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This time, we’d like to share a review from a customer who recently used Nuruteka, which has just been featured on our site.
I’m from Taiwan i can speak English obviously i am writing it, and back home, it’s always the same routine work, meetings, clients, deadlines. The pressure never really lets up. After a while, it all just numbs you. So when I planned this solo trip to Tokyo, I told myself it wouldn’t just be about sightseeing. I wanted to feel something again.
One night in my hotel room, while scrolling through social media, I saw an ad that caught my eye:
“NURUTEKA – Reverse Massage.”
I’ll admit, I had no idea what a “reverse massage” even meant. Out of curiosity, I clicked on the concept video. It was like something out of an AV where the client takes on the role of the therapist. I’d seen something like that in a scene before, and ever since, I’d wondered what it’d be like in real life. So… I booked it.
The whole process was smooth. I contacted them through LINE, exchanged a few texts, and within five minutes, I had a confirmed booking and the location. The reception was underground, clean, and discreet. At the front, the receptionist greeted me with a smile and handed me an English guide. After I picked a girl and paid, I waited a few minutes before she appeared. We exchanged a quick greeting and a hug, then headed together to a nearby love hotel.
She helped me with check-in, and once we were inside the room, she handed me a white coat and said, with a playful wink,
“Tonight, you’re the therapist.”
I laughed nervously. “Okay, sure.”
The flow went like this:
1. I entered the room and took a solo shower.
2. While I was in there, she got everything ready.
3. I changed into the white coat.
4. Then the session started.
After my shower, I came out and saw her lying on the bed, face down, back exposed. The view was… undeniably inviting. I put on gloves, applied oil, and stood there for a second, unsure how to begin. I started with her shoulders, copying what I remembered from real massages. She twitched a little at first maybe it tickled but then she exhaled, slowly relaxing.
I kept going. Neck. Spine. Lower back.
Bit by bit, she melted into it. Eventually, my hands moved lower, and to my surprise she was already wet. She turned her head toward me, not in a seductive way, but more like checking in:
“You okay?”
I nodded back: “Yeah. You?”
She rolled over, the towel slipping just enough to make us both pause. Our eyes met.
I asked softly, “Is this still okay?”
She nodded.
From there, everything slowed down.
There wasn’t any rush just breathing, small gestures, moments of quiet connection. At one point, she reached up, touched my arm, and guided me to her.
There I was just some overworked guy from Taiwan suddenly present. Feeling something real.
The roles we were supposed to play didn’t matter anymore. It wasn’t about therapist or client. It was just two people, sharing a moment, without the weight we usually carry.
It really did feel like stepping into a scene from those videos, but somehow softer, more real.
Afterwards, we lay there for a while. She hugged and kissed me gently more like a girlfriend than anything else. When our time was nearly up, she suggested we shower together. That was surprisingly calming… though, I’ll be honest, it stirred things up again. She teased me a bit, playfully, but time was short. In that moment, I knew I’d come back, and next time, I’d take it slower, give it more time.
Once we left the room, she guided me to the train station, gave me a goodbye hug and kiss, and bowed.
I walked away from NURUTEKA feeling refreshed not just physically, but mentally. Even though I was technically the one giving the massage, I came out of it with a strange sense of release and clarity.
So yeah.
If you’re heading to Tokyo, by all means, enjoy the ramen and check out the temples.
But if you ever come across NURUTEKA, and you’re curious?
Try it.
It’s like a quiet, oiled-up fantasy only this time, it’s real.
