NTR Massage Parlour: A Wellness Technique Guide-Chapter 232: Night at the Mansion -2

After they left, Yohan found an open window and slipped quietly into the mansion. It was massive. Luxurious paintings hung along the walls, and expensive vases lined the hallways, each one looking like it cost more than his life.

He moved cautiously, prepared to be caught at any moment. Yet the farther he went, the clearer it became—there were hardly any people inside.

’It could be because they don’t want the identities of the executives exposed to lower-ranking members’ he reasoned.

That made sense. If so, his chances of getting out unseen were better than he’d expected.

He began checking the doors along the corridor. Most were locked, and the few that weren’t opened into empty rooms.

’I need to find Chloe quickly...’ Anxiety coiled tight in his chest. There was no telling what kind of animals were waiting to turn her into their toy.

...

Chloe opened one eye slightly. After pretending for half an hour to be knocked out she was finally able to see the bed she was sleeping on.

All this while as she laid there, her heart was pounding against her chest but she tried her best not to show it.

’Thank goodness my acting skills have always been way better than my dancing’

After she confirmed that she was the only one in the room she carefully got up.

She could hear the water in the bathroom running, there was someone in the shower. A manly voice cheerfully humming along to the music playing somewhere in the room.

When she was handed over to the man she heard a few things that made her finally understand the situation she was in.

The men were speaking of her like she was some kind of toy. According to them, her and the other girls were just tools that could be used to satisfy whatever perverted desire they have kept hidden.

The fact that the girls would have no memory of the event allowed them to go to the extreme, all they had to do was avoid leaving any permanent injuries. Small scars and injuries were easily covered up with makeup.

After everything she heard, she knew she couldn’t wait around for a single second.

’These people aren’t humans, they’re animals’

She glanced down at herself. Her clothes were gone, replaced by a plain white gown. Beneath it, she still had on her bra and underwear.

Her pulse quickened. She rushed to the door and tried the handle—it was locked. Panic flared, and she scanned the room for a key. Her eyes landed on it, resting on the small table beside the bed.

Next to the key sat a small stone plate. Her hands were shaking as she reached for it, and in her panic she accidentally knocked it off the table.

It didn’t break, but it hit the floor with a loud clatter.

Almost immediately, the sound of running water from the bathroom stopped. The man’s humming cut off as well. He had clearly heard it.

Chloe’s heart began to pound so hard it felt like it was inside her head. She had to act—now. Her mind raced, torn between making a dash for the door or diving back onto the bed.

She didn’t have time to think.

She chose the latter.

She hurriedly placed the plate and key back where they’d been, then threw herself onto the bed, forcing her body to go limp just as the bathroom door opened.

The man stepped out a few seconds later, a towel wrapped low around his waist. He was small and elderly, his hair already streaked with gray, yet his body was solid and well-built, dense with muscle—the kind that spoke of frequent exercise.

He paused beside the bed, his eyes fixed on Chloe. For those few seconds, keeping her breathing steady took everything she had. Her heart hammered, but she didn’t move.

After a moment, he turned away and returned to the bathroom, closing the door behind him. Soon, the sound of rushing water filled the room again.

Only then did Chloe sit up.

Carefully—painfully aware of every movement—she slipped out of bed and approached the table again. This time, she was determined not to make a sound.

But when she reached it, her heart sank.

The key was gone.

The bathroom door opened.

She froze.

The man stood there, the key dangling loosely from his fingers.

"Since when have you been awake?" He asked casually.

Seeing the man standing up close, with water dripping from his body made her chest tighten like it was about to crush.

"You’re not going to answer?" He asked, a sinister grin cutting across his face, "I don’t mind, as long as you can get loud when it matters,"

"Huh–" Chloe gasped, taking an instinctive step back.

"Come don’t be scared..." he said "let this perverted old man have a little taste of your precious tits,"

Before she could react, his hand clamped around her wrist.

"Ah- let go of me!" She struggled but his grip was too firm.

He grabbed her second hand as she continued to kick and thrash, screaming at the top of her voice.

The man on the other hand wore a very creepy smile like he was enjoying every bit of her reaction.

With a rough shove, he threw her onto the bed.

"This is going to be the most fun I’ve had in ages. How did the chairman know that this was what I needed?" 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

Chloe slammed into the bed, the impact knocking the breath from her lungs. She coughed, struggling to steady herself.

As she lifted her head, her eyes locked onto the window.

With the man blocking the door, it was her only way out.

She didn’t hesitate. Pushing herself off the bed, she lunged toward it—

—but her intention was obvious.

He moved faster, circling the bed and cutting her off in seconds.

"Enough," he snapped.

The slap came hard and sudden.

Pain burst across her face as she was sent crashing into the far side of the room. Her vision swam. Heat throbbed in her cheek, her skin burning, and her damp hair falling messily across her face.

She looked up at him, horror filling her eyes.