Healing Place Leaf
After Tsunami-san's coaching session and with plans to receive guidance from her through massage to help her relax after her workout, the situation took a sudden turn.
Tsunami-san received a call for help from her workplace, and everything changed.
Tsunami-san spontaneously offered to provide massage guidance at the shop. Although I had reservations about it, I couldn't bring myself to decline, as I felt guilty about potentially breaking our promise.
I had talked to Tsunami-san on Izu's beach about wanting to own my shop soday, despite my current enrollnt in a massage school. It seed that Tsunami-san had rembered this, and she thought working at the shop would be a good experience for .
(Oh well. I guess I have no choice but to go along with it.)
At 4:00 PM, I arrived at the Healing Place Leaf, the massage shop located within the super sento where Tsunami-san worked.
After being introduced to the staff and receiving a brief lecture from Tsunami-san, it was ti for practical experience. It was surprisingly quick. Even though it was a weekday, the shop was busy.
By the way, they didn't have staff uniforms in my size at Healing Place Leaf, so while everyone else was wearing wine-red staff uniforms, I remained in my white lab coat, which I wore from my massage school.
Guest check-in was done by the staff at the counter near the shop's entrance. We, the massage therapists, guided the clients assigned to us based on the instructions given at the counter, starting the custor service process.
My first client happened to be an elderly gentleman, probably in his sixties. To avoid intimidating him with my muscular and tall physique, I lowered my posture and quickly directed him to lie on the massage table.
"Welco! Please, have a seat on this bed. There you go, there you go!"
"Wow, you're a big guy, mister!"
"Well, I do work out. So, which parts of your body are bothering you today?"
"Well, my lower back and shoulders have been aching"
"Alright, I understand. Let's focus on relaxing your shoulders and lower back, then."
I had always struggled with social interaction due to my social anxiety, but I've been making improvents lately, partly thanks to leveling up and interacting with sociable college girls.
So, I didn't feel nervous at all about providing custor service. In the past, I would have been very anxious, but having gone through countless battles in dungeons had toughened up considerably. Now, I hardly got flustered by most things.
However, after working for about two hours and massaging three clients while receiving advice from Tsunami-san, sothing unexpected happened that rattled .
Guess who walked into the massage shop with a female companion? It was none other than my forr coworker and my least favorite person, Kei Myou.
Kei Myou imdiately noticed , even though I had tried to blend into the background. Ignoring the reception staff at the counter, he boldly entered the shop and stood right in front of .
"Hey, isn't that Ezuki? What are you doing here? Are you working part-ti or sothing?"
Among the two types of attire available for guests in the facility, Kei Myou and his companion had chosen yukatas to wear. It was a nice choice for the atmosphere, but as usual, he was wearing an excessive amount of jewelry, including necklaces and earrings. Honestly, it completely ruined the ambiance.
(That guy He's still doing his macho routine within two seconds of eting . So things never change.)
Kei Myou had a tendency to assert his dominance over people he didn't like. He used to pick on all the ti when we worked together at the company.
Wait a minute, though It's only 7:30 PM. How did they co to a super public bath on a weekday with a female companion? Even when they left work early by simply writing [eting with Corporation, going ho afterward.] on the board, my forr departnt would keep us working overti endlessly.
"Welco! First, please go to the counter for registration."
I had a lot I wanted to say, but I had already quit the company. So, I replied to Katsurana with a smile and a standard greeting, free from the past.
"Ugh! (Grumble)"
It seed that my attitude didn't sit well with Kei Myou, as he turned red again and started complaining loudly to the reception staff, saying things.
"Why are you hiring and using soone like him?"
Oh boy, Kei Myou. Thanks to you, I now feel incredibly uncomfortable.
Clients who were receiving massages turned their heads to see what was happening, and even the other staff mbers providing massages wore concerned expressions.
In the midst of it all, I suddenly noticed soone looking at .
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