Chapter 15
Chapter 15
Chapter 15: Train Pervert Countermeasures
Jeong Ye-sol knew it. She knew it from the moment Joo Seong-hyeon's hand caressed her breast. That was when the signs had started. During the Dojang Master's considerate massage to loosen her muscles, her nipples had perked up hard, and her body had gotten aroused. That her pussy had gotten a little... wet.
She knew it all too well. It was embarrassing, mortifying even. But Jeong Ye-sol accepted his touch. Partly because she knew he wasn't doing it out of lust, but simply as the Dojang Master giving her a massage.
"If you exercise with tense muscles, you could get hurt. I'm thrilled that you're learning self-defense techniques with such enthusiasm, but staying injury-free is the top priority..."
His words touched her heart—not just rushing through lessons, but genuinely caring about a member's physical condition. She hadn't had any issues so far while training, but there was no guarantee it would stay that way forever. So she was grateful for his kindness. It had been there from day one, and even though this was only their third session, he seemed like an even better person each time.
His thoughtful demeanor, so at odds with his rough looks, was starting to gently melt her icy heart. To the point where she thought she might want to get a little closer to him—not just as Dojang Master and student, but as people.
'Anyway, I've got time to kill until my appointment after this... Maybe chat a bit... Ah...!'
But still. This was too stimulating. The moment his rough hand covered her over her panties... the moment his fingers pressed lightly against her most precious spot, even through the fabric.
"Eek...! Th-there... Nng...!"
She couldn't hold back the embarrassing sound. A voice she'd never let a guy, or even her girlfriends or family hear in her life, slipped out helplessly under this Dojang Master's massage.
'He said it's... normal...'
Jeong Ye-sol had no choice but to believe Joo Seong-hyeon. Because honestly, his massage felt way too good. If it felt this amazing for her, any other woman would get aroused and moan just like she was. A few days ago, this touch had even made her wish Saturday would come sooner.
Her panties getting soaked, her arousal juices seeping out onto his hand—it was still embarrassing. But he was the Dojang Master. It was only natural. Yeah. Totally natural. For Joo Seong-hyeon's hand...
Smooth... Squish...!
"Haang...!"
To slip straight into her panties in one go, from her sparse pubic hair to her clit. Then to her plump labia and the hole nestled inside.
Squish...
Even touching directly the small woman's hole that kept gushing arousal fluid without pause.
"Hic...! W-wait... Hnng... Hauk..."
Under his warm touch, the pleasure spreading through her like electricity, making her pant—it was unavoidable, natural.
"...Ye-sol."
"Haa... Wh-what...?"
"How about from today, you train without panties? You might sweat... and if you feel good like now, it could get... wet with all sorts of things."
Squish...!
"Hnng... Ahng..."
"Plus, women's underwear is a hassle to wash... Dojang uniforms can just be rinsed roughly even if they get wet. Right?"
It was all perfectly logical. But her moans kept leaking out, so in the end, she just nodded faintly in agreement. At that moment, his hand slipped out from her panties.
'Ah...'
Embarrassing as it was, she felt a pang of regret as his pleasurable hand left her. But before she could dwell on it, Joo Seong-hyeon stood, knelt in front of her, and grasped both sides of her panty strings, slowly pulling them down.
'This is so humiliating... Why is he so unnecessarily nice... Annoying...'
She thought that inwardly, but since she'd already taken a liking to the Dojang Master's character, she saw even this as consideration and kindness. So she lifted her hips slightly to help him slide her panties off easily. Thanks to that, the panties smoothly glided down her legs without a hitch.
Squelch...
As the pure white panties were peeled away, Jeong Ye-sol's pussy—never seen by any man—gradually came into view. Sparse black pubic hair. The slit of her pussy extending from there. Right below, her clit asserting its presence like a tiny bean. Plump labia majora, tinged pink and shyly closed. All of it revealed right in front of Joo Seong-hyeon's nose.
And even...
'Ugh...'
A sticky thread of arousal connecting her pussy to her panties, enough to make Jeong Ye-sol blush and avert her eyes. Everything, exposed raw and unfiltered. Jeong Ye-sol was mortified.
'...Feels refreshing.'
But on the other hand, she felt a cool thrill. Exposed to the air, not a stitch on in a place that wasn't home—her breasts and pussy bare. It even felt liberating somehow.
To her, like that.
Smooth... Squish...!
"Hauk...!"
Joo Seong-hyeon's hand approached again. Even bolder than before.
I'm insane. That's the only word for it. When I slipped my hand into her panties and touched Jeong Ye-sol's pussy. The slightly coarse feel of her pubic hair, the world's softest labia majora for sure, her firm clit, the sticky arousal coating my fingers, the steamy heat filling her panties. And her tiny pussy hole, so tight I wondered if even a finger would fit, let alone a cock.
The college beauty's pussy right in my palm, being fondled like that—it was insane. Then, when I took off her panties. The woman's privates unfolding before me for the first time in real life. Her clit perked up from my touch, her wet pussy, her clenched labia. It was lewd, sexy, beautiful.
'I want to suck it...'
