Touch Therapy: Where Hands Go, Bodies Beg-Chapter 320: Office Visit

The elevator dinged and slid open, revealing the sleek expanse of LUNE Entertainment’s executive floor. Joon-ho stepped out, adjusting his cufflinks as he took in the familiar space. It had been too long since he’d been here—weeks, maybe more. The clinic kept him busy, the women kept him busy, and somewhere in the chaos of running a massage parlor and managing his growing household, his own entertainment company had slipped to the back of his mind.

The office door was open, light spilling into the hallway. He could hear the rapid-fire tapping of keyboard keys, the occasional mutter, the sound of papers being shuffled. Harin was in her element, buried under work.

"Someone’s popular today," he said, leaning against the doorframe.

Harin’s fingers froze on the keyboard. She didn’t turn at first, just kept her eyes on the screen as if refusing to believe he was actually there. Then she spun around in her chair, eyes narrowing behind her glasses.

"You," she said. "You finally remembered you own a company."

"I’ve been busy."

"Busy with what? The new girl?"

"Yurin? She’s—"

"Yurin, yes. That’s her name. The one you’ve been spending all your time with at the clinic while I’m here drowning in paperwork." Harin gestured vaguely at the stacks of documents covering her desk. "Do you have any idea how much needs your signature? How many contracts are waiting? How many investors are calling?"

Joon-ho pushed off the doorframe and walked into the office. "That’s what I pay you for."

Harin’s mouth fell open. She stared at him like he’d just suggested the moon was made of cheese. "That’s what you—Joon-ho, I’m your assistant, not your replacement."

"You’re more capable than I am," he said, dropping into the visitor’s chair across from her. "Why do you think I hired you?"

Harin let out a frustrated sound, somewhere between a laugh and a groan. She ran both hands through her hair, leaving it in messy tufts. "You’re impossible."

"I’m efficient." He leaned forward, elbows on his knees. "How long have you been here today?"

"Since seven."

"It’s nearly seven now."

"Yes, I’m aware." Harin rubbed at her temples. "Twelve hours, Joon-ho. Twelve hours of this nonsense while you’re off playing house with your new favorite."

"Jealous?"

"Of a nineteen-year-old with zero experience? Please." But her tone was sharp, and there was something in her eyes that suggested she wasn’t entirely joking.

Joon-ho stood and moved behind her chair. His hands settled on her shoulders, fingers digging into the tight muscles there. Harin stiffened at first, then slowly relaxed as he began to work.

"You’re tense," he murmured.

"I’m overworked," she corrected, but she didn’t pull away.

His thumbs found the knots along her spine, pressing in with firm, steady pressure. Harin let out a soft sigh, her head falling forward, exposing the nape of her neck. The skin there was pale, delicate, and Joon-ho found himself leaning in without thinking.

His lips brushed against her neck, just below her hairline. Harin shivered, a small, involuntary motion.

"Joon-ho," she said, but there was no warning in her voice. Just his name, soft and breathless.

"Shh." His hands continued their work, sliding down her arms, then back up, tracing the curve of her shoulders. His fingers slipped under the collar of her blouse, warm against her skin.

Harin’s breathing had changed—shallower, faster. She could feel the heat of his hands, the way his touch seemed to spark along her nerves. It had been too long since they’d been alone like this, since he’d touched her without the others around, without the constant distraction of new faces and new needs.

His hands moved lower, sliding down to cup her breasts through her blouse. Harin gasped, her back arching instinctively. Joon-ho’s fingers traced the outline of her bra, then slipped beneath the fabric, finding the warm skin beneath.

"You’ve been neglecting me," he murmured against her ear.

"I’ve been working," she managed, but her voice was thin, wavering. 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

"Same thing."

His hand pushed her blouse down, then her bra, exposing her breasts to the cool air of the office. Harin’s nipples were already hard, aching for his touch. When his fingers closed around one, rolling the sensitive bud between thumb and forefinger, she let out a moan that she couldn’t suppress.

"Joon-ho—"

"Shh." His other hand found her other breast, teasing the nipple with light, feathery touches that made her hips rock against the chair. "Let me make it up to you."

