Chapter 17
Chapter 17
Chapter 17: Temptation in the Warehouse
A day passed, and it was Sunday.
Early morning.
"Why don't we break up first, my love~ The truth is, I'm not good enough for you~"
I belted out a ballad at the top of my lungs while taking a refreshing shower, then stepped out of my studio apartment feeling utterly refreshed in both body and mind. My destination was, of course, the dojang. It wasn't a day when Jeong Ye-sol or Ha Yu-na would be coming, so there wasn't much to do, but just breathing in the dojang put me in a good mood.
Just two months ago, the mere thought of the dojang had given me a headache, but now the situation was completely reversed.
'I'll give it a thorough cleaning when I get there... Sort the clothes and shoes by size. And I should wash the ones for Ha Yu-na to wear on Monday right away.'
Anything I did at the dojang was fun. Even cleaning felt enjoyable. That's why I did it almost every day. Late last night, the uniforms and shoes for the members had arrived by delivery, and the moment I saw them, blood rushed straight to my dick. Because I could vividly imagine how they'd look on the women. Especially after learning that if their training satisfaction went up, I could legally(?) shove my dick into their mouths and pussies. The corners of my mouth refused to come down.
'The toys are arriving on Tuesday. Wonder what'll come? Something good for using on Ha Yu-na would be nice.'
Dojang Points had been accumulating faster than expected. Even after ordering H Toys that cost 100 points, I still had 70 left. What kind of toys would they be? Whatever they were, I was sure they'd be fun, but this time, I hoped for powerful consumable types rather than tools or equipment. Partly because I wanted to feel the effects right away, and also because they'd be perfect for Ha Yu-na, whose training satisfaction was still at level 1, unlike Jeong Ye-sol, whose body I could now touch freely everywhere.
'A dildo might be too ordinary. But looking at the treadmill, maybe something like that... It'd be more fun if something innovative came.'
Either way, I was incredibly excited no matter what arrived. Spinning such fantasies, I reached the dojang in just two minutes.
"Whew, nothing beats having a short commute."
Moving into the studio right in front of the dojang had been the best decision ever, even in hindsight. Sure, the rent was a bit higher, but thinking of it as payment for this convenience made it feel like a bargain. I silently patted myself on the back for that choice while gazing fondly at the [Seonghyeon Self-Defense] sign gleaming brilliantly in the morning sunlight.
As I headed up to the dojang, my eyes happened to drift to the first floor. The cafe was open. Well, it usually opened around this time. There were hardly any customers, but the part... employee, I guess that's the right term... always diligently opened up. From passing by over the past year, it seemed like sales barely covered her salary, but it was probably Lee Da-mi's hobby, so it didn't matter. A hobby cafe in her husband's building. Life sure was easy for some.
"Should I grab a morning Americano?"
I turned and headed to the cafe. Lately, for some reason, Lee Da-mi had been coming to see me regularly and giving me free Americanos, but as a tenant, I should buy one myself sometimes.
Ding-dong.
"Welcome... Oh, hello, Dojang Master!"
"Hello. One iced Americano, please."
"Just a moment. I'll get it ready right away!"
"No rush."
"An Americano's quick~"
Her voice was full of energy, her smile bright. Around 160cm tall, with a slim figure and modestly sized breasts. Her ponytail swayed playfully as she bounced along.
Narae.
I didn't know her family name. I only knew Lee Da-mi called her Narae; we'd never formally introduced ourselves. We worked in the same building and saw each other often in passing, so we were familiar, that's all. Back when I first opened the dojang, I'd come buy drinks frequently. If only I'd been a bit more skilled at approaching women who weren't members, we might have gotten closer. Of course, that was a moot point since I lacked the courage to approach this cute, pretty employee that way.
"Here's your iced Americano!"
"Thanks. I'll pay by card..."
"No need. The manager said if you came by, just give it to you."
"Whoa, really?"
"Yes~ She says the dojang's doing well these days. She often mentions how nice it is to see you working so hard."
"Haha... It's doing okay, I guess. I came to buy one because I felt bad always taking freebies, but this is..."
"An Americano doesn't even dent sales. If you want to boost revenue, how about a mango smoothie? It's super sweet and delicious!"
"Should I? Give me one of those too. Let me try the taste..."
"Eek?! I-I was joking... Want me to make one if you're curious? On the house, of course!"
"No, then there's no point..."
"Huh, you're right?"
She was just such a bright person. Listening to her lively chatter made me feel brighter too. Back when I had zero members, before the Dojang Raising system appeared, I didn't have the mental leeway to handle that kind of energy. That's why I hadn't come by much lately, but now I could smile and match her vibe, which secretly made me happy.
Anyway. Since it seemed like she'd give it for free anyway, I didn't take the smoothie.
"Thanks for the Americano. Keep up the good work."
"Sure thing! You too, Dojang Master!! Come visit often!!"
"Will do."
With that short exchange, I turned to leave. The cafe. Maybe I should drop by more often? Get closer to Narae, and it wouldn't hurt to treat members to cafe drinks as gifts. The old me wouldn't have even considered getting friendly with a woman, but thanks to the Dojang Raising system, I had a bit more confidence and ambition now. I should try inviting her for a free trial sometime. Someone like Narae would make a great member. She was so close by that I hadn't thought of her before, but no need to look far for prospective members.
I'll take it slow and easy. Pledging that to myself for the future, I left the cafe with a cold Americano in hand.
And right then. Perfectly timed.
Click!
"Oh my, Seong-hyeon?"
"Ah, Manager. You're early to... Whoa."
