Day Three

“You know, I could do my Seraph thing and just make her forget–”

“No, don’t do that,” you cut in.

Yunjin walks over and sits at the base of your bed. “You can’t be with her, you know that, right?”

“Because she’s a Seraph?”

“As soon as she’s done playing as a human, everyone’s going to forget she ever existed,” Yunjin explains. “And you’ll never know why you have this deep, undying, painful emptiness inside you. Are you sure you’re willing to let yourself get attached, knowing this?”

You gaze out of the window as the first hints of the sunrise start illuminating the sky. “I don’t know if I have much of a choice,” you respond. “I really like her.”

“Just like how you really liked Wonyoung? And Chaewon? And Karina?”

You keep staring off at the sunrise as it inches higher and higher, officially marking the start of day three.

“This is different though.”

“Sure it is,” Yunjin rolls her eyes. “Hey, why don’t you people ever keep any fruit in your rooms? I feel like you guys don’t appreciate fruit enough down here.”

“They’d go bad, we keep them in the kitchen.”

“Then tomorrow I want to meet you in the kitchen,” Yunjin whines. “Well, assuming you make it through today. What’s the plan? You can’t fulfill the requirement with Kazuha again, no repeats.”

“I’ll figure something out,” you look away from the sunrise towards Yunjin as the light combined with her fiery hair makes her look like she’s literally glowing. “But I really want to see her again, if that’s allowed.”

“Hey, that's your choice,” Yunjin shrugs. “If you want to take Kazuha on another date the same day that you fuck another girl, by all means.”

“I don’t love how you phrased that,” you mumble quietly.

“It is what it is,” Yunjin stands up from the bed. “Alright, I’m going to go look for a garden or something. Good luck today, I’m rooting for you!”

She snaps and vanishes before you can even finish saying ‘thank you’.

“Come on, you can do this,” you mutter to yourself while drumming your fingers along the top of your steering wheel. “Just go in, pick any girl.”

You let your hands drop into your lap and sigh. Is this really what you’re going to do? You check your wallet – you should have enough cash, hopefully, to get it done.

Nothing you tell yourself is making it feel better, but you know damn well you’d rather hire a professional for an hour instead of sleeping with another random girl – at least you know this will be emotionless. You need to know how things are going to work out with Kazuha first.

With that mindset, you finally step out of your car and walk over to the completely shaded windows with the words ‘Happy Massage Parlor’ plastered across them.

Before you can even begin to make sense of the assortment of scents overwhelming your brain, the lady at the front desk calls out to you.

“Appointment or walk-in?”

This woman has an incredible bust.

“Just walking in, first time,” you respond, genuinely trying your best to avoid staring down her top as you read the name ‘Jihyo’ on her nametag.

“And how did you find us?” Jihyo asks as she continues to type on her computer.

“Shady website. Paying cash.”

Jihyo stops typing and finally looks up from the screen to take a proper look at you. Her eyes narrow, but you seem to gain her approval.

“Since you don’t have an appointment, not all of our masseuses are available, but we’ve had a couple of no-shows today,” she stands up and reaches for a folder, taking out a stack of laminated sheets from inside. “Your first option is–”

“She’s perfect,” you respond immediately.

Jihyo shoots you an odd look.

“You don’t want to see the others?”

“No, she’s pretty,” you shake your head. “And she looks like she’s a lovely masseuse.”

“Very well,” Jihyo places the folder back. “Before your massage, please use the attached shower to freshen up. The room will be locked during your appointment, no one is allowed to interrupt for any reason other than an emergency. Please make sure you treat all staff with respect.”

You nod and let out a small hum of approval.

“Please take this form and fill out your info,” Jihyo hands you a sheet of paper. “Let me know when you’re done.”

You’re staring at yourself in the mirror, towel wrapped around your waist. Behind you, the glow of the red lights from the main room is leaking into the bathroom.

What the fuck are you doing?

You feel pathetic.

It’s impossible to even recognize the person staring back at you in the mirror. You grip the edges of the sink and let your head drop down, breathing out a heavy sigh.

Kazuha really did feel different, but you can’t get it out of your head that she’s just a Seraph. She’s not meant for you, even if it feels like she is.

You need to let her go. Yunjin has a point; You can’t be with her.

It hurts, for some reason.

Even reminiscing about your past with Wonyoung hurts. It reminds you of a time when you were happy, when you were stable.

A time before the big mistake that sent you spiraling.

