Chapter 10
Chapter 10
Chapter 10: Ye-sol's Forbidden Release
Jeong Ye-sol immediately clamped her hand over her own mouth. Her face burned with heat.
'Crazy... I'm freaking crazy?!'
She'd heard plenty of times that she came off as rude with her sharp eyes that didn't hide her feelings, and a face that didn't show expressions easily. But some people called it cool, and Jeong Ye-sol liked that side of herself. A bit of that lingering middle-school edginess.
Yet here she was, the girl who'd just had her clothes straightened and her breasts briefly grabbed, letting out a girlish moan. It was mortifying. Even telling Joo Seong-hyeon that she was fine now felt too embarrassing to hide her shame.
The Dojang Master was just innocently helping her out, but she'd felt sexual arousal from it, like she was masturbating. She was disgusted with herself. Her cheeks flushed red, hand over her mouth, she couldn't say a word.
Luckily, maybe. Joo Seong-hyeon didn't react much to her voice. Whether he was being considerate or not, he just...
Squish... knead...!
"Eek..."
Kept massaging her breasts. His hands were already inside her uniform—why keep kneading? She couldn't figure it out. Was he trying to position them inside properly or something? One thing was clear: she couldn't keep her wits about her under his touch.
His hands, 1.5 times bigger than hers, gripped her breasts firmly, pinching here and there. The chill of someone else's hands tormenting her sensitive breasts.
"Hng... mmph..."
Even with her hand over her mouth, the moans kept slipping out. And then he flicked her hardened nipple with his finger...
'......!!'
Jeong Ye-sol jolted and looked down. There, peeking between the Dojang Master's fingers, her nipple was...
'Fuc... what a crazy slut...!'
Standing stiff. Just like when she masturbated alone and her body hit peak arousal at the end. She was hard from the Dojang Master's touch.
Finally, the surging self-loathing and shame were too much to bear. Her legs, which had been trembling weakly, tensed up, and she gently pushed away the Dojang Master's arm holding her breasts.
Then...
"...Ah, ah! S-sorry. I got too into it..."
He, who'd been staring right through at her nipple, apologized instead and hurriedly pulled back. Biting her lip at the sight, Jeong Ye-sol thought...
'Annoying... He's gonna think I'm a perv...!'
She'd felt him flick her nipple with his finger. No way he hadn't noticed. That her body got aroused from his helpful touch. Humiliation welled up, tears threatening to spill. Unable to even look at Joo Seong-hyeon's face, she stayed silent.
"Wh-while we're at it, you moved around a bit anyway, so, y'know... Ah! Massage! I gave you a little massage!"
"...Massage?"
"Y-yeah! I've studied some sports massage... Massages feel good by nature, right? Th-that's good you seemed to enjoy it."
"......"
He comforted her. Or was it just stating facts? His kneading and pinching did make sense if you thought of it as a massage. Of course, her body perking up her nipples like a perv during it was indefensible, but Joo Seong-hyeon had covered for her like it was okay.
"Haha..."
A bit embarrassed even after saying it, he gave an awkward laugh. Catching it from the corner of her eye, Jeong Ye-sol dismissed the thought flashing in her head—'Too embarrassed, can't come back next week.' She bit her lip, steadying her mind. Swallowing the shame inside. And barely managed to speak.
"N-next... let's do the next one."
Jeong Ye-sol had nearly suffocated from embarrassment. But soon, she was filled with joy. The prior shame had vanished from her mind. Because the final lesson of the day—practical sparring—fit her perfectly.
"......"
"Hey."
Grab!
The moment Joo Seong-hyeon grabbed her wrist like some deranged guy off the street... Jeong Ye-sol picked the most suitable technique she'd learned so far. Don't force your own strength—use the opponent's force to pull them in...
Thud!
And crush their joint. It wasn't exactly like the first one she'd learned, so she didn't fully pin him to the floor, but seeing Joo Seong-hyeon on one knee filled her with satisfaction.
"Good. Let's try a different approach this time."
Of course, she didn't succeed every time. Once, he grabbed her forearm in a position different from practice, and while she pondered what technique to use...
"You're hesitating too long."
He spun her around and hugged her from behind.
"You're too fixated on wrist locks. I told you—the simplest is striking vital points."
Locking her wrist, wrapping his arm around her body...
Knead!
And grabbing her breasts inside the uniform again. Pinching her nipple between his fingers, gently squeezing the flesh.
"Mmng..."