I ran into Lee Da-mi stepping out of her car. I swallowed hard at the same time. She'd come early today hoping to see me before her afternoon work, and we'd met right on cue. Her subtle flirtation and seductive smile were stunningly beautiful, but right now, I could barely take in her face.
She'd been wearing low-cut tops to subtly show off her cleavage whenever she visited lately. Today's top was similar: a white blouse shirt with the top buttons undone, revealing her cleavage. But the bottom was different from usual. Lee Da-mi, who usually wore pants, was in a skirt today. Not a long one, either—a short, tight H-line skirt that might flash her panties if she moved too much. Her porcelain white skin, voluptuous legs, perfect curves... Damn.
"......"
"Heh..."
Words failed me. I'd seen a woman's naked body up close through Jeong Ye-sol, but this was a different kind of sexiness. The combination of her figure and outfit was pure sex.
Click-clack, click-clack...
Thanks to that, even as she approached right in front of me, I couldn't tear my eyes away, but she didn't stop my blatant staring today either.
"Haven't worn a skirt in a while. Does it suit me?"
Instead, she strode toward me like a model, hand on her hip, striking a pose as if seeking my appraisal. In response, I slowly raised my gaze, taking in the cleavage between her shirt buttons once more. Finally, my eyes met hers, and she was smiling seductively.
"It suits you... incredibly well."
I let out an honest compliment from the heart.
"Hehe."
Lee Da-mi lifted the corners of her mouth into an even deeper smile.
"By the way, Seong-hyeon. You free right now?"
"Pardon? Oh, yeah... I-I've got time..."
"Then could you help me out for a bit?"
Somewhat out of the blue, she asked for my assistance.
This wasn't the first time Lee Da-mi had asked for my help. I'd occasionally helped her move heavy stuff in the cafe. In fact, she only called on me for things like that. Coming to visit with coffee was a recent development. So I figured it had been a while since she needed physical help and followed her obediently.
Click-clack, click-clack.
"......"
Whoa, that suit skirt with heels is insanely sexy! Her plump ass is driving me crazy! Screaming that inwardly, something I'd never say out loud.
Click.
We entered the cafe's storage room through the back door of the building. The ceiling was pretty high, and the shelves lining the walls were tall too—so much so that even I would need a ladder to reach the top. Only after entering the somewhat cramped, dimly lit storage room did Lee Da-mi explain.
"The weather's getting warmer these days. Summer's right around the corner."
"Yeah, it is."
"We use two blenders for smoothies in summer, but they just take up space afterward, so we store them here. It's a bit early compared to usual, but with daytime temps rising, I figured it's time to get them out."
"Ah."
From that, I guessed why she'd called me. Probably the blender was up high, and she wanted me to fetch it. But my assumption was way off.
Rattle.
Lee Da-mi pulled aside the stepladder next to her.
"Seong-hyeon, could you hold me steady?"
"...Pardon?"
"You see these heels I'm wearing? Make sure I don't fall."
With her high heels on, she placed one foot on the ladder's step and said that. She'd do it herself, but needed me to hold her.
"Uh, um... C-could I just get it for you..."
"You don't know which one, right? We have a bunch of types, so I need to check to see which we used."
Her reasoning sounded plausible but made no sense at all. I was at a loss. If this were the dojang and she were a member, I'd have touched her without hesitation. But this wasn't the dojang. Lee Da-mi wasn't my member. This was the real world.
So as I hesitated awkwardly,
"Here, hand."
Lee Da-mi grabbed my hand. And placed it on her body. Not on her waist.
Squeeze.
"......!!"
"Right here. Hold me tight. If I fall, I'll raise your rent tenfold?"
On the graceful curve of her hips. My body stiffened. The edge of her ass brushed my palm. I couldn't grip firmly, just let it rest lightly. Having forced me to hold her body like that, she began climbing the stepladder step by step.
Step... step...
Naturally, it was incredibly unstable. With heels on, she looked ready to topple any second. So, because of that. I had no choice. She might get hurt otherwise.
"B-be careful."
Grip!
I put more strength into my hands. I grabbed Lee Da-mi's hips firmly with both hands. The soft flesh of her ass pressed against my palms, sending waves of happiness through me.
"...Hmhm."
Feeling the strength in my grip, she glanced back at me with a strange smile. Her eyes were seductively fox-like. Then she climbed higher. Step by step, to the very top. Until her firm ass, visible even through the tight H-line skirt, was right at eye level.
"Hmm~ Where'd I put it~?"
From that height, Lee Da-mi murmured to herself as she scanned the shelves. Meanwhile, I fixed my gaze on her ass directly in front of me. I couldn't look away. That big, plush ass just a step away, thighs that looked impossibly soft, the perfume wafting from her—it was pure art. I was rock hard, no question. Lost in a daze, forgetting to breathe, thinking only, 'I wanna bury my face in it.'
"Was it in the bottom shelf~?"
Her voice laced with amusement, Lee Da-mi moved. Not descending a step. Still high up, she just bent at the waist. Her ass naturally drew closer to me. From one step away to half a step, her ass was mesmerizing, but that wasn't the point right now.
Because.
Slide...
The tight, short skirt, starting from waist height, rode up with her movement. And since she was already way up high. Of course, I could see it.
The end of the voluptuous flesh trailing from her thighs. And.
'R-red...'
The fiery red lace panties that ragged my breath. The silhouette of her most precious place, barely covered by that silken scrap. The sultry married woman's crotch between her thighs.
Throb!
It was all too visible, driving me insane.