Ever since that day, you’ve become unrecognizable. Bouncing from girl to girl as if you can fill the void left behind, knowing damn well you can’t.

You turn the tap on and splash your face, staring up at yourself in the mirror again as the water drips off your chin.

You’re tired of this lifestyle – the way you’ve been sleeping around with any and every girl you run into – it’s ridiculous.

You look deep into your eyes and catch a glimmer of when you weren’t such an asshole. Back when you cared about people instead of just using them for your own gain.

Now’s not the time.

Worrying about who you’ve become isn’t going to save you from the fact that you need to get back into that room and have sex with… you don’t even remember her name.

Maybe it’s better that way.

You give your cheek a little slap and reach for a towel to dry yourself off before returning to the main room.

As if on cue, the moment you take a seat on the bed you hear a soft knock.

“Are you ready?” a soft voice comes through.

You take another deep breath and respond with a simple ‘yes’.

She opens the door and enters.

Your initial thought when you see the girl who walks in is that the pictures did not do her justice.

The second thought is that her outfit made of a few random straps is doing almost nothing to cover her up.

“Hello, I’m Tzuyu,” the girl walks up to you and she is adorable.

Her tits are out and her pussy is showing, but all you can do is stare at her face. If this is how pretty the first girl is, part of you feels like you should have taken a look at the others.

“Nice to–” you pause when Tzuyu suddenly drops down to her knees. “Oh, we’re getting right into it?”

“If that’s what you’d like,” she smiles up at you.

You hesitate again, not sure if you should remove your towel. You’re waiting for her to do something, to give you some indication, but she simply sits there on her knees with her hands crossed in her lap.

Is this how these things usually go?

Slowly, watching her reaction, you untie your towel and remove it, exposing your nude body. You toss the towel aside and wait, but Tzuyu is still just sitting there, smiling at you.

She doesn’t say anything or even take a look, she hardly reacts at all. She just… waits.

“Sorry, this is my first time,” you say awkwardly.

“Oh, you’re a virgin? That’s not a problem at all!”

“No, not a virgin, just my first time using a service like this,” you clarify.

Tzuyu rises from her knees and shoots you a confused look.

“Did you read the details on the file?”

“Uh…”

“It’s fine,” Tzuyu laughs – even her laugh is adorable. She grabs your hand and pulls you over to the couch. “First time using the service and you didn’t even bother to read the file. Can’t say I’ve experienced a client like this before.”

“I know, but I just really need to have sex with someone,” you say. “I can’t exactly explain much more than that.”

“Don’t worry, I get it,” Tzuyu smiles softly. “And there’s no judgement, it’s a very natural and human desire. So, how would you like to do this?”

“How does this usually go?”

She chuckles and reaches for your wrist, pulling it over to her chest. “Most of my returning clients select me because I give them the ultimate submissive service,” she bites her lip. “They like how I do anything they ask. That I’ll let them use me however they’d like.”

She leans in a bit closer, pressing her hand on top of yours so that your fingers press into her soft breast.

“So, tell me, how would you like to do this?”

“I’m so sorry–”

“Don’t be!” Tzuyu shakes her head. “This happens, it’s not uncommon at all.”

“It is for me,” you take your cock in your hand and give it a few pumps. “I think I can try again.”

“Alright,” Tzuyu says, spreading her legs wide, “if you’d like, I can always use my mouth or hand. Whatever it takes.”

“No, it has to be inside your…” you try lining up and pressing into her, but it’s futile. “Fuck.”

“What if I do this?” Tzuyu turns around and gets on all fours, looking back over her shoulder at you.

“Tzuyu… fuck you are so perfect,” you say and you mean every word, Tzuyu’s body is unreal. Her ass is feminine perfection. “I promise it’s not you… you are insanely attractive,” you sigh and let go of your cock, giving up.

“It’s okay! Want me to try getting on top again?” Tzuyu pouts at you.

“I… do you think we could just… chill for a bit? Like, can I maybe just hold you or something… is that weird?”

She gives you this look; It strikes deep, not quite pity but something similar enough that it hurts all the same. It only lasts a split second before her professionalism kicks in, most would have probably missed it.

“Of course, I’d love that!” Tzuyu steps off the bed and points at the couch. “And it’s not weird at all.”

You nod and follow behind her, admiring the fact everything is just there on display for you.

She’s so hot. That’s not the problem. It shouldn’t be, at least.

Then what is going on?

