Chapter 24
Chapter 24
Chapter 24: Da-mi's Irresistible Invitation
I was surprised by the sudden maxing out of the Education Satisfaction. Whenever something new appeared, or whenever there was a sudden massive spike like this, it always caught me off guard. It was surprising, but at this point, it wasn't anything to make a huge fuss over.
What had me so hooked on this Joo Seong-hyeon's Happy Dojang Raising was, of course, the biggest draw being that I could freely fondle women I'd never even have a chance to touch in my lifetime. But there was also the fact that it never proceeded in a predictable, ordinary way. Education Satisfaction, Sexual Sensitivity, Physical Arousal, and so on. Satisfaction from time spent at the dojang made it rise, frequent touching increased sensitivity, lewd caresses brought excitement.
"Pretty intuitive."
The reasons for the numbers going up were incredibly straightforward. But the magnitude of those increases varied wildly depending on the member's personality, mood, or whatever happened that day. Like how Ha Yu-na shot up four stages in one go, or Jeong Ye-sol steadily climbed one by one before suddenly jumping two stages like this. The Dojang-Raising program did alter common sense within the dojang, like some kind of reality warp. But the people under its influence—the members—made me truly feel that they weren't just dolls.
"Ye-sol's reactions were a bit odd today, though."
That was definitely connected to this spike. I couldn't read minds or know their inner thoughts, so I didn't know the exact details, but that's precisely what made my heart race and kept it exciting.
So, I just...
"Was my blowjob skills just that good? Or did she like the massage itself? She even came by on a non-lesson day asking for one."
...needed to enjoy the curiosity about the reasons itself.
"Hand of the Sun... The effect is solid yet GOAT-tier? Skills like this pop up too, huh."
I just needed to enjoy the new system features granted to me.
"Ye-sol said from now on she'll definitely want to shower first. Okay. She can do it with me. And that pretty mouth and pussy on my cock... But her pussy hole was super tight. Wonder if it'll go in okay."
I just needed to purely enjoy the naughty things permitted to me. All I had to do was fill the mouth and pussy of my hardworking college student member with my "nutrient supplement" cum. I looked forward to Jeong Ye-sol's face with my cock in her mouth. I anticipated what face she'd make when I thrust into a pussy that probably never had a man before. The fact that I could be the first man for a woman like Jeong Ye-sol thrilled me beyond measure. The thought that we'd have our first sex soon...
"Ah."
Come to think of it, Jeong Ye-sol might not be the one for my first time.
"Dojang Master."
In that instant, Jeong Ye-sol faded from my mind, replaced by Lee Da-mi and her voluptuous figure. Her cleavage came to mind. Her ass peeking under her skirt and the red panties. My cock hardened.
"Clothes... No, clear the quest first. Dojang Points now... 270? Order two pieces of exercise equipment and one Internet Ad Exposure. Perfect."
I quickly spent the accumulated points and immediately messaged my friend.
[Me: Jae-min] [Me: Recommend a clean date outfit] [Me: I'll send pics of my closet, help me out] [Me: Urgent] [Me: If I need to buy, I can go shopping tomorrow morning]
The joy of Jeong Ye-sol becoming a lifetime member, with everything of hers permitted to me... I pushed that happy fact aside for the moment and threw myself into grooming from Tuesday evening until Wednesday afternoon. Even setting aside the minor details, it had been ages since I'd had dinner alone with a woman, so I put in extra effort. Of course, the fact that she was a married woman wasn't ideal in others' eyes, but I didn't care. What mattered was that this married woman had massive tits and a plump ass—she was insanely sexy.
"Isn't it too plain? Wouldn't layering a vest underneath be better?"
"Overkill. Your body's good, so short-sleeve tee with jacket and slacks is already best. No watch, right?"
"Got one from my army days at home. Uh..."
"Throw that shit away, you madman!!"
"How can I toss a gift from a friend? You emptied your wallet buying it for me in front of the training camp..."
"One glimpse of that on your wrist and we're done."
"Kidding, dude. Even I wouldn't wear that as a watch. Anyway, thanks."
"Man... Like leaving a kid by the water. Anyway, don't know who it is with, but have a good date. Tell me if it goes well. Lunch break's ending, gotta go."
"Have a good... Uh, yeah. Got it. Thanks."
Lately, I'd been wearing nothing but sloppy casuals or doboks, and fashion was never my thing, so I relied heavily on Jae-min. Tuesday evening, I got his consultation, then headed out early Wednesday morning to buy clothes. Snapped outfit pics for his final approval, then hit the hair salon. Thanks to that, as evening approached, I looked pretty sharp. It was a common street-side date look, close to wedding-guest attire, but that was plenty. Nominally, this was just dinner with Lee Da-mi. Though if you called it a date, it was a date.
After that, I paced the dojang like an antsy puppy desperate to pee. Half excitement, half worry... No, 20% excitement, 80% worry.
"Da-mi's not a member... Phew, no clue how this'll go."