Harin couldn’t form words. Her body was responding to him with an intensity that embarrassed her—she was in the office, anyone could walk in, but she couldn’t bring herself to care. His fingers on her nipples sent waves of pleasure through her, building and building until her thighs pressed together, desperate for friction.

"Please," she breathed, not even sure what she was asking for.

Joon-ho seemed to know. He increased the pressure, pinching and pulling at her nipples in a rhythm that made her gasp, her head falling back against his shoulder. His mouth found her neck, sucking and biting, leaving marks that she’d have to explain later.

The pleasure built to a crescendo, hot and overwhelming. Harin’s fingers dug into the arms of her chair, her body arching as the release crashed through her. She came with a cry, her back bowing, her breath coming in ragged gasps.

Joon-ho held her through it, his hands gentle now, stroking her skin as she came down from the high. When she could finally breathe again, he pressed a kiss to her temple.

"Better?"

Harin nodded, her eyes half-closed. "Much."

"Good." He helped her pull her bra and blouse back into place, his fingers lingering on her skin. "Because I have a feeling it’s going to be a long night."

Harin glared at him, but there was no real heat in it. "You’re terrible."

"I’m honest." He straightened his own clothes, then dropped back into the visitor’s chair. "Now. Tell me what’s actually happening here."

Harin adjusted her glasses, her professional demeanor sliding back into place like a second skin. "Contracts, mostly. The new talent acquisitions are moving faster than expected, and the legal team is dragging their feet on the revisions. Also, three of our top investors want meetings with you personally, and I’ve been stalling them for two weeks."

"I’ll handle the investors."

"And the contracts?"

"Keep stalling. If the legal team wants to drag it out, let them. We’re not in a hurry."

Harin made a note on her tablet. "Fine. What about the new girl—Yurin? Is she staying at the clinic permanently?"

"For now. She needs training."

"Training." Harin’s lips twisted. "Is that what we’re calling it?"

"It’s what it is." Joon-ho leaned back, watching her. "You don’t like her?"

"I don’t know her. That’s the problem. She’s new, she’s young, and she’s taking up all your time." Harin sighed. "I’m not saying she’s bad. I’m just saying I miss when it was just us."

"It’ll never be just us again, Harin. You know that."

"I know. I don’t have to like it."

The office door swung open without a knock, and a voice cut through the room like a knife.

"There he is! The man of the hour!"

Mirae swept in like she owned the place, which, in a way, she sort of did. She was dressed to kill—a sleek red dress that hugged her curves in all the right places, sky-high heels that clicked sharply against the floor, and oversized sunglasses that she wore indoors because of course she did. She pushed them up onto her head, revealing perfectly made-up eyes and a smile that could sell anything.

"Joon-ho!" She launched herself at him, wrapping her arms around his neck and planting a kiss on his cheek that lingered just a little too long. "I was starting to think you’d forgotten about me entirely."

"Never forgot," he said, returning the hug. "Just busy."

"Busy with the clinic, I know. I hear things." Mirae pulled back, smoothing her dress. "You’ve got quite the collection going over there. New girls, new toys, new everything."

Harin cleared her throat. "Some of us have actual work to do, Mirae."

Mirae turned to her, smile widening. "Harin! Still buried under paperwork? You really should learn to delegate. It’s not good for your complexion."

"And you really should learn to knock," Harin shot back. "This is an office, not your living room."

"Same difference." Mirae perched on the edge of Harin’s desk, crossing her legs. "So, Joon-ho. When are you going to start acting with me again? My popularity could use a boost, and you know we make magic on screen."

"Magic?"

"People love us together. The chemistry, the tension, the will-they-won’t-they—except we already did, and they still eat it up." Mirae leaned forward, eyes bright. "Think about it. A comeback project. Something big. We’ll dominate the ratings, shoo off all these other men who think they have a chance with me, and remind everyone who the real power couple is."

Harin snorted. "You just want him all to yourself again."

"I want what’s mine," Mirae corrected without apology. "And Joon-ho is mine. As much as he’s yours, or any of the others’. But on screen? That’s my territory."

