Chapter 22
Chapter 22
Chapter 22: I'll Teach You Self-Defense Techniques
Today.
Jeong Ye-sol's sudden request for a massage wasn't for any special reason. She just wanted one from the Dojang Master. His massages felt so good that she'd climaxed multiple times during Saturday's session at the dojang. It was a separate skill from his martial arts expertise, and objectively speaking, his technique was outstanding.
Because of that. That massage, which gave her more intense pleasure than masturbating at home. On Sunday. On Monday. And today, Tuesday, it kept coming back to her even during class.
"...Haa."
Squish.
Just thinking about it made her pussy subtly wet. She kept recalling the Dojang Master's large, warm hands massaging her breasts and pussy. That led her to a serious question.
'It's weird. His massages are good, sure...'
It was true that the massages felt amazing, but it was strange how they kept popping into her head even when she wasn't getting one, heating up her body. There had to be another reason. Of course, the Dojang Master had said other members reacted the same way, and since it was that pleasurable, she had no reason to doubt him. Still, she thought she was reacting more intensely than others. Not just because her pussy kept getting wet now from the memories, but because during the massage itself, her pants had been soaked through in the most ridiculous way.
Jeong Ye-sol found a clue to why she got so perversely aroused in a story she'd recently heard from a friend. A private conversation between just the two of them in her room, the kind of intimate girl talk women share.
"Oh my god, oh my god! Hey, Jeong Ye-sol!! I'm going on a date with my boyfriend today, and it's insane!"
"What is it? If it's nothing, I'm kicking you out."
"We were holding hands walking around... Kyaa! My panties got wet!"
"...You crazy bitch?"
"No!! Remember what Jenny unnie said last time? Getting wet means you're in the flirting stage! Now I get what she meant!"
"Isn't that just because you're a perv? Suits you, Lee Se-hee. You've been obsessed with sex since high school."
"Hey! It's normal to think about sex when you have a boyfriend, right?! You'll get it when you date someone!"
"Whatever. If you set up another blind date without asking, I'm seriously not letting it slide this time. So, did you go to a motel? How was your first time? Did it hurt a lot?"
"We've only been dating a few days—why would we go to a motel already! Look at you, Jeong Ye-sol, with your dirty mind!"
She learned that when you have someone you like and love, you can get wet just from holding hands, even without sticky intimacy. She'd heard such stories from high school seniors and friends. It didn't make sense to her at the time, but since everyone around her said so, she figured that was how it worked.
Now, she was experiencing something similar.
'He didn't exactly hold my hand...'
A massage involved kneading her body all over, so she could concede that. But getting wet just from thinking about it was a problem. She just couldn't understand it.
'His face isn't even my type. And I've only seen him a few times.'
She'd never deeply analyzed her tastes in men, but she could confidently say she hadn't fallen for the Dojang Master at first sight. Of course, that didn't mean there was nothing appealing about him at all.
'His body is nice, though. It'd be great if my future boyfriend was like that.'
His build was solid from consistent training, and the subtle hints of muscle were pretty hot. Plus.
'He's kind, too. Just seems like a good guy.'
The Dojang Master was incredibly kind and considerate. He was thoughtful in many ways, and even when she'd soaked her pussy that first time, he'd tried to cover for her so she wouldn't feel too embarrassed. Personally, she preferred kind, gentle guys over bad boys. Part of that was because of her idiot brother. The equation [Jeong Han-sol (big bro) = pathetic trash = bad guy] was firmly established in her mind.
And the fact that he loved kids and opened the dojang to give them a place to play was a big plus. She'd never even wanted a boyfriend before, but she vaguely thought she'd like to marry and have kids someday. Plus, he'd changed the dojang's style midway when things weren't going well, and he was maintaining it decently while attracting members, so he seemed to have some business sense. She didn't know if he made a ton of money, but he probably handled his own living expenses just fine.
'Overall, that's pretty decent... Tch, what am I even thinking.'
As she thought about the Dojang Master, Jeong Ye-sol realized she was seriously considering him as boyfriend material. Her head felt complicated. And amid that, memories of his massages kept surfacing.
Squish...
Her pussy itched. Her panties were steadily getting wetter. Jeong Ye-sol bit her lip. She never imagined she'd end up like this—the one who'd called her friend a crazy bitch. She wanted to soothe her heated body. But Jeong Ye-sol knew.
'Even if I masturbate at home...'
That no matter how much she tormented her breasts and fingered her pussy at home, it wouldn't compare to what she'd felt from the Dojang Master's massage. She knew because she'd tried futile masturbation yesterday and the day before.
That's why.
"Ye-sol-ah! You're eating campus food again today, right? Let's go together."
"...I'll make a quick call first."
"Okay~ I'll wait up front."
She called the Dojang Master and booked a massage instead of self-defense lessons.
"Haha, of course it's fine. Massages are a free service I offer to members whenever you want, so come by anytime."
From the way he said it, he probably would've done it for free even if she'd asked for a lesson, but with the already discounted enrollment fee from the event, that would've been too shameless. Pulling stunts like that wasn't her style. She didn't want to come across as that kind of woman.
'If I stop by home after class, change my underwear and clothes... Going all sloppy would be rude. No need to dress up or anything.'
With that thought, Jeong Ye-sol told herself. She was just going to get a massage from a skilled Dojang Master. There was absolutely no other reason for stopping by home to change on the way to the nearby dojang.
I led Jeong Ye-sol to the mat laid out in the dojang and had her lie down. Her beautiful body lying there defenselessly was like a perfectly prepared feast.
"Ye-sol-ssi. Could you spread your legs a little?"
"Haa, haa..."
Nod.
Her breathing hadn't settled yet. With flushed cheeks, she just nodded lightly. And slowly spread her legs.
