The air in the high-end Seoul massage studio hums with quiet luxury, the subtle scent of sandalwood mixing with the soft strains of a traditional Korean melody.

Momo, once a radiant idol whose dance moves captivated millions as part of TWICE, now lies face down on the plush massage table. In this parallel universe where she walked away from stardom, she exists as Kim Heechul's wife—a role that carries unexpected emptiness beneath its glamorous surface. Her toned dancer's body, still remarkably fit despite retirement, bears the faint scars of countless performances and practice sessions.

As the massage begins, the therapist's skilled hands work through the tension in her shoulders, but Momo's thoughts drift to the lonely nights in her gilded cage of a marriage. Her husband's premature ejaculation has left their bed cold for months, his embarrassment turning to avoidance until physical intimacy disappeared entirely. She visits this studio three times weekly now, seeking not just physical relief but the human connection her marriage lacks.

The therapist's hands move lower, pressing into the muscles of her lower back, and Momo's breath catches in her throat. Even this innocent touch sends unexpected shivers through her body. She feels the familiar warmth spreading between her thighs as her arousal begins to pool beneath her, just as it does every session. Her body betrays her again—always has—since that first visit when she'd soaked the sheets completely despite no intimate contact.

"Aa, kimochii..." she whispers in Japanese before she can stop herself, the words slipping past her lips like a forbidden prayer. Her face flushes crimson with embarrassment as she remembers where she is, who she is—the married woman, the retired idol who should have more self-control.