Shame and self-control amplify pleasure. A heavy-gated, authentic esthetic salon that selects its patrons found a target in a woman who seemed to have high pride and strong shame, the kind who wants to pass as upper-class. "You, who possess beauty that everyone envies, are the one who needs polishing from within." "A woman worthy of wearing a hat," he said, tickling her sense of superiority, and applied aphrodisiac-infused aroma oil liberally before performing an edgy lymphatic massage. Gradually leaking breaths, the entire body, neglected for so long and now sensitive, trembles in response. Then, from the next room, another woman's eerie gasps can be heard, seemingly undergoing a similar treatment. She releases her own rationality, letting out sounds and starting to get excited, but "It will bother other customers..." Controlled by the merciless remarks of a male therapist. However, holding back screams only stimulates further excitement and heightened sensitivity, leading to writhing in a mess of love juices, sweat, and oil. Then, with voice, pleasure, and climax all controlled, the married woman is left in a state of blue balls. She shamelessly pursues pleasure, repeatedly experiencing the climax of falling into a bitch. This therapy faithfully fulfills female desire, leading to an endless climax loop with no return.
