Hormones That Can't Be Hidden - Chapter 31

During the morning meeting the following day, Xu Jun stood before the group with his habitual, inscrutable smile. His gaze landed directly on Dong Junhao. “Junhao, you’ve been on the second floor for some days now. The environment, the rules… you should be well-acquainted with them by now, right?”

Under the weight of that gaze, Dong Junhao gave a firm nod.

“However, we can’t rush your debut on the floor to receive guests,” Xu Jun’s tone shifted, his eyes flickering with a mixture of playfulness and earnestness. “Before I officially put your name on the duty roster, there’s one last… well, ‘procedure’ we have to go through.”

Dong Junhao’s heart tightened for no apparent reason.

“You, normally you are accustomed to ‘serving’ others,” Xu Jun strolled over slowly, measuring him up from head to toe. “I doubt you’ve ever properly enjoyed the taste of being ‘served’ yourself, have you?”

As soon as he said this, a wave of suppressed giggles and whispers erupted from the group of female technicians listening nearby, their eyes sparkling as they peered over.

“Starting today,” Xu Jun raised his voice as if announcing a momentous decision, “every day during the afternoon sessions when the floor isn’t busy, the female technicians on duty will take turns giving you a full-service experience. Scrubbing, pressing, pushing, kneading, and an essential oil back treatment not a single item is to be skipped.”

He scanned the circle of eager girls and continued, “Every girl who can hold her ground here has her own signature moves. Their hand techniques, their control of pressure, and most importantly the ability to divine the guest’s hidden thoughts; each has her own secrets.”

“If you just watch from the sidelines, your eyes might learn it, but your hands will lack the feeling and your heart will lack the realization. There will always be a thick veil between you and the true essence of the craft.”

“You need to lie down, surrender yourself completely, and use your flesh and bone to ‘taste’ it; use your mind to ‘savor’ it. Only then can you truly absorb their strengths into your own hands.”

The female technicians’ eyes lit up as they exchanged excited glances, low laughter rippling through the group like waves.

Dong Junhao, meanwhile, was completely stunned.

This… what kind of training was this?

“Furthermore,” Xu Jun leaned closer, dropping his voice into a tone of indisputable guidance, “you likely won’t have the chance or the conditions to personally ‘practice’ on female guests, will you? Since they are massaging you and you are benefiting, it’s only natural that you ‘give back’.”

“You must also use the skills you’ve learned to help them relieve their fatigue and relax their muscles.”

He paused, his eyes sweeping over the girls who were hanging on his every word, his lips curling into a deeper smile. “More importantly they themselves are the most fastidious and knowledgeable ‘guests’ in this industry.”

“Let them lie there while you use your techniques to serve them. From the most professional perspective, they can tell you directly and piercingly where the pressure was too light or too heavy, where the sequence was backwards, which movement felt awkward or uncomfortable, and which moment… was just right, comfortable to the very marrow of your bones.”

Xu Jun clapped Dong Junhao heavily on the shoulder. His voice returned to its normal volume, yet every word was crystal clear: “This is called: Know yourself and know your enemy, and you will never be defeated in a hundred battles.”

“The guests you encounter in the future will likely be the same type of people these girls deal with every day. Their feelings are the best, most brutal, and most honest mirror of your craft. If you figure it all out, you graduate; if you can’t, then stop trying to eat from this bowl of rice as soon as possible.”

The reasoning sounded impeccable, carrying a professional severity that brooked no argument.

Dong Junhao opened his mouth, but in the end, he couldn’t find the words to object.

Thus, that afternoon, in a private room on the second floor that had been specially cleared with the lights dimmed to the most comfortable setting and the incense swapped for a more soothing blend the “special training” officially began. For Dong Junhao, it was an unprecedented experience, a mixture of embarrassment and high-intensity learning.

The initial stiffness almost made him lose his bearings.

Forced onto a massage bed so soft he nearly sank into it by the spicy and outspoken Lin Wei, Dong Junhao felt his hair stand on end. When her warm, delicate palms adorned with nude-colored polish and slick with essential oil pressed against his back muscles, which were as tense as an iron plate, every muscle in his body resisted.

Lin Wei let out a “puchi” laugh. Her fingertips, coated in oil, traced neither too hard nor too light down the groove of his rigid spine, sending a shiver through him.

“Brother Hao, relax~” she drawled, her voice full of teasing. “You’re as stiff as a coffin board. Your acupoints are locked tight by your muscles; how am I supposed to work? If a guest is in this state, they’re either here to find trouble, or else…”

She leaned down, the warm scent of her citrus-toned perfume brushing against his reddened earlobe. “Or else they’re harboring a different kind of ‘fire’ in their heart, their body tensed with a different kind of ‘energy.’ Remember this feeling the first barrier your hands must break is this ‘shell’.”

“Use warm towels, use soothing oil glides, and use a steady, reassuring pressure to tell his body: it’s okay to let down your guard. This is the first step in building trust, and the beginning of your control over the rhythm.”

