Chapter 18
Chapter 18
Chapter 18: Irresistible Invitation
At that moment, to me...
The fact that the woman right in front of me was married barely registered. What hit me first was that she was a stunning beauty with a killer figure—breasts and an ass that got me rock hard every single time I laid eyes on them. And the way that woman was flashing me her sexy red panties from under her short skirt, revealing the soft flesh of her inner thighs, the mound of her pussy...
My head felt like it was going to explode from the arousal. And right then...
"Sorry about this, Seong-hyeon. I just can't see a thing here?"
I had a feeling I knew what was up. Why Lee Da-mi had been coming around, why she'd slyly hooked her arm in mine or blatantly flashed her cleavage, why she never stopped me even when I stared right through her. Sure, I still didn't get the root cause, but her intentions? Crystal clear.
"...It's fine. Take your time looking. I'll... keep holding you steady."
Grip...!
With my suspicions turning to certainty... I slid my hand from her hip closer to her ass, squeezing the soft flesh hard enough to bunch up her skirt. And sure enough...
"Ahng... Hehe, is it because you have such a great body and strong hands, Seong-hyeon? Feels reassuring having you hold me from below like this."
Even with my blatant groping, Da-mi just let out a weird little moan and laughed it off. She had to know her deep inner thighs and crotch were on full display, panties and all. Even as I shifted my grip pointlessly toward her ass... She just smiled and said it made her feel safe.
Like I'd nailed it.
Smile.
She glanced back over her shoulder, hitting me with the deepest, most sultry bedroom eyes yet.
Gulp.
My throat went dry. I swallowed hard. Even I could see it now. This wasn't just flirting—she was straight-up seducing me.
But the why? No clue. Why would Da-mi be coming on to me like this? I wondered if she was some kind of black widow like you read about online, but a married woman rich enough to play cafe owner for fun? No motive there.
So maybe... Like in those taptoon adult comics, she was just a bored housewife craving a quick fling with a guy in good shape? That fantasy—and hope—stirred up my mind. I couldn't figure out why now, after never acting this way before, and yeah, it felt a bit too far-fetched.
But nothing else made sense. I wasn't some jacked gym freak, but years of steady training on a naturally solid frame meant I had broad shoulders, defined abs, and a pretty decent build overall. Just never had anyone to show it off to.
And if that really was her reason...
"Ah, found it."
I knew fooling around with a married woman was flat-out wrong. I'd never even fantasized about it. But as a guy? I couldn't help getting excited. If this alluring housewife with her long straight hair and pretty deep green locks was into me like that, there's no way I'd turn her down...
Thud...!
"Eek... Kyaa!"
"Manager!!"
Da-mi, who'd pulled out a box and was checking it over, suddenly lost her balance. She screamed as she toppled. I was holding her, but honestly, at some point it had turned from supporting to more like lightly kneading her ass. I quickly spread my arms and caught her as she fell toward me.
Crash! Bang!
The box she'd taken out hit the floor with a loud thud.
Squeeze.
And her body landed right in my arms. A incredibly soft, fragrant woman's body nestled perfectly against me.
"Th-thank you. Whew... That scared me..."
Even Da-mi hadn't meant for this—her voice trembled as she thanked me, but then she trailed off, like she'd noticed something. I couldn't get a word out either. Her slim waist was wrapped in my left arm. That was nothing. My right arm...
"......"
Was buried in Da-mi's breasts. With just her thin shirt in the way, I could feel them squishing against my arm. And my hand...
Squish.
Was gripping one of Da-mi's massive tits—so big it overflowed my hand, insanely soft. Crushing her shirt, bra, and breast all at once in my fist. Not on purpose—just caught her in the heat of the moment without thinking.
And on top of that... My cock, already standing tall to the heavens...
Press...!
Poked right between her ass cheeks. She was tall to begin with, plus those high heels, so the height lined up perfectly. Just like that. In the dim, cramped storage room, holding her soft body close, breathing in the amazing scent from her hair... I froze, unable to move.
Rub.
"......!!"
Da-mi subtly ground her ass against me. And then...
"Hng... Seong-hyeon."
"...Y-yes?"
"You like my tits that much? No sign of letting go."
"...S-s-s-sorry!"
Her words made me shove her away in a panic. I knew from her tone she wasn't blaming me, but right then, I couldn't think straight. Now a step back, looking at Da-mi...
"Sorry my ass. Thanks for catching me—you saved me there. Good call bringing you along."
She was still smiling. Just... her face was flushed red. Even her eyes seemed to glow with a reddish heat.
Step, step.
Da-mi straightened her posture. Her slutty outfit didn't leave much to adjust anyway. Then she stepped half a pace closer to me.
"Seong-hyeon."
"Y-yes, Manager."
"You know, now that I think about it, it's been ages since we really caught up. And you saved my skin today... Kinda sad we haven't grabbed a meal together yet?"
"Y-yeah..."
Might've been my imagination, but her face looked overflowing with excitement—like huge waves of it. Just like me when I was groping Ye-sol's body.
"Got any free time next week? Dinner."
"Dinner... w-well, I'm free anytime..."
"Oh, really? Then... yeah. How's Wednesday night? My treat—something delicious."
"S-sure. Yeah, Wednesday works. Sounds great."
"Hehe, it's a date. Your place is close, right? Around 7... no, make it 9 at the front."
I barely swallowed the dumb question of whether 9 was too late for dinner.
"...Yes. I'll be waiting at the dojang."
And as I carefully accepted, realizing full well what calling me at that hour meant... Da-mi gave a lovely smile. Beautiful and seductive enough to pull me in, even knowing how dangerous it was.
