In a dim corner of a downtown tower, there's a discreet men's spa whispered about among pleasure connoisseurs. The place is called Chikubi Hall, known for its intense, nipple-focused relaxation. When I arrive, the manager smiles and says their top therapist is available. Soon, Nozomi appears—mature, stunning, dressed in a form-fitting cheongsam, and radiating maternal warmth. Her featherlight touch awakens my senses, teasing nerves I never knew existed. With every slow stroke and sensual kiss, she reads my body like a map, her voice soft and knowing. As her body moves in rhythm with mine, she guides me to a place beyond stress, beyond thought—leaving only sensation, warmth, and release.