[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-touch-therapy-where-hands-go-bodies-beg":3,"chapter-touch-therapy-where-hands-go-bodies-beg-touch-therapy-where-hands-go-bodies-beg-chapter-46":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Touch Therapy: Where Hands Go, Bodies Beg",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":20,"prevChapterSlug":21,"totalChapters":22,"novelImage":23},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":16,"volume":17,"translator":18,"content_hash":19},832381,1096,"Chapter 46: City Heat, Lingering Thoughts","touch-therapy-where-hands-go-bodies-beg-chapter-46",46,"\u003Cp>The warm afternoon sun glinted off the rooftop café where Joon-ho and Harin sat enjoying their lunch. He leaned back in his seat, half-listening as Harin chattered between bites of galbi rice, her sunglasses pushed up into her hair, cheeks glowing with contentment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Feels like a real date,\" she mused, sipping her iced citron tea. \"When was the last time we had one?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Joon-ho smiled, eyes resting on her lazily. \"Feels like yesterday, every time I see you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harin rolled her eyes, but the grin tugging at her lips betrayed her pleasure. \"Sweet-talker. Bet you say that to all your girls.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Only to the ones who wear my shirts without panties.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She kicked him gently under the table.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After lunch, they strolled into the nearby mall, walking hand-in-hand through air-conditioned corridors filled with music and chatter. Harin tugged him toward a boutique and began browsing through racks of dresses and summer tops. She tried on a few outfits, coming out of the dressing room twirling, sashaying—watching his reactions, her eyes glinting with mischief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it was in the lingerie store that things took a turn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She came out in a sheer red set—barely-there lace hugging her curves, straps framing her hips like artwork. She arched her brow as she spun for him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Well?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Joon-ho’s gaze swept over her body with heat. \"You’ll break the villa bed in that.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harin gave a sultry smirk. \"Guess we’ll need a sturdier bed.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the counter, the young cashier scanned the items, eyes flicking from Harin to Joon-ho, then back again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You’re a good boyfriend,\" she said, smiling as she packed the delicate pieces. \"She’s lucky.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harin beamed, looping her arm around his. \"He’s the best.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shopping bags in hand, they strolled out of the mall, stopping only for a cone of soft-serve ice cream, which Harin insisted on feeding to Joon-ho with exaggerated care. The whole trip was domestic, relaxed, playful—and yet thick with anticipation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By evening, they were heading back to the villa, streetlights flickering to life outside the car window. Harin leaned back, sighing contentedly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I think I’ll wear the red set tonight,\" she murmured.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Joon-ho didn’t answer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He just reached over, sliding his hand up her bare thigh as he drove.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile, at the training center, Ji-hye was toweling off after her post-practice shower, hair still damp, body warm and flushed from hours of drills and scrimmage. The memory of the previous night’s massage crept into her thoughts—how Joon-ho’s hands had pressed into her skin, how her moans had slipped out without control, and worse, how she’d kissed him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her cheeks turned crimson under the cool breeze from the locker room AC.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What am I even doing...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her hand pressed unconsciously to her lips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She hadn’t had sex in months. Not since that messy breakup. And now... she was getting hot just thinking about amassage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shaking her head, she hurried to dress. But just as she reached for her bag, Coach Min’s voice rang out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Team, quick meeting!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ji-hye joined the others in the conference room. The coach ran through the latest preparation plans for the Olympic qualifiers—updated schedules, diet regimens, sleep tracking, pressure management.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By the time the meeting ended, it was nearly 9 PM.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She stepped into the night, pulled her hoodie over her still-damp hair, and called a cab. The streets were quieter now, headlights washing over wet pavement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She finally reached the villa.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The lights inside were still on.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ji-hye paused at the door, her hand on the knob. Her heart thudded once, hard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She thought of Harin. Of Joon-ho. Of the way his hands had moved over her body like he knew her better than she knew herself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was tonight going to change something again?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She took a breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And stepped inside.\u003C\u002Fp>",627,"2026-06-03T04:20:31.212Z","2026-06-03T04:20:34.464Z",1,"novelbin.me","bb907c5ac7fef687681c0f0f40bdfb4697c06c22ee0fdbf5b0c00f0a60dd5fbc","touch-therapy-where-hands-go-bodies-beg-chapter-47","touch-therapy-where-hands-go-bodies-beg-chapter-45",495,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Ftouch-therapy-where-hands-go-bodies-beg-cover.jpg"]