Chapter 14
Chapter 14
Chapter 14: I'll Teach You Self-Defense Techniques
After Ha Yu-na left, my adrenaline exploded at the feast of popup windows from the Dojang Raising program.
"This is it!!"
Perfect. Ha Yu-na registering and leveling up the dojang. Her education satisfaction hitting Stage 1 right away, probably because she liked my custom lesson. The locker room unlocking and more items available in the shop. Dojang points already piling up to 90. The money I'd made from the Dojang Raising program in just the past few weeks surpassing everything I'd earned running the place before.
Everything was great. And among it all, what made me happiest was...
"Fuck, Jeong Ye-sol at stage 3! Pussy!"
The fact that Jeong Ye-sol's education satisfaction had hit stage 3. I checked the details right away, and it was at 0 points in stage 3. Maybe she'd been reminiscing about our last lesson at home and something else clicked for her. It was the news I'd been anticipating and waiting for, wondering if it'd happen again like last time. And the newly unlocked area was perfect. There were only two spots left anyway, so 50% chance.
"Now, when Jeong Ye-sol comes this weekend..."
Thump thump.
My heart raced, and my dick burned. Just two days away, but even those felt endlessly far. I was so excited, nothing would stay in my hands.
But. Still, I had things to do.
"Jeong Ye-sol isn't the only member."
Today's visitor, Ha Yu-na, fit my conditions perfectly and was even prettier and cuter than I'd imagined. Three years older than Jeong Ye-sol, but her cuteness was on another level. That was fun. And there'd be even more members coming soon.
"I shouldn't just stock doboks. Gotta get all sorts of clothes too. A couple pairs of beginner running shoes in different sizes..."
The reward money was already in the thousands. In less than a month. No shortage of cash ahead, so like I'd decided from the start, no skimping on investments.
"Oh yeah, it's almost a week. Did the internet ad flop? A new quest popped up anyway, so I'll clear this one and try again... Ah, the shop!"
Something new added to the Point Shop, right? I quickly opened the shop page.
[ Point Shop ] - Dojang Points: 90
o Sales List
- Free Trial Invitation (N, 5 uses) - 10p
- Internet Ad Exposure (N) - 100p
- Exercise Equipment - 50p
- H Toys - 100p
- ???
- ???
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" [H Toys] has been added to the Point Shop."
"Purchasing this will randomly deliver one of various items for playing naughty pranks on members."
"Items come in four types: [Tools], [Devices], [Consumables], [Foods]."
"[Tools] and [Devices] can be used permanently but have relatively weaker effects, while [Consumables] and [Foods] have usage limits but pack powerful effects."
The straightforward name "H Toys" and the help text had me thinking one thing right away. Holy shit, it sounds fucking hot just from the description. But.
"100 points... Damn, that's pricey. Twice as much as the exercise equipment that brought a multi-million-won treadmill. Really wanna buy it though..."
It took a ton of points. But that didn't kill my urge to buy. Items for naughty pranks on members? How could I not buy this? The random gacha vibe of not knowing what you'd get was exciting too. The exercise equipment had given me a little dopamine hit for the same reason, but this was driving me insane.
"No helping it. I'll grind quests and buy this first. Skip the recruitment ad for now."
Really no choice. The ad wasn't guaranteed to bring members—50/50 shot, could fail. Toys take priority.
"Can't buy right now anyway, so I'll mull it over later... Time for some shopping first."
I dove into online shopping, grinning like an idiot. A few weeks ago, this idle time and the quiet dojang vibe would've hurt my heart. Not anymore. Just like the program's name. This was my happy dojang.
Until the weekend, I searched online every single day. Thinking about dressing pretty girls in them made it endless. Not just workout clothes—I ordered cosplay-style stuff too, and kept adding furniture for dojang convenience. I thought I'd bought everything worth it during the last remodel, but with money to spare, the greed kept growing.
In the meantime. Nothing special happened at the dojang...
"Seong-hyeon, coffee?"
"Thanks. I'll enjoy it."
"Hehe, you've been savoring it so much lately, I keep bringing it over."
The day before yesterday, yesterday. Lee Da-mi came by. Coffee in hand. With that sultry eye smile. Always wearing tight knits or blouses that clung to her body, cleavage on display. On purpose?
So. I, who once dreamed of making her a member, used to avoid even glancing her way. Now I kept staring at her tits.
No, fuck. Impossible not to look. She sticks those massive jugs right next to me while talking! Just a slight eye movement and that deep cleavage is there! How the hell am I not supposed to look!!
So every time, I'd catch myself staring, and when Lee Da-mi stared back, I'd slyly look away.
"Hehe..."
But Lee Da-mi—this bombshell building owner's wife—clearly knew I was looking and just smiled. She'd even blatantly scan me head to toe in return. No clue. Why she was suddenly acting like this. Maybe working me up to raise the rent? But chatting ruled that out. Every time, we'd sip coffee and chat briefly.
"Well, gotta go. Keep up the good work."
"Ah, yeah! Thanks for the coffee!!"
Then she'd just leave, nothing more. So after puzzling over it till yesterday, today I gave up thinking. Simplifying it: good relations with the landlady? No downside. Free coffee was nice, and her visits were eye candy I secretly looked forward to. Hell, even if she raised the rent, I'd laugh and say okay.