The urge to suck it filled my head. But I felt like I shouldn't. The 'mouth' area still locked. My guess was that it unlocked with the member's mouth, and simultaneously with mine. Touching like this and using mouth and tongue to suck were totally different categories. It felt that way somehow, so I held back from burying my face and sucking her pussy noisily.
But everything else? No need to hold back. I placed my hand back on her pussy.
Squish...!
"Hauk...!"
I spread her clenched labia with my fingers, parting her arousal to poke at her winking pussy hole again.
Squelch... Squish...
"Ang... Heek...!"
This hot heat emanating from her pussy, the womanly scent stinging my nose, the sticky texture on my hand. The sweet moans in my ears. This pretty girl's body in my eyes. What could compare? This was the world's happiest playtime.
I dove in deep.
Knead...
"Ah... S-stop..."
I kneaded her labia with my fingers.
Squeeze...
"AhEEK...!"
Pulled at her nipple like pinching, then gently at her clit.
Smooth...
"Unng..."
Even her inner thighs where they folded, her lower belly. Not even knowing myself what I wanted to touch more, I groped everywhere wildly. Forcing apart her legs that kept clenching and shrinking, I fondled away.
Then, glancing at Jeong Ye-sol's face.
"Haa, haa... Haaah..."
Her flushed face panting excitedly. And yet, her brows slightly furrowed, like she was wanting more. I raised my left hand up.
Grip...!
I grabbed her breast. At the same time, thumb and index pinching and pulling her stiff nipple...
Streeetch...!
".........!! Eek...!!
Squirt...!
Jeong Ye-sol's twitching body went rigid. Her pussy juice squirted onto my dobok. Her body, swept in pleasure, trembled pitifully.
Watching her, I... Still gripping her breast, fondling her sopping pussy...
"...Haha."
Just laughed. A happy smile spread across my face.
After basking in pleasure and afterglow for a while, Jeong Ye-sol spotted the juice on my dobok and apologized, face beet red.
"...S-sorry... about that."
Like she was truly sorry for dirtying me. Of course, she had zero reason to apologize. It was a reward.
"No need to apologize. I don't mind at all. If anything, I'm thrilled your body and muscles feel refreshed."
"......Yeah."
She looked a bit touched. Anyway, after that, Jeong Ye-sol went to the shower room to wipe down briefly, and I headed straight to the bathroom. I relieved my aching lower half.
Only then... Could Ye-sol and I face each other in the dojang again. Naturally.
"I'm ready."
"You look great in the dobok. No panties, right?"
"Yes."
Her top loose, breasts fully visible through the gap. And below, no panties, just the dobok pants—didn't show, but I knew. I nodded in satisfaction and started with the leg splits and flexibility exercises like last time. Essential stuff, after all. Though I groped here and there during it.
Then we began today's lesson.
"Today, I'll teach you how to deal with perverts you often see on the subway."
"Perverts?"
"You hear about those guys who sneakily grope in crowds, right?"
"Teaching me how to break those bastards' arms?"
"Mess up the force control and it might actually break? Think of it as an application of wrist locks."
"Hng... Hitting pressure points like you taught last time works too, right?"
"Simple and effective, yeah. Honestly, the best is mustering courage and yelling 'Pervert here!' But this is for empty cars or when you're pissed and want to smash them once. And... um..."
"What?"
"Normally using hands directly can lead to complaints, but women get leeway for overreacting—people side with you. So with those scum, just wreck them."
"Hmph. As long as it's not false accusation, they're fine to kill."
"...Right?"
"Good enough."
Truth be told, I felt a twinge of self-loathing—am I any different? But glancing at her breasts and peeking areola wiped those thoughts clean. Her speech feels looser now? More friendly, maybe... Not just short answers, conversations stretching longer. A welcome change for me.
"First, let's reenact the situation. Ye-sol, think about how you'd respond? Don't actually move."
"Okay."
"Over to the wall mirror. Pretend that's the subway door."
I stood with Jeong Ye-sol in front of the full-wall mirror. Her facing the mirror, me pressed behind. Her cool face and breasts through the dobok gap reflected. Eye candy. Gazing at her tempting skin, I moved my hand. Just like a real pervert testing slyly.
...Smooth.
Brushed her ass with the back of my hand.
Twitch!
Her body jolted slightly. Even in real life, she wouldn't suspect pervert right away. Crowded train or not, easy to brush passing by. But if it escalates, palm covering one cheek.
Knead...
Thus kneading her plump woman's ass over the pants.
"......"
Her eyes sharpened. Simulating counters as instructed. Watching her reaction, I got bolder. Kneaded her ass a few more times.
Slide...!
"......!!"
Knead...!
Slipped my hand into her dobok pants, kneading her bare ass—no panties. Grabbing handfuls of soft flesh, her face flushed with clear panic. Didn't expect this far...? But not the end.
I moved my other hand.
Shlick!
Pulled down her dobok pants. Elastic waist, yanked smooth to her ankles.
"Ah...!"
Her voice full of shock. Top hiked up loose for cleavage, so pants off left her lower half exposed. Thus, reflected in the mirror.
Her milky-skinned lower body and pretty legs. Between her precious Y-line, her pussy shyly closed. Even the sparse pubic hair adding to the allure. All of it.