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An advertisement for "Breast Reduction Massage - For those worried about their large breasts" caught her eye. Yu, a young girl with a complex about her oversized breasts, couldn't pass it up. She immediately went to the store, which apparently offers a treatment called bust-down massage, rather than bust-up. The therapist seemed to be a man in his 40s or 50s. She felt embarrassed, but she put on paper underwear as instructed, and the treatment began. Oil was dripped on her. It had a slightly sweet scent. There was so much oil, she wondered, her nipples were visible through it. She felt embarrassed. The area where the oil had been dripped felt warm. No, hot. It seemed to contain some special ingredient. Whitening? He said. The therapist's hands reached out to her breasts. Perhaps because one hand couldn't fit them all, he used both hands to carefully massage the entire area. At times, he used strong pressure, carefully kneading them. He kneaded them like bread dough. Then his hands gradually crept down to the tips of her breasts. Her areola. He circled my larger breasts over and over, tracing the border between them. It felt good. In a sexual sense. My rock-hard nipples told me that. When he pinched my nipples tightly, it's no exaggeration to say that everything went blank before my eyes. But I didn't know at the time that this was just the beginning. That this breast development treatment would continue for hours, that I would be made to climax over and over again until my mind and body were going crazy.