"Breast Reduction Massage ~For Those Troubled By Large Breasts~"
That advertisement caught my eye.
Yu, a girl whose overly large breasts were a complex, couldn't let it pass.
She immediately visited the shop, which apparently offered "bust-down" massages instead of the usual bust-up treatments.
The practitioner was reportedly a man in his 40s or 50s.
Though embarrassed, she put on the disposable underwear as instructed, and the treatment began.
Oil was poured over her.
It had a slightly sweet scent.
There was so much oil she wondered, "Is this really necessary?"
Her nipples showed through. How embarrassing.
Where the oil touched, it felt warm.
No, hot.
Apparently, it contained some special ingredients.
He called it an aphrodisiac.
The practitioner's hands reached for her breasts.
Perhaps because they wouldn't fit in one hand, he used both to slowly stroke her entire chest.
At times, he used strong force, thoroughly kneading them.
Squishing and squeezing, just like kneading bread dough.
Then, his hands gradually crept toward the tips of her breasts.
The areolas.
Mine are larger than most people's, and he traced the edges over and over again.
It felt good.
In a sexual way.
Her rock-hard, erect nipples told the whole story.
When he pinched those nipples tightly, her vision went completely white, without exaggeration.
But at that moment, she didn't know.
That this was merely the prologue.
That this breast development treatment would continue for hours, and she would be made to climax over and over until her mind and body were completely broken.