Squiiish... drip...
The twenty-year-old college girl spread her legs herself, revealing her pussy sticky with arousal fluid. Just like last time, her sparse pubic hair stood out. Her clitoris stood out. Her slightly parted outer labia, her pussy mound stood out. Her shyly closed red inner flesh stood out. The glimpse of her pink asshole stood out. The honey-like clear fluid soaking her entire pussy, dripping from her hole down to her asshole—it was insanely erotic.
"......"
I leaned in as if entranced, grabbing her plump thighs with both hands. The scent grew stronger. The thick, feminine aroma numbed my nose and brain. Just as my mouth neared her appetizing pussy lips.
Smack!
Jeong Ye-sol's legs twitched, and her hand grabbed my forehead, blocking further approach. Glancing up, her face beet red, she stammered.
"W-Wai... M-Master... You're not going to use your mouth there too...?"
"Of course. I did your upper body with my mouth earlier, right?"
"Th-That's... N-Now's a bit... Just wait... I-I'll go shower..."
"Ye-sol-ssi."
To the flustered, stuttering girl, I gave her a bright smile from the depths of my heart.
"Don't worry about it."
Don't worry. No matter what our Ye-sol-ssi says, I'm going to eat her pussy right now.
"H-How can I not wor... Hiiik...!!!"
"Slurrrp...!"
Squish...!
I ignored her completely. I buried my face straight into Jeong Ye-sol's pussy. I pressed my lips to it. Centering on her clitoris, I sucked up the sticky fluid along with her flesh. Her light bush tickled my nose, her slick clit touched my tongue, her moist, soft pussy lips met my mouth.
"Slurp... gulp... smack, suck... slurrrp..."
"N-No... Hnngh...!! D-Don't suck th-that... Hiya! Ah, haang...!"
The fluid filling her pussy was pure sweet honey. Sweeter than any drink in the world.
Squeeze...!
Her thighs pressing hard against my head, as if trying to push me away, only felt good. That pressure, the feel of her thigh skin against my ears, set me even more ablaze. This time, I took her plump pussy lips into my mouth.
"Mmm... chup... lick..."
"Stop... hauk... please... L-Let me shower... ahk...!"
The flesh in my mouth was chewy. Licking it with my tongue felt like devouring rice cakes. Songpyeon rice cakes, specifically? If the upper one was bean songpyeon, this was honey songpyeon. I love both, no discrimination. I savored it with my lips, then stretched my tongue long to lick between her pussy lips.
"Lick... lick... gulp... lick!"
"Hn... R-Really... ahng... ah..."
The moans from above sounded a bit cuter somehow. Pressing my tongue into the center of her firm inner labia felt great as the soft pussy flesh yielded gently. Honey poured endlessly from her winking hole—no matter how much I drank, it didn't stop. Even better. Hydration is crucial.
With my nose buried deep, refusing to pull away from Jeong Ye-sol's pussy.
'Position's not great.'
I realized I wanted to taste her 'inside,' but the angle wasn't right. Recalling porn I'd seen, I shifted. I rose from my crawling position on the floor. Then lifted her legs slightly and sat so my legs flanked her hips.
"Hauk... haa, hngk..."
As I did, tension drained from her body, her strength ebbing through our touching skin. Did she think it was over?
'Lucky Ye-sol-ssi is flexible.'
Seizing the moment, I hugged her pelvis and lifted her lower body. Positioning her legs over her upper body.
"Kyaaak!"
A cute scream rang out, but I ignored it. What mattered now. Was how everything from her asshole to her pussy, and between her thighs—her gravity-squished breasts, her tearfully flushed face—was lewdly exposed before me. Drinking in the sight, I stuck out my tongue. And thrust it in.
Squish... squelch...!
"R-Really, not this... oof...! T-Tongue inside..."
Her tight pussy hole clamped my tongue hard. But it yielded, allowing entry into her fluid-swirling depths.
"Liiiick... lick... slurp..."
"Hiiiiiing..."
Tremble tremble...
The vaginal walls I gently pressed with my tongue were as chewy as her inner labia. Pursing my lips to suck around her hole brought a huge moan and full-body shudders.
Squirt, spurt...!
Pussy juice splashed my face. Looking down at her eyes rolled back, tongue lolling as she panted in ecstasy—even that wrecked face was gorgeous. So for her, I stretched one hand as far as possible to her breast.
Pinch...
"Ahik...!"
Pinching her nipple elicited an instant moan and a fresh flood of fluids. Like a deluge, enough to fill my belly. It gushed endlessly.
With eyes, mouth, and hands fully satisfied from the foreplay... er, massage round.
Plop.
I carefully lowered her lower body back to the mat. Her body, the mat, my face, my dobok—all drenched in pussy juice.
"Hik... hek... haaaa..."
Compared to Jeong Ye-sol's face now—drenched in pleasure, drooling saliva—you couldn't find a trace of her fresh arrival, even if you scrubbed your eyes. Finally, I pressed my lips to her stomach and slowly worked my way up.
"Kiss... lick..."
"Ah, ahng... hng..."
Kissed her navel, softly licked it, then solar plexus, breasts, nipples, collarbone, neck. Tasting her skin all over, I reached her face.
"Haa, ha..."
Meeting the gaze of Jeong Ye-sol looking up at me dazedly with loosened eyes and ragged breaths.
"Mmm..."
I overlapped our lips.
"...Hmph... kiss... slurp..."
I meant to suck her tongue for a mouth rinse and drink her saliva, but instead, she licked and sucked mine. Like replenishing her exhausted body. The girl who'd cried 'not there...!' and been toyed with during my caresses was now craving my saliva, sucking my tongue. Whether due to her shy nighttime personality or not, she did it very passively and cautiously.