Taekwoon let the oil warm in his palms before he placed it on her calf. Gently, he kneaded her muscles, from the soles of her feet to her toes. She gave a satisfied hum as he put pressure with his thumbs.

Then he moved to her beautiful toned thighs. Her muscles were firm and yet she still has that softness that lets Taekwoon's fingers sink as he traced the lines of her legs.

"Could you press harder, please?" she asked while her face was relaxed, enjoying the way her stiff muscles unwind.

"Of course, dear."

Taekwoon complied immediately.