masseuses, provoking enough in itself, with a name tag prominently displayed on her ample bosom.

Glancing at her nametag, Zhang Ziwen saw the number 08 and assumed it must be her employee number.

As Miss 08 was bending over to put down a small basin, her ultra-short skirt revealed her white underwear hugging her plump buttocks. Tempting enough to lead one astray, Zhang Ziwen couldn't help swallowing saliva.

"Sir, could you turn over and lie on your stomach, please? We'll start with your back." Miss 08's voice was sweet.

Zhang Ziwen thought it was a good thing that she asked him to lie on his stomach. He had caught a glimpse of the sights beneath her skirt earlier, and was now reacting. This position served well to hide his embarrassment.

He felt a cool sensation on his back, as if a liquid had poured over it. A pair of soft hands gently rubbed it onto his skin, evenly spreading it over his entire back. Her technique was skillful and the pressure just right; the comfort made Zhang Ziwen hum in satisfaction.

"Sir, is the pressure okay?" Miss 08's voice was cloyingly sweet.

"...Hmm."

"Is this your first time here for a massage?"

"...How did you know?"

"Well, you look quite new here. I generally recognize most of our customers."

"Yes, it's my first time. By the way, what did you use on my back?" As soon as Zhang Ziwen asked, he regretted it slightly as it sounded a bit idiotic.

"Body moisturizer, sir. Have you never had a European massage before?"

"No... never," Zhang Ziwen wondered if she would see him as an inexperienced novice.

"Hehe... no wonder you didn't know about body moisturizers, they're used exclusively for European massages."

There was a hint of teasing in Miss 08's laughter. Annoyed, Zhang Ziwen thought she really saw him as a newbie.

"Sir...Can you remove the towel? I need to work on your lower waist area."

At this, Miss 08's gentle fingers started on his waistband. She asked softly.

Wait, the paper underwear beneath his towel was semi-transparent. Wouldn't this lead to an instantaneous wardrobe malfunction? Zhang Ziwen hesitated.

"Don't worry, sir. This is how European massages are done. Otherwise, we wouldn't be able to moisturize the lower waist." Seeing Zhang Ziwen's hesitation, Miss 08 reassured him.

Zhang Ziwen figured that if this was standard procedure, he didn't want to seem like an amateur. He parried by lifting his lower body up a bit, and Miss 08 took off the towel beneath him and tossed it aside.

No way, why... why is she also taking off my underwear? Zhang Ziwen was staggered by Miss 08's next move and almost cried out.

"Please don't be shy, sir. You'll get used to it." Miss 08's voice was gentle yet suggestive, as if it was no big deal at all.

What could Zhang Ziwen say? If she was not shy, why should he be? It was just him baring his buttocks for her to see. Having come to this conclusion, Zhang Ziwen shrugged it off and coordinated with her to take off his last piece of modesty- his paper underwear.

Again, a cool sensation flowed down his waist, onto his buttocks, and... even the buttock chasm. The refreshing sensation was indescribably comfortable. Miss 08's soft pair of hands deftly kneaded his lower back, moving gradually from the lumbar area to his bare buttocks; finally, as Zhang Ziwen feared, her skillful hands slipped into the crevice of his anus...

She gently pressed onto his sensitized area. Waves of tingling pleasure infiltrated his brain. Zhang Ziwen bit he is lip taut to keep from grunting aloud. His organ against the mattress responded prominently to the pleasure. Oh no! Zhang Ziwen realized his body was getting tighter...

"Sir, please turn over. Don't be nervous, just relax and enjoy." Miss 08's voice was seductive and Zhang Ziwen felt her soft lips touch his earlobe. A whiff of warm breath made him feel itchy inside.

Finally, Zhang Ziwen understood what this so-called European massage was all about. Wasn't it just the "oil push" that his buddies often talked about? Where, in the end, the girl uses her hand to have a go at that thing; euphemistically known as "airplane projection". Darn! Zhang Ziwen's penis had already risen up with excitement. How could he turn over now!

['Fight the airplane' in chinese is '打飞机', which has another meaning- 'masturbate']

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If my future girlfriend sees this chapter, she'll undoubtedly blow her top! Let me clarify to all: this depiction of a European massage is purely my imagination. Brothers and sisters, remember to vouch for me on this! And by the way, don't forget to vote and favorite this!