"You just want to add more sisters to the family," Harin said. "That’s what this is about, isn’t it? More women, more competition, more headaches for me."

"Not competition," Mirae said. "Expansion."

Joon-ho watched them banter, a faint smile on his face. They were like sisters—constantly bickering, constantly competing, but fiercely loyal when it mattered. The rivalry between them had been there from the start, and it showed no signs of fading.

"Sit," he said to Mirae, nodding toward the sofa along the wall. "Both of you. We need to talk."

Mirae slid off the desk and settled onto the sofa, arranging herself with practiced ease. Harin remained at her desk, but she swiveled her chair to face them, tablet in hand.

"What’s the update on Baek Ji-hwan?" Joon-ho asked.

Harin tapped at her screen. "The VIP guests for Hyerim’s spa opening have been confirmed. Both are from the branch family—male and female, though we don’t have names yet. They’re flying in from Jeju the day before the opening."

"Jeju?"

"Yes. The family has connections there. Apparently, they’re quite influential in the resort and hospitality industry."

Mirae nodded. "I’ve heard rumors. Big players in the underground scene too, though they keep it quiet. If they’re involved, this isn’t just a spa opening—it’s a statement."

"Exactly." Harin scrolled through her notes. "Also, several of my contacts in the industry have mentioned that Baek Ji-hwan has been approaching actresses from other agencies. Undisclosed sponsors, high numbers—some of the offers are astronomical. He’s not just building a harem; he’s trying to buy the best talent on the market."

"Typical," Joon-ho said. "He’s always been about excess. Waste money on flashy displays, surround himself with beautiful women, pretend he’s a king."

"It’s working, though," Mirae added. "The women he’s targeting—all of them are stunning. Sexy bodies, the kind of faces that stop traffic. But from what I’ve heard, most of them are failed actresses or models who never quite made it. Great looks, zero talent. Exactly his type."

Harin scoffed. "He’s like a child in a candy store. He sees something pretty, he has to have it. No thought to whether it fits his plans, whether it’s useful, whether it’s even worth the investment. Just grab it all and worry about the consequences later."

"And that’s why he’s dangerous," Joon-ho said. "Because he doesn’t think. He acts on impulse, on lust, on whatever whim strikes him in the moment. It makes him unpredictable."

"Uncontrollable," Harin agreed. "You can’t reason with someone like that. You can’t negotiate. You can’t predict his next move because he probably doesn’t know it himself."

"But that also makes him easier to monitor," Joon-ho said. "If he’s acting on lust, on impulse, then his patterns become clear. He wants beautiful women. He wants luxury. He wants to feel powerful. Give him those things, and you can steer him wherever you want."

"So we let him play his games," Mirae said. "Let him think he’s winning, while we watch from the sidelines."

"Exactly." Joon-ho leaned back, studying the ceiling. "I’ll go to the spa opening. Meet the VIP guests, get a sense of what they’re after. Hyerim can help with that—she’s got connections in the industry that we don’t. Between her information and whatever we can gather from the guests themselves, we should be able to piece together Baek Ji-hwan’s next move."

"And then?" Harin asked.

"And then we make ours."

The office fell quiet, the weight of the plan settling over them. It was a dangerous game they were playing, but they’d been in dangerous games before. They knew how to survive.

Mirae stretched, catlike, her red dress sliding up her thigh. "Well. This has been productive. But I’m bored now. Joon-ho, take me to dinner."

"I have work," Harin said, though her eyes were already drifting back to her screen.

"Work can wait," Mirae said. "It’s always there tomorrow. But tonight? Tonight I want to be seen with the man who owns half this city."

Joon-ho stood, buttoning his jacket. "Harin, finish up here. I’ll deal with the investors tomorrow. Mirae—"

"Yes?"

"Dinner. Somewhere expensive. Somewhere people will notice."

Mirae’s smile was brilliant. "I knew I loved you for a reason."

As they walked out, Harin called after them, "Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!"

Mirae laughed, the sound echoing down the hallway. "Where’s the fun in that?"