Even rethinking it, I had no idea how we ended up here. The building owner's stacked wife suddenly flirting sexually with me... Not something that happens every day. I wasn't sure if I could pull it off. I had the Hand of the Sun passive and items like Arousal Perfume, but she was a real-world entity, not a member. Everything under 100% control might lose its thrill, but 100% out of control was even scarier.
"...Still."
If this woman beyond 100% control truly craved an affair with me and we ended up entangled... The dopamine and excitement would surpass imagination. And with Arousal Perfume making her even lewder, Da-mi naked astride me, wildly grinding her hips...
Throb...!!
My cock got painfully hard. Normally I'd jerk off, but today I couldn't waste stamina on that. Like that, anxiously pacing the dojang to kill time... Before I knew it...
"...Let's go."
Time to meet Da-mi had arrived. Feeling my hands and feet tremble with tension, I left the dojang around 8:50. Still spring but nearing summer, and with global warming, it wasn't chilly. Just a thin short-sleeve tee and summer jacket, yet tension made me hot. I fidgeted, leg bouncing while waiting for Da-mi.
Still restless, glancing around, my eyes caught the first-floor cafe. Na-rae was cleaning up. Closes at 9 too, huh. Na-rae wasn't alone in the cafe. A girl about 10 sat in a chair, beaming up at Na-rae. That tiny figure vaguely rang a bell. I'd seen her around this time sometimes.
"Her little sister...? They seem close."
Na-rae's lively face brimmed with affection and warmth—probably blood sisters. They looked alike. The sister adored her too, eyes glued to her cleaning big sis without blinking. It was heartwarming. Smiling unconsciously at the cute sisters... A moment later.
Screech.
A Benz pulled up in front. Familiar car. As I approached, the passenger window rolled down. There she was—Da-mi, whom I hadn't seen in three days, greeting me with a pretty eye smile.
"Wait long?"
"Ah, no. I just stepped out."
"Hehe, doesn't seem like it? Dressed so sharp. Suits you."
"Thank you. Manager... You look stunning today too."
"Oh, thanks. Hop in. Hungry, right?"
"...Yes."
Click.
I got in the passenger seat. Instantly, Da-mi's perfume—faintly familiar till now—enveloped me. Her usual car, filled with her scent. A bit aroused by the nice smell, I stealthily eyed her. Saying she looked stunning today was no empty compliment. Even sloppy, she's pretty, but in black pants hugging her curves, a line-enhancing blouse, thin coat draped behind... Extra makeup, full earrings and necklace set, elegantly gripping the wheel... She was genuinely beautiful.
Her clothes screamed luxury brands, and her huge tits asserted presence over them without vulgarity. Unlike her flirting times, barely any skin showed, yet she seemed sexier, lewder. And such a woman...
"Hmhm..."
...lifted a corner of her mouth in a seductive smile, glancing sideways at me. From face to body, lower half, legs. Her eye smile deepened. That naughty grin left me dumbfounded. Even after groping women via system and pocketing Arousal Perfume...
"Seong-hyeon. Shall we head there first and talk? I reserved a nice spot."
"Y-yes... Th-thank you."
...my body stiffened with tension.
We arrived at the restaurant in Da-mi's car. Not my usual cheap joint—luxury oozed from the entrance. Garden, private path avoiding other guests, led to a private room. Silent, voices from outside unreachable. I cautiously sat across from Da-mi, watching her order.
"As reserved. For drinks... Seong-hyeon. Good with alcohol?"
"Pardon? Ah, yes. D-decently."
"Then just a bit? Wine might not suit if you're not used to it. Beer it is."
Used to places like this, she ordered smoothly. The bowing staff left, leaving just us. Table close enough to touch hands across. We faced each other. More precisely, Da-mi rested her chin on her hand, eyeing me. Lasciviously appraising me. Her red lips parted.
"How was today? More members?"
"Today's reserved member couldn't make it due to work... Um..."
"Quiet day, huh?"
"Yeah, kinda."
It started trivial. Light chit-chat like when she'd recently visited. A slight letdown, but talking eased my tension bit by bit.
"Still seems like few members. Can you keep it afloat?"
"Well... Stealthily decent number."
"Good then."
"Plus, solo operation means after rent, not much expense."
"Hm? Protesting rent now? That's why dinner with me?"
"N-no! Wasn't thinking that..."
"Heh... Kidding."
Da-mi noticed my nerves, playfully lightening the mood. And soon.
Knock, knock... Roll.
"Excuse us."
"Comes quick."
"I reserved ahead? Dig in. Pretty good here."
Food arrived in under five minutes. Expected course, but just a few dishes. Not overcrowding the table. Options available, I guess. Looks pricey. I preferred this over courses. Courses mean staff interrupting, hard to talk freely... Wait, did Da-mi choose this for that?
"Seong-hyeon. Here's a glass."
"Ah, yes!"
Shaking off the thought, I politely took the beer she poured.
"For you too, manager..."
"Thanks."
Poured one for her too.
"To our hardworking Dojang Master every day! Cheers!"
Clink!
"Thank you! I'll eat well, manager!"
We toasted and drank. Cool beer further relaxed me as I tried the Chinese dishes before us. Delicious. Worth the price, and justified her confident recommendation.
