下面羊死惹
After getting slightly tipsy at Red House, I walked into the Ximen studio… The oil massage from Akira and Daming made me even more deeply intoxicated.
2025-08-12 15:28:50
Shop: Ximen Studio (When messaging him to book, check which time slots he has available)
Therapist: Daming Akira
Role: TOP
Looks: 9 (I like the bear-uncle type, so I gave a high score)
Body: 7
Acupressure: 9.9
Oil massage: 10
Cooperativeness: 9.5
Boyfriend factor: 8
Environment: 9 (minimalist Japanese style)
That night I was originally having a few drinks with friends at Red House. When I was tipsy, I casually checked my phone and saw that Daming suddenly had an available slot open for booking — apparently someone canceled the original time. The alcohol plus that momentary impulse made me message him right away: "Are you free now?" I didn't expect him to reply quickly: "Yes, see you in half an hour."
On the walk from Red House to the studio I was still a little dizzy, but slowly sobered up because of anticipation. When I pushed the door open, the first thing I saw was Daming's slightly mischievous smile — that kind of smile made me feel like he knew I wasn't there just for a massage. (He's the cute uncle type; I like tanned skin and a solid, bear-like build.)
He led me to the bathroom for a quick rinse; the sound of water mixed with the remaining alcohol in my head and shut out the noise outside. Back on the massage table, his hands first rested on my shoulders, steady pressure with a hint of teasing, as if reading the rhythm of my breathing.
When his palms slid over my back and waistline, the warm oil spread across my skin like tiny electric currents seeping into every fiber. Occasionally his elbow would press exactly on a sore spot and I couldn't help but let out a soft gasp; he seemed to hear it and his technique didn't rush — it became even slower and deeper, forcing me to focus on the sensation.
When he reached more sensitive areas, he didn't hurry to move away but lingered and traced, as if testing—left attack, right attack—like laying siege, surrounding you so that running away would be the wrong decision. In the end I silently accepted his advances; every move made me admire him. Each stroke of the oil massage could conjure an image of being plucked and ravaged, like reigniting the warmth of that drink at Red House upon my body.
When finishing, he wrapped my whole body in a towel, his movements so gentle as if afraid of disturbing something. At that moment I couldn't tell whether it was the alcohol or the massage that left me warm all over, but one thing was certain—I will book him again.
# Acupressure is really quite good, and you must not miss his oil massage
His build gives a very secure, classic husband vibe; if I could be his wife, I'd be willing to divorce to be with him.
Yes~ I really don't want to worry about his feelings; I'm simply attracted to his charm — the porter from those fantasy films could carry me every day.
【I want to win first prize in the essay contest, 5,000 NT. If you're a fan who supports Daming, please click the heart for me】
Therapist: Daming Akira
Role: TOP
Looks: 9 (I like the bear-uncle type, so I gave a high score)
Body: 7
Acupressure: 9.9
Oil massage: 10
Cooperativeness: 9.5
Boyfriend factor: 8
Environment: 9 (minimalist Japanese style)
That night I was originally having a few drinks with friends at Red House. When I was tipsy, I casually checked my phone and saw that Daming suddenly had an available slot open for booking — apparently someone canceled the original time. The alcohol plus that momentary impulse made me message him right away: "Are you free now?" I didn't expect him to reply quickly: "Yes, see you in half an hour."
On the walk from Red House to the studio I was still a little dizzy, but slowly sobered up because of anticipation. When I pushed the door open, the first thing I saw was Daming's slightly mischievous smile — that kind of smile made me feel like he knew I wasn't there just for a massage. (He's the cute uncle type; I like tanned skin and a solid, bear-like build.)
He led me to the bathroom for a quick rinse; the sound of water mixed with the remaining alcohol in my head and shut out the noise outside. Back on the massage table, his hands first rested on my shoulders, steady pressure with a hint of teasing, as if reading the rhythm of my breathing.
When his palms slid over my back and waistline, the warm oil spread across my skin like tiny electric currents seeping into every fiber. Occasionally his elbow would press exactly on a sore spot and I couldn't help but let out a soft gasp; he seemed to hear it and his technique didn't rush — it became even slower and deeper, forcing me to focus on the sensation.
When he reached more sensitive areas, he didn't hurry to move away but lingered and traced, as if testing—left attack, right attack—like laying siege, surrounding you so that running away would be the wrong decision. In the end I silently accepted his advances; every move made me admire him. Each stroke of the oil massage could conjure an image of being plucked and ravaged, like reigniting the warmth of that drink at Red House upon my body.
When finishing, he wrapped my whole body in a towel, his movements so gentle as if afraid of disturbing something. At that moment I couldn't tell whether it was the alcohol or the massage that left me warm all over, but one thing was certain—I will book him again.
# Acupressure is really quite good, and you must not miss his oil massage
His build gives a very secure, classic husband vibe; if I could be his wife, I'd be willing to divorce to be with him.
Yes~ I really don't want to worry about his feelings; I'm simply attracted to his charm — the porter from those fantasy films could carry me every day.
【I want to win first prize in the essay contest, 5,000 NT. If you're a fan who supports Daming, please click the heart for me】
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