Chapter 2

2.

The next day, driven by some strange impulse, I found myself at that wellness center.

The man at the front desk was a scruffy, shifty-looking character.

"All our therapists are gorgeous girls. Whatever you like―mature women, college girls…"

"We've got girls from all over―Southeast Asia, Europe. You want a blonde? We got 'em."

He winked at me, hinting that I could ask for certain favors.

Apparently, there were hidden services that you had to discover for yourself.

I felt a surge of heat in my gut. My mind started drifting toward some very R-rated images.

Maya definitely didn't know this place was this sketchy. If she did, she never would have sent me here.

I grit my teeth and selected the "Imperial Male Wellness Package." The name sounded powerful, at least.

A girl in a revealing outfit led me to a dimly lit room.

The air was heavy with a strange, sweet incense that made me feel lightheaded.

From the room next door, I could hear muffled moans and giggles. It made my skin itch with anticipation.

Just as my mind was racing, the door opened.

A woman walked in, her curves hugged by a skimpy flight attendant uniform.

She wore black stockings and high heels, looking like a total fantasy.

Even though she had a mask on, I recognized those eyes instantly.

My heart nearly stopped. Those eyes… they looked exactly like my sister-in-law's.

She stepped toward me and spoke in a soft voice.

"Hello, sir. I'm therapist number 88. What can I do for you today?"

The voice was a match, too!

I swallowed hard, trying to stay calm. "Just… just do whatever is in the package."

My sister-in-law, Lana, had just graduated from college.

She was Maya's stepsister, and we actually got along pretty well. She was always over at our place for dinner.

Was she really working in a place like this behind our backs?

The more I thought about it, the more suspicious I got. "What's… what's your name?" I tested her.

She froze for a second but didn't answer. She just kept fiddling with the massage oils.

"Are you Lana?" I asked, emboldened by the silence.

Panic flashed in her eyes, but she quickly masked it. "Sir, you must have me confused with someone else."

Now I was certain. It was definitely her!

I felt a whirlwind of emotions―worry, anger, and a twisted sense of excitement.

"Stop pretending. I know it's you!"

I reached out and yanked the mask off her face. There she was. Lana.