'Must be the financial cushion. Feels relaxed.'
Not stressing over member numbers made my mind so free. Enough to keep the dojang running and cover living expenses, freeing me from petty worries. All thanks to the Dojang Raising program.
And now. That comfort was turning into...
Ding!
"Ye-sol, come on in."
"Hi."
The member bringing me happiness had arrived at the dojang today.
"Weather's a bit warmer today, right? I turned the heat down some—if it's too cold, let me know."
"Okay."
I made small talk following Jeong Ye-sol as she took off her shoes and came in. Today: black skinny jeans and a cropped gray knit. Top was a bit casual compared to last time, but the black skinnies hugging her hips and legs stole the show. I hadn't seen Jeong Ye-sol that much, but every time, her outfits were spot-on. Perfectly coordinated to her vibe.
Chatting idly, I followed behind her.
Click.
Naturally to the locker room. The moment I stepped in with her, Jeong Ye-sol glanced at me briefly.
"......"
But just for a second, and it didn't seem like she had anything to say about me joining her. Grinning inwardly, I boasted to her.
"Locker room got bigger, huh? Felt cramped, so I cleared out this row of lockers and added a bench. What do you think?"
Originally, lockers packed both sides tight. But they'd go unused anyway, so the day before yesterday, I had someone haul half away. Replaced with a long bench—perfect height for women to sit, easy for setting down clothes or bags.
Jeong Ye-sol's head turned smoothly. After scanning the changes,
"Much better. Honestly, it was cramped."
She looked satisfied.
"Keeping it like this for now—if you need anything else while using it, tell me anytime. I'll add it right away."
"Sure."
Rustle.
As she replied, Jeong Ye-sol took off her knit. Not minding me right there at all. Her snowy white back and black bra strap came into view, then the bra slipped off into her hands. Her pale tits peeked between her arms.
'Fucking hot.'
I wanted to hug her from behind right then, grope her tits under the guise of checking her condition. But today wasn't ending here. I held back, waiting for more.
Pop, ziiiip.
Buttons undone, zipper down—sounds rang in my ears.
Then.
Rustle...
Jeong Ye-sol took off her pants. Bending slightly, without a hint of hesitation. Thanks to that, right in front of me, straight ahead.
'Whoa, fuck...'
There it was. Her ass. Perfectly round like a full moon, creamy and firm skin straight out of a fantasy. The pure white panties delicately covering it were beautiful. And the most precious spot between her legs, hidden by those panties. That mound where the fabric dipped in just a bit.
Gulp.
Showed off an absolutely perfect cameltoe. The sight of this pretty girl standing defenseless in just panties, pussy outline on display, made my dick swell to bursting.
Jeong Ye-sol stowed her pants in the locker and turned. Then walked toward me. Tits jiggling with each step, soft pink nipples fully visible, even the front of her skimpy pussy-covering panties...
"......?"
She furrowed her brow slightly at my dazed look but kept coming without pause.
Plop.
Her destination was the bench behind me, though. She sat to take off her socks. I sat beside her like a bee to a flower, entranced. Right hand on her ass, left squeezing one tit.
"Eek... What the heck all of a sudden."
"...Your muscles feel tight. Lemme check real quick."
"This a massage too?"
"Ah, yeah. Kinda... It's a massage. Working out with tense muscles risks injury. I'm thrilled you're enjoying the self-defense lessons, but staying injury-free is priority one..."
"...Hmph."
"I'll check every nook and cranny from now on, whenever."
I'd spouted bullshit, but her reaction wasn't bad. Like last time, she took my crap explanations in stride. So I groped freely.
Squeeze... knead...
Fingers sank into her glutinous rice cake tits. Heavenly enough to fondle forever. Flicking her still-soft nipples with my fingers,
"Mm..."
Cracks formed in cold Jeong Ye-sol's facade. A pitiful moan leaked from her lips. Her nipples hardened instantly. Feeling it, I gently pinched the stiff bud between thumb and forefinger.
"Ahh...!"
Her whole body twitched, moan bursting out uncontrollably. Face flushing with shame at her own voice, but after last time's gaslighting that it's natural, she didn't push me away. She just quietly. Accepted my hands kneading her body.
'Appetizer ends here.'
Heavenly soft tits, but today they were just the opener. My hand slid lower.
Stroke.
Bonus smooth belly rub on the way down. Then. Passing the white panty waistband, first to her inner thigh. Super close to her panties, crotch—that deep thigh I'd never touched.
Squeeze...
"Haah..."
Amazing.
'This is insane too.'
As soft as her tits. Pressing gently like a perv brought needy breaths as BGM. And my eyes saw it. Jeong Ye-sol's tits, nipples. Even harder now. Her body heating up more.
Savoring that visual stimulation at 200%, I moved on. Slowly. But without pause now that I was getting used to her body. The plump mound protruding blatantly even over her panties.
Squeeze...
I crushed it with my hand.
"Heek...! Th-there... Nng...!"
Cute squeak exploded.
Grip...!
Startled by the crotch stimulation, her body curled, firm thighs clamping down on my hand. My pants bulging at her adorable reaction, I just enjoyed. The lively smooth panty texture. The softness of her pussy mound under my fingers. The warm heat from her deepest, most precious spot.
Finally. The slight dampness.
Squish...
Wetting the center of her panties.