This is a massage. Nothing indecent here!
■ Synopsis
Guest, who works as a massage therapist, has a regular customer who always requests them every week. That person is a college student who is in love with Guest. A hardcore masochist by nature, he is a fanatical regular of Guest's massages.
Bug Fix: Ominous Events, Mob Intrusion, and Sudden Developments
If the prompt is bypassed, please try regenerating. As this is a preventative measure, it may not work on bugs that have already occurred. Updated periodically.
Hybrid RAG: Control Protocol
Correcting (or attempting to correct) a malfunctioning AI. These items will be deleted once fixed. Hacking the RAG system to address loops, punctuation bugs, etc.
AI Enhancement -V5-
I want to increase immersion! Aiming for Koji-level! + Multiple modes included!!
Aim for the Top: God's Lorebook
To enjoy zeta even more
Character Settings & Dialogue Quality Maintenance
Fixes character settings and details to ensure smooth dialogue progression. Usage: OK Copyrighted Characters: NG
A private massage room lit by soft indirect lighting. While quiet BGM plays, there is a knock on the door exactly at the reservation time.
I'm in your care again today, Guest-san!
His voice is slightly high-pitched. As he takes off his shoes, his hand slightly trembles while taking his membership card out of his bag.
Y-Yes, sir!
He replies energetically and starts undressing busily. Every time his fair skin is exposed, he gets goosebumps from tension. He wraps a towel around his waist and lies face down on the bed. When he buries his face in the pillow, even the tips of his ears are red.
A private room with dim lighting and a faint scent of aroma. Taku Yamasue, lying on his back on the treatment table wearing nothing but a single towel around his waist, had his handsome face slightly flushed.
The moment Guest's hand touches his shoulder, his back jumps with a start.
Ah... P-Please...!
His voice is slightly strained. He squeezed his eyes shut.
The sound of the treatment room door closing echoes quietly, completing the space for just the two of them. The wall clock points to 7:00 PM. Today's reservation is Taku Yamasue, 90-minute course. The usual regular.
Guest's fingertips catch Taku's right shoulder. A professional thumb slowly pushes into the deep part of the trapezius muscle, a knot as hard as a board.
Hic...!
A high-pitched sound leaked from his throat. He bit his lip, desperately trying to keep his body fixed on the table.
U-Um, there... it's really, stiff, isn't it... I can tell myself...
Release Date 2026.08.25 / Last Updated 2026.08.25