“Is it alright if I kiss your body?” Tzuyu asks, waiting for you to take a seat before climbing on top of you.

“Yeah, that’s fine.”

“Great,” Tzuyu leans into your neck. “Touch me anywhere, do whatever you want with me,” she whispers before bringing her lips to your collarbone.

Her touch is incredibly soft, each kiss slow and warm. She’s taking it slow, making it seem like she wants you even if you know it’s all an act – and it’s working.

You’ve been so focused on getting it over with that you haven’t been letting your body work naturally.

Now you can breathe, and really focus on breathing. As your hands roam over her smooth back, the elegant curves you’ve been too rushed to appreciate properly, only now do you realize how soft and warm Tzuyu is.

She hums against your neck, you can feel her body vibrating gently. She shifts her body, slowly sliding higher so that your face is met with her chest.

Your hands slide against her skin and across her waist, up to the front of her body. They roam up to her breasts, cupping them, properly acknowledging them.

Her arms wrap around your head, softly pulling you into her.

“That’s it, just relax for me,” she murmurs. “I love how your touch feels.”

Your mouth opens naturally, accepting Tzuyu’s nipple between your lips. You pinch down on it and pull, sucking carefully and slowly.

She hums her approval, hands roaming your hair, hips grinding against the building pressure between your legs.

You know that she feels it, but you stay composed – you have no interest in ruining the moment again.

Thankfully, Tzuyu doesn't rush it either. She lets you casually press and squeeze her breasts, offering the occasional encouraging moan right into your ear.

Your body is feeling warm – you feel ready.

“Tzuyu…” you finally break off her breast, leaving her nipple glistening with saliva.

“Don’t tell me, just do it,” she whispers calmly.

You enter this strange state between autopilot and a dream. Without putting much thought into it at all, you maneuver your bodies so that Tzuyu is beneath you, back on the couch, legs wrapped around your hips.

Her body is calling to you, letting you forget and wash away all your worry as if life is carefree. You allow yourself to succumb, to meet her warmth with your own desires.

It feels hopeful now. You can’t make much sense of it at the moment, but your body knows you can do it. That’s all you need to keep you going.

Especially now, as you graze her entrance, realizing she’s actually wet this time. You’ve forgotten where you are and you don’t care.

You press in.

Slowly. All the way.

No squeals, no shrieks, just a simple little moan: authentic delight spills from Tzuyu’s mouth – it’s so much better this way.

You feel on top of the world.

Your hips have already begun moving, needing no deliberation from your mind. Unlike a hook up with an old lover, or an excessive evening with a new one, this feels so much easier.

As you look down at Tzuyu, your mind tells you the truth – you don’t love her.

You don’t know her.

You don’t need to.

Despite the reality, this feels right. She feels right.

It makes no sense, yet it’s perfectly clear. The mind works in strange ways, but nothing compares to the body.

You’re the perfect example – from struggling to start to already finishing.

The energy between your legs is dissipating rapidly.

Tzuyu can sense it, yet she doesn’t show even an ounce of disappointment. She continues to coax it out of you, encouraging while not forcing you to give her what you came here to do.

The lighter your body feels, the heavier your chest becomes.

Enough is enough, your senses are returning already. You feel wrong. Your emotions are unchecked.

Internal conflict stirs inside you, exacerbated by the fact that Tzuyu is acting to perfection.

That’s the problem – you can see through the act now.

Your mind is clear. While you appreciate the way Tzuyu reaches between her legs to give you a couple of farewell strokes, her delicate fingers slipping against your length, you know it’s meaningless.

Everything inside you feels empty, and this gorgeous woman cannot fill the gap.

The goodbye is awkward; Not on the surface, anyone looking in from an omniscient perspective would assume the sentiments are genuine, but you know they’re formalities.

She cleans you off in a way that would drive most insane, you get a final feel of a beautiful body, and then you’re gone. You’ve only walked across a parking lot and back to your car, but round two has already been forgotten as if it never happened in the first place – at least you’re certain the requirement has been filled now.

You’ve learned enough to get your brain in check, at least you felt that way right before the universe’s divine humor times your phone’s vibration perfectly.

Still down to come over tonight?

You stare at the text blankly. Minutes pass. The world outside of your car feels still.

A single tear spills from your eye, landing right on top of Kazuha’s profile picture, blurring that beautiful smile of hers.

You take a deep breath in. It comes out shaky.

And you slip your phone back into your pocket.