Chapter 2

I followed the girl inside, craning my neck to inspect the place.

Surprisingly, while the outside looked like a complete dump, the inside was a different story. The cozy little parlor was kept immaculately clean, with a warm glow from scented candles.

Along the way, I casually asked her a few questions and learned that this blind massage parlor was passed down from her father.

Her name was Ivy. She suffered from hereditary blindness and had taken over the family business to make ends meet.

Ivy felt her way around and finally led me into a private therapy room.

I watched her every move closely; she really didn't seem like the type to run a con. But since I was already here, I figured I might as well enjoy the service.

Thinking this, I started unbuttoning my shirt, getting ready to lie face-down on the padded table.

Just then, Ivy patted my back lightly, her soft voice floating over.

"Sir, you should take a shower first. It’ll make things much more... comfortable later."

The ambiguous phrasing instantly kicked my imagination into overdrive. What exactly are we doing that needs me to be extra comfortable?

I swallowed hard, a bit nervous, and followed her pointing finger toward the adjoining bathroom.

I had barely stepped inside and hadn't even latched the door when I heard the rustling of fabric out in the room.

Pressing the side of my face against the frosted glass, I listened intently, my heart thumping against my ribs.

That sounded exactly like clothes hitting the floor! Was this her scam?

Keeping my mission to avenge Ron in mind—but with my hands acting entirely on their own—I pressed down on the brass handle and cracked the door open a few inches.

What I saw almost gave me a nosebleed.

Ivy had shed her white dress and was now wearing nothing but a skimpy hotel towel wrapped around her torso. Her long, pale, flawless legs were entirely exposed, practically hooking my eyes onto them.

Perhaps sensing my burning gaze, the blind girl shifted uncomfortably and tugged at the bottom edge of the towel.

"It's just easier to do the massage like this. You don't mind, do you, sir?"

I swept my eyes over her scantily-clad figure, an epiphany hitting me.

So this was why Ron got scammed! The oldest trick in the book: the honey trap.

But I wasn't some naive kid. As a contractor, I'd seen the inside of plenty of shady strip clubs. I’d seen gorgeous girls before; I definitely wouldn't be played!

Well, that was what I thought. But the second Ivy placed her hands on my bare back, all my defenses crumbled instantly.