It brought a different kind of ticklish sensation than the firm grip earlier. She reflexively moaned, but now, Jeong Ye-sol burned more with frustration than pleasure.
"Tch... Teach me more striking next time."
"Should I? You need to know how to strike effectively. Or preview today's... Ah, time's up... You have plans, right? Shame, but that's it for today."
"Haa... Yeah. Thank you..."
Pull...
"Ha-eut..."
Suddenly, his fingers tugged her nipple before finally releasing her. Maybe loosening her chest muscles one last time before leaving? Anyway, she felt that sexual stimulation she'd briefly forgotten during class creeping back up.
"You worked hard today."
"Y-you too, Master..."
She bowed politely in return to his courteous bow. Her uniform top nearly off, letting both breasts hang down. After that, she grabbed her clothes from the locker room and headed to the shower.
"Mind if I use the shower?"
"Sure. I'll be in the office; take your time."
She wasn't heading straight home; she had plans with a friend. So she'd brought spare underwear just in case it got sweaty. Though the dojang was cooler than expected, and with the uniform top and bra off as he'd suggested, she might not even need a shower.
'Didn't do much, but still sweated a bit.'
Still, she had sweated some. Plenty of reason to shower. She'd noticed last time when she'd peeked around after being introduced—this dojang's shower was surprisingly clean. Plus, there was a proper space between the entrance and shower to change or store clothes. Convenient.
'A bit cramped... but this is fine.'
Not huge—only two showerheads—but no one would use it in groups anyway.
Rustle...
Jeong Ye-sol stripped. Uniform top, bottoms, and panties.
Squish...
"...Annoying."
Her face reddened as she took off her panties. Self-loathing crept back into her chest. The crotch was... slightly damp. From that last "massage." From feeling it like a perv. Her most precious place—her pussy—was a bit sticky.
"Haa..."
But she'd already shown her embarrassing side—what was the point of agonizing alone now? She sighed, set her clothes aside, and stepped in.
Splash...
Turning on the shower brought warm water right away. It soaked her body. Her perky breasts. The slim waist below without an ounce of fat. Hips widening naturally, a plump, firm ass. And between her Y-zone, shy light pubic hair and baby-soft pale pink, thick pussy lips.
For someone who hadn't exercised much, it was a fantastically blessed figure. But Jeong Ye-sol wasn't in the mood to admire her reflection.
"......"
Twitch, twitch...
The falling water stimulated her. Her already hard nipples, her body remembering his touch. She heated up more and more. Jeong Ye-sol bit her lip.
"This is seriously not okay. Crazy slut... Not even home, doing that here..."
She muttered to convince herself, but her face and body were growing hotter, redder. Suppressing the rising lewd urge was hard.
"......"
Her gaze drifted down. She stared at the small shower stool on the floor, then kicked it closer to the wall. Sat on it and spread her legs wide. Shower running, back against the cool bathroom wall...
Squeeze...
"Eut..."
One hand gripped her breast, pinching the nipple like he'd done. The other hand...
Squish...
"Hngut, nn...!"
Slid between her thick pussy lips, buried in soft flesh, toward her hole slick with sticky juices. A moan burst out, but the water noise would cover it. Jeong Ye-sol's fingers moved without hesitation.
Squish, squelch, squish...
"Eek... haa... ahn..."
Her slender fingers barely fitting into her tight hole, rubbing her clit—hard as her nipple—with her knuckles. Jeong Ye-sol comforted her slutty body, aroused by the Dojang Master's kindness.
"Hic... N-not even my type... hngut... b-body's... fine... ahn..."
Not her ideal type, no rational interest, yet why did his massage make her body react like this? No idea. But it had happened—her body heated by his hands. So she recalled his warm, large hands squeezing her breasts. His fingers roughly pinching her nipples.
Squelch... squish, squish, squish...!
"Ahk... ah, eut...... aaang...!"
Tormenting her breasts and pussy.
"Haaaaang...!"
Spurt...!
She climaxed in seconds. Alone, it took dozens of minutes; this was under five. Short, but way more intense.
"Haa, haa..."
Jeong Ye-sol savored the afterglow, several times better than usual. Once it calmed, she covered her face with both hands.
"Jeong Ye-sol, you psycho slut..."
Aroused by the Dojang Master's teaching hands, and not content—masturbating in the dojang shower. She couldn't believe it was her.
But...
'...It felt so good.'
The biggest pleasure of her life.