After that, Da-mi picked up the fallen smoothie box from the floor. I said cautiously,
"Isn't that broken now?"
"Oh, this? Hmm..."
She made a thoughtful gesture for a second. Then...
Thwack!
She chucked it into a big trash bin in the corner of the storage room. Just tossed away the thing we'd gone to all that trouble to find, then flashed a bright smile—totally different vibe—and said,
"I'll just buy a new one. Looking at it again, the design sucks anyway. Gotta replace the ones at the cafe too."
Like smoothies were the last thing on her mind from the start.
After setting up our secret rendezvous(?), Da-mi headed out for some afternoon business, and I went back to the dojang. I tackled the tasks I'd planned for the day, but even as I kept my body busy, my mind was a total mess.
"No matter how I look at it... nah, is it really?"
Da-mi's recent behavior toward me. What happened today. The late 9 p.m. dinner date. It all pointed to one thing. Affair. Or cheating. Not morally right, obviously, but as someone already deep into the Dojang Raising system, I brushed that aside. Once I did, all that was left was pure excitement and horniness.
"Sex with Da-mi... for real?"
It sure felt that way, but it didn't seem real. No system boost or anything—why would a stunner like her suddenly come on to me? No grasp on the core reason. She had a perfect body and looks that could rival celebrities or models, and from what I knew, she'd gone to a top university. Plus, married or not, our age gap wasn't huge. Her husband the building owner was quite a bit older, sure.
A woman in her prime might have those thoughts, but why me? Plenty of guys hotter or buffer than me out there. Really, truly no idea.
But...
"No reason to say no."
If that's what she wanted from me? Hell yes. No girlfriend anyway. Even if I did, I'd probably cave to that seduction.
So...
"Gotta get a haircut later. Figure out what to wear. Maybe some decent underwear too..."
In the end, I got all hyped up planning my grooming. For my meetup with Da-mi.
And the next day. Monday.
Ding!
"H-hi, hello!"
"Hey, Yu-na."
Ha Yu-na showed up right on time. Jeans, t-shirt, cardigan. Cute and casual. I greeted her with a warm smile.
"Pretty hot out there, huh? Want a drink?"
"N-no thanks. I live close..."
She slipped in today all shy like a little herbivore, but a tad less scared than last time.
"Straight to the locker room then. I prepped workout clothes and running shoes for you."
"Thank you..."
"No biggie. It's the least I can do."
I walked Yu-na to the locker room side by side. Still no reaction to me tagging along. On the bench sat the workout set and shoes I'd set out. Clothes were washed; shoes had laces adjusted for two sizes.
"Wow..."
She knew these were hers, peeking and letting out a soft gasp of admiration. Then she started stripping without hesitation.
Rustle, slip.
Cardigan, t-shirt, socks, jeans. Me standing right behind her, and not a moment's pause. She bared her snow-white skin and underwear.
Black sports undies covered the key spots over her porcelain skin. Her small tits and petite ass were adorable. Hell, her whole self—head, hands, feet—was just cute. Way different vibe from Ye-sol's lingerie look. But a pretty girl's undies? No matter the body or style, always a sight—and a turn-on. I drank it in as I stepped closer.
"Yu-na, mind if I...?"
"Huh?"
Grip!
"Eeeek...!"
I boldly grabbed her little ass, smooth panties and all, drawing a cute squeal. But trusting the Dojang Raising system, I kept kneading without a care. So small. Yet perfectly bouncy for an early-20s girl, skin silky soft, and that handful size? A fresh thrill. The total opposite of Da-mi's ass from yesterday.
"Eep... Ng..."
Twitch.
She braced against a locker, body quivering under my touch. I slid down to her squishy thighs and gave those a good rub too. Then casually,
"Way too soft all over. Let's work on building some bounce here starting today."
"I-I'll do my best..."
"Good. Try on the clothes first?"
I handed over the outfit, ending the brief fun. Yu-na, face a bit pink, took them and dressed. Once she had the running shoes on too, she twisted and turned, testing.
"How's the fit? I have sizes—tell me straight. A little room at the toe is perfect."
"Super light... I love it. Feels just right."
"Different from regular sneakers, right?"
"Y-yeah... So light! Cushy too... A-and the workout clothes..."
"Nice and breezy?"
"Yes... Kinda embarrassing with my belly showing..."
"Just you and me here, so don't sweat the small stuff."
"R-right... Thanks. I'll work hard."
No wonder people splurge on good running shoes. That otherworldly lightness and cushion? First-timers get hooked just putting them on—motivation surges.
Bounce, bounce!
Yu-na must've felt it too—beaming, she hopped in place all excited. Sports socks and crisp white running shoes on her feet. Black short leggings like hot pants length on bottom. Crop top baring shoulders, armpits, and midriff up top. Her jet-black ponytail tied back to keep it out of the way.
She was so into it, it made even onlookers feel upbeat...
Ha Yu-na's Training Satisfaction has reached Level 2.
You gain 20 Dojang Points as a reward.
One random touch area is unlocked.
[ Mouth ] has been unlocked.
[ Mouth ] applies to interactions between members and the Dojang Master.
Touch via [ Mouth ] is now possible.
Unlocking [ Mouth ] infuses Dojang Master Joo Seong-hyeon's saliva with sweetness and mild arousal effects.
"????"
Why pop up the hologram now? Knows I'm not at the computer—being considerate...? Nah, that's not the point. Level 2? For what? No way... the running shoes I got her were that great?
Yeah, packed with my ulterior motives, but objectively comfy, cool clothes boosted her mood? For real?
"Um... Dojang Master. When do we start...?"
Fidgety, but no stammering. A girl who'd never worked out begging to hit the treadmill? That sealed it.
Yup, that's it!