Shame and self-control amplify pleasure. Targeting a married woman who wants to appear as the so-called upper class, I tickle her sense of superiority by saying, "You, who possess a beauty that everyone envies, are the woman most worthy of being polished from within," and apply aphrodisiac-infused aromatherapy oil all over, performing a provocative lymphatic massage. Gradually, she leaks sighs and reacts by trembling her whole body, which has become sensitive due to abstinence. Then, perhaps because she is undergoing a similar treatment, she hears the eerie moaning of another woman from the next room, releases her own reason, leaks her voice, and begins to get excited, but is controlled by the male therapist's merciless remark, "It will bother other customers..." However, enduring her voice stimulates further excitement and sensitivity, and she becomes soaked with love juice, sweat, and oil, writhing in agony. And the married woman, whose voice, pleasure, and orgasm are controlled and put in a state of edging, falls into a bitch who greedily devours pleasure without shame or concern, repeating orgasms. Faithfully fulfilling the woman's desires, she leads her into an orgasm loop from which she can never return, convulsive acme therapy.
