After some hesitation, I held my nose and followed suit. Then I buried my face in the massage table's face cradle like a lamb waiting for slaughter, taking deep breaths to calm my nerves.

"Try to relax," the man whispered, noticing how tense I was.

He poured warm oil on my back, using just his fingertips to barely graze my skin, creating these barely-there sensations.

He started with my shoulder blades and back, then glided down to my waist, softly moved over my thighs, and back up to my buttocks.

Every move was pure seduction.

It gave me butterflies, making me want more while keeping me too lazy to move.

He was patient, continuing this teasing massage over and over, endlessly stoking my desire.

My head started feeling fuzzy and hot. Something deep inside me began to burn. I wasn't fighting these strange yet intimate touches anymore.

What shocked me most was that as a married woman, I felt zero guilt about this intimate contact with a stranger. It seemed unreal.

Wait... was there something in that herbal drink?

Something felt off, but my mind was too hazy to think straight.

Because right then, he lifted the towel covering my back.

Through my foggy brain, I suddenly realized I was only wearing a see-through lace thong. With the towel gone, wouldn't he see everything?

"Wait..." I managed to force out these words, fighting through the pleasure-induced haze.

But he held my slim waist down.

"Please don't move," he said with a slightly scolding tone.

"Is this what opposite-sex massage is supposed to be?" My mind was in chaos, unsure how to handle this situation.

The man bent down and bit my ear, "Turn over, let me do your front."

My heart started pounding wildly. I turned over slowly, foolishly covering my face with the back of my hand.

Just then, Sophie suddenly let out a soft moan from next door - so sultry it made my ears tingle.

"Teacher, don't hold back - all women moan."