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He turned around, wondering who had said that but the ladies in the pool didn't even turn eyes to him. Tamika lent him a helping hand pulling him out of the pool. "Two thing is certain, you are going to embarrass yourself again. Don't make me regret clicking accepted on your profile."

She sneezed, tossing him a towel to cover himself up and then, showed him the other direction into the house. Yuki forced a smile to his lips, one that never white reached his eyes. He draped his wet hair into the towel until they stopped dripping wet and wrapped the towel against his torso.

"3rd floor, here are the keys." Tamika rolled her eyes, handing him over a silver black key. Yuki smiled again and went into the house.

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"3rd floor on the right, 3rd floor..." Yuki muttered to himself, passing through the crowd of women in bikini, sipping on vodka in the living room. On getting to the stairs, his eyes met two women making out on the staircase, one's mouth eating out the other pussy and the other licking her nipple so hard. He cringed, pushing his way through the narrow space they had left on the staircase.

"Hot kid, go get us some vodka. I need it in my girlfriend's pussy, quickly." Something that sounded more like a mock was heard from one of the ladies who just laughed at him.

"Not a butler, excuse me." Yuki climbed the stairs faster, his ears burning from the lewd comment. He didn't bother turning back, afraid that if he made eye contact with any of them, they'd drag him into something he wasn't ready for. His feet hit the second floor, and he barely glanced at the open rooms where moans and laughter echoed. Everything about this place was a twisted fever dream—like a mansion run by goddesses who treated modesty like an outdated relic.

"Third floor on the right…" he whispered again, gripping the silver-black key tightly in his palm like it was his only lifeline.

Finally, he reached the third floor. It was quieter up here, less chaotic, the hum of soft jazz music floating through the corridor. The hallway lights were dimmed to a sensual gold glow, illuminating the thick burgundy carpet beneath his feet.

He stopped at the third door on the right. It had a polished black handle, and above it, a small plaque with an engraving in cursive: don't enter, private owners only.

Yuki stood in front of the door, squinting at the engraved warning—don't enter, private owners only. He hesitated. Maybe Tamika had made a mistake. But then again, nothing about this place felt accidental.

He slid the silver-black key into the lock. Click. The door swung open.

The scent hit him first—sandalwood, hibiscus, and something sweeter, like pomegranate. Inside, a woman lounged across a velvet couch, her red flowered robe slipping slightly off one shoulder. Her back arched with each movement of the male masseur working silently, kneading oil into her bronze skin.

She didn't open her eyes when she spoke, her voice slow, silken, and curious.

"Who is that?"

Yuki cleared his throat awkwardly and stood at the threshold. "Um… I'm the new employee. Miss Tamika directed me here."

The woman sighed and waved her hand without looking. "Alright, you may go," she said to the masseur, who bowed slightly and quietly packed up, exiting the room with a brief glance at Yuki.

Now alone, the woman finally sat up slowly, her robe falling a little lower as she turned. Her hair spilled over one shoulder like a midnight waterfall.

"You must be Yuki," she said, her tone shifting to something sharper. "Renji's friend, right?"

Yuki stepped in, closing the door behind him. "Not exactly friends. Roommates. But yeah… same difference, I guess."

She smirked, like she already knew he'd say that. Her dark eyes appraised him from head to toe, unbothered by his awkward energy or the towel still loosely tied around his waist.

"I'm Katashi Kurica," she said, reclining once again and stretching out her arms. "Get some body oil from that shelf over there and come rub my back. My shoulders are stiff, and I hate unfinished massages."

Yuki blinked. "You want me to…?"

Katashi looked over her shoulder, one brow raised. "Is that a problem, roommate of Renji?"

His fingers twitched slightly as he made his way to the shelf. He picked up a small bottle labeled Midnight Amber and unscrewed the cap. The scent was intoxicating—musky, warm, and sensual.

He walked back toward the couch, trying not to trip over his own bare feet.

Katashi lay flat on her stomach now, robe half-slid down her back, exposing smooth skin and the black straps of a barely-there lingerie piece.

"Start from the top," she murmured. "And if you do it well, I'll give you your first 50 points." Katashi winked, snuggling into the soft couch. "You looked so confused, right?" She chuckled, her voice so deep but comforting. "Turn off the music."

Yuki turned around, and found the remote laying on the edge of the golden glass table behind the couch. He picked it up, gave it to Katashi and her fingers fled through the keys until it landed on the stop button for the music.

The once soothing environment vanished and the atmosphere thickened with Katashi's robe hung loosely now, baring the elegant curve of her spine and the intriguing black mole nestled between her cleavage. Her eyes lingered on Yuki as she leaned back, amusement playing on her lips like a secret she wasn't ready to share yet.

"You're probably wondering what the hell this place is," she said, tilting her head, hair cascading over her bare shoulder. "So let me clear things up for you before your hands start shaking over my back."

Yuki blinked, still clutching the bottle of Midnight Amber oil, unsure if he was about to start a massage or fall into a trap.

Katashi's voice dropped to a velvet murmur. "Every 10 points you earn translates to ¥10,000. Do the math—if you earn 50 points today, that's ¥50,000. And if I'm impressed," she lifted one shoulder in a lazy shrug, "I might round it up and pay you in dollars."

She reached for a small, sleek tablet lying on the end table beside the couch, tapped the screen, and turned it so he could see. A live point tracker glowed in bold:

YUKI MORI – Current Points: 0

"Everyone starts with zero," she added, setting the tablet back down. "You earn points by serving, obeying, and... performing."

"Performing?" Yuki echoed, uncertain.

Katashi gave a low, smoky chuckle. "That part comes later. For now, start with the basics. Rub my shoulders and try not to mess up. I have delicate skin, you don't want to ruin it."

Still slightly hesitant, Yuki poured a small amount of oil into his palm, rubbed his hands together to warm it, then gently placed them on her shoulders.

Her skin was warm under his touch, supple, and slick with the amber-scented oil. As he began kneading the tense muscles beneath his fingertips, Katashi let out a soft moan of satisfaction, closing her eyes again.

"Mmm… better," she murmured. "Not perfect, but better."

The point tracker on the tablet pinged softly—+5 points

Yuki blinked at it, and then at her. "It's real-time?"

She smirked without opening her eyes. "Oh, baby, everything here is real-time. You see, this mansion is a playground for women who want more than just luxury. It's about indulgence. Obedience. Control."

"And I'm… what? A servant?"

Katashi tilted her head toward him, opening one eye slowly. "No, Yuki. You're not a servant."

She sat up fully, the robe falling further, and leaned in so close he could smell the sweetness of the hibiscus on her skin. Her voice was a whisper now, following a soft moan escaping her mouth.

"You are so naive. I love that about you."

Yuki's mouth went dry.

"Now… do a good job, and you just might get those 35 extra points." Then she turned away again, resting her chin on her hands. "But if your hands slip even once—" she glanced at the tablet, where the point tracker now hovered expectantly, "—I might just deduct double."

Yuki swallowed hard and continued the massage, his hands going into the depression her robes. "Um, what shall I call you?"

"Katashi is okay. Unless you are uncomfortable with calling me that. Hey, Yuki, turn me over." She raised her left palm up, shaking it at his face. Yuki went over, his hand clasping against her wrist and then pulled her over, her back on the couch and her bossom upwards. "Um, Mhm, take off my robes will you?"

"..."