"Haa... Beer in ages. Good, right?"
"Yes! This place is really tasty."
"Hehe, eat up. Bring a girlfriend sometime. Pricey but doable."
"Ah, sure. Someday..."
"Why the reaction? No girlfriend?"
"Stuck at dojang all day..."
"Women have no eyes. You're so diligent and reliable. Top husband material?"
"Haha... Thanks for saying so."
Conversation flowed smoothly. Good food and booze melted my tension away. Couldn't be 100% comfy with potential later events and facing a woman like Da-mi across a table, but... Anyway, the vibe was good. We chatted about this and that.
"Na-rae? Known her ages. Few years now...? Why Na-rae? Interested?"
"No. Just saw you together sometimes, seem close."
"Hm..."
"R-really."
"Pfft... I've helped her a ton in various ways. She adores me. Nice having a dedicated cafe staff. Not exploiting? Pays her well?"
Then. After filling up somewhat, staff cleared empty plates. Just light snacks and beer left, mood calmer.
"Wondering why I've been visiting you so much lately?"
Something began. Chin on one hand again, other fingers tapping the table. Da-mi opened up.
"...Yes. Used to barely see you..."
I took the bait. Tension rising anew. Until moments ago. During casual talk, I'd avoided her chest on purpose, but now I took it in. Always violently alluring tits. Unfazed by my blatant gaze shift, Da-mi continued. Gave the reason.
"Before... You looked so worn out. After kids stopped coming, face dark, shoulders slumped, seemed ready to quit anytime. Not the mood to chat."
"Ah... Ha, haha... Back then, yeah... B-but you called for cafe help sometimes..."
"Call someone renting my building to move heavy stuff? Just asked 'cause lazy. And I gave drinks each time. Right?"
"True... Not hard for me."
"But past few weeks, your face suddenly lit up. Thought you hit the lottery."
"Not lottery... But good things happened. Changed mindset, everything clicked."
"Hehe, got it. Anyway, seeing you brighten improved my mood. Since we see each other occasionally, wanted to get closer. You? Hate me acting friendly?"
"Not at all. Grateful for your warmth. Don't meet anyone but members..."
"Good. Fun talking with you too."
I sorta got it. Before, I always looked dead, hard to approach, but seeing me brighten, she chatted normally. But not all questions answered. Her later actions clearly crossed lines. I wanted that reason. Staying quiet, she spoke again. Seductive smile. Languid voice.
"Me, super bored usually. Follow busy husband around, all dull events... Friends faded after marriage."
"......"
I shut up, focusing on her main story.
Tap, tap...
Her hand on the table had slid toward center. Fingers still tapping rhythm.
"Opened cafe as hobby, but really for Na-rae. Not that fun."
Her amber eyes locked on me.
"Husband hates me out too much. Cafe's my limit."
Tap, tap!
Finger taps strengthened.
"Too much, right? Can't play out, and he doesn't play with me."
"Hm..."
"Workaholic, rarely home. Even home, nothing there. Same since marriage. Big age gap too..."
Tap!
Words paused, fingers stopped. Then Da-mi flipped her hand, index finger up. Come here... Beckoning me. Signaling. Come closer.
"......Gulp."
I swallowed dryly, placed hand on table. Slowly neared hers. Heard her continue.
"Husband's not into that stuff. Family ties, successful guy, so we married somehow... But to him, I'm just a trophy?"
"Trophy...?"
"Decoration to show off. Trophy wife for successful businessman—young and pretty."
"......"
"He loves me in his way, but..."
My hand reached table center. Then.
Stroke...
"......!!"
Like waiting, Da-mi stroked my fingertip. Soft touch sent shivers. Not over. Her fingers tickled up my hand. Story continued amid it.
"Still... For a woman to feel loved by a man... Isn't it natural to show it with the body...?"
Her small hand rested on my hand's back. There, her fingers endlessly caressed softly. The ticklish touch heated me up.
"What do you think, Seong-hyeon?"
At the question, I lifted gaze from hands. Met her eyes. Eyes rippling with excitement and desire.
"I..."
Da-mi. Probably hadn't told everything. Many details missing. But. No need for trivia.
"I... think so too. For a man... Words matter, but... ultimately, love with the body."
"Heh... Hahaha..."
What mattered was.
"Seong-hyeon."
"Yes."
"How am I?"
"...Beautiful. The most among any woman I've seen."
"Hahaha... Really, okay saying that to a married woman?"
A man and woman here, desiring each other. To her question—playful yet lewdness overpowering... I flipped my hand first.
Grip...!
Strongly seized her delicate hand tickling mine.
"What does it matter. Manager... No, Da-mi, you're beautiful, so I said so."
Said earnestly, eyes locked. My hot gaze distorted her face. Not bad—holding back laughter. Soon, she leaned toward me. I leaned too, faces inches apart.
"Shall... we move spots soon?"
Da-mi whispered stickily.
"I... don't have to go home tonight..."
Her wet breath and voice squeezed me, irresistible temptation. And I.
"...Yes. Let's go."
Gladly accepted.