Following that, while performing leg stretches for Dong Junhao, Lin Wei pulled his large hand onto her own thigh. “When you encounter a guest whose hands aren’t behaving, don’t dodge stiffly; that’s a mood killer. You can do what I’m doing…”

She skillfully lifted his leg to a specific angle, perfectly partitioning off certain sensitive areas. “Use professional movements and seemingly accidental body positioning to naturally form a barrier. Meanwhile, don’t stop talking; use topics like asking for work advice or praising his worldly knowledge to divert his attention.”

“You must hold the line without making him feel like you’re intentionally on guard or making him lose face. This sense of proportion is harder to practice than the techniques themselves.”

Next was Su Xiaoxiao, with her soft, sweet voice.

Her technique was like her personality: delicate, gentle, like a spring rain moisturizing the earth.

As she used the heel of her palm to unhurriedly knead away the hard knots on the inner side of his shoulder blade, she explained in a gentle, breathy tone: “Brother Hao, does it feel stiff here? Many guests who sit in offices or drive for long periods have heavy blockages here. You can’t just press hard right away; that will make them more tense and the muscles will lock up instead. You have to do it like this,”

She demonstrated, “First, warm it with the heat of your palm, let it penetrate slowly. Once you feel the muscle starting to relax, use clever force to dissolve it bit by bit. The key isn’t how much strength you have, but whether you can ‘listen’ to and understand the signals his body is sending.”

“Your hands must have the ability to ‘converse.’ Make him feel that you aren’t just mechanically completing a set of movements, but that you are understanding him and soothing his accumulated exhaustion. This feeling of being ‘understood’ is sometimes more effective for a guest than the technique itself.”

Then, while instructing him on how to cover a “guest” with a towel, she was meticulous to a nearly harsh degree: “The corners of the towel must be tucked in well; leave no gaps. This isn’t just for warmth; it’s a psychological sense of being ‘wrapped’ and ‘secure.’ Female guests, especially, are very sensitive to this.”

“Also, your fingers must absolutely not be ice-cold. Before touching a guest’s skin, you must rub them warm or soak them in warm water. A single cold touch can make all your previous efforts go to waste.”

“Consideration in the details is the quietest way to build trust and goodwill.”

When it was Song Qian’s turn, the style changed abruptly.

Her finger strength was startling and her positioning precise. The sensations of soreness, swelling, numbness, and pain brought by her acupoint pressing were intense and direct, like an electric current surging through him. Yet, strangely, they brought a refreshing sense of release after the pain.

“Brother Hao, bear with it,” her voice was calm and crisp. “This doesn’t feel good, but some guests are obsessed with it. They think, what kind of massage is it if it doesn’t itch or hurt? It has to be this ‘spicy’ and ‘penetrating’ for them to feel the money was well spent and that they were ‘treated seriously’.”

“Therefore, after observing their expressions, you must quickly judge the guest’s tolerance type and potential needs. Are they seeking relaxation and stress relief, or are they chasing the stimulation of pain?”

“When you should be gentle as a spring breeze, you must never act recklessly. But when you meet a master who pursues ‘strength,’ your hands must provide ‘weight.’ Using both soft and hard tactics, tailoring your service to the individual that is true skill.”

The female technicians might have started with the playful intent of teasing this “rare” male colleague, but once they entered a true “teaching” state, the professional quality steeped in years of industry experience was instantly revealed.

They were no longer just “women” who knew how to joke and flirt with their eyes; they transformed into strict and meticulous “Masters.”

Besides imparting specific techniques, they also began to share “little tricks” accumulated through actual combat things that would never be written in “textbooks.”

They constantly threw out various tricky questions, simulating a guest’s impatience, skepticism, or even slight insults, forcing Dong Junhao to organize his language in an instant to produce a proper response that maintained professional dignity without provoking the guest.

In this enclosed space filled with the fragrance of essential oils and dim, ambiguous lighting, Dong Junhao lay through several sessions of high-intensity, all-encompassing “immersive” learning.

His body remembered the different techniques and pressures, his ears were filled with various practical experiences and verbal tactics, and his brain rapidly processed those simulated dilemmas and instant feedback.

The initial shame and embarrassment were gradually replaced by a mixture of exhaustion, focus, and the excitement of being constantly hit with new knowledge.

He began to understand that the “other set of skills” Xu Jun spoke of was far more than just hand techniques. It was a comprehensive cultivation involving psychological warfare, emotional management, the art of language, and extreme patience and care.

And he was being led by the hand into this complex and profound doorway by this group of “vain” women he had once narrowly defined, stumbling along the way.

Behind every seemingly erotic contact pointed a cold and realistic industry law; behind every technique taught without reservation lay the survival wisdom they had exchanged for tears and sweat.

What he had personally experienced was no longer just the different perspectives brought by techniques and role reversal; it also contained the bizarre human nature and worldly affairs reflected in these “summaries of experience.”

And next, when it was Dong Junhao’s turn to “give back,” the challenge would truly begin.