Chapter 3
Chapter 3
Chapter 3: Teaching Self-Defense Techniques
A hollow laugh escaped my lips amid the bewilderment.
For a fleeting moment, fear washed over me in this unbelievable situation. But what filled my chest even more than that... Was a subtle surge of euphoria.
Something indescribable about this inexplicable 'specialness' being handed to me right here. A mysterious power that just might revive my failing dojang.
However.
"But... isn't this kind of criminal?"
That part nagged at me. I didn't consider myself some great saint, but I'd never done anything truly bad in my life. Yet if I took the quest tab's text at face value...
What could I call it? Like in those adult novels, using a hypnosis app to do filthy things to a woman without her knowing? As an ordinary adult man who'd lived strictly within the law, it was something I hesitated to touch lightly.
But even so...
'She was really pretty...'
The thought slipped into my mind unbidden.
Me, who'd gone 27 years without ever dating a girl. I'd been too busy hanging out with friends through boys' middle and high school, training hard, struggling to keep my grades up because I wasn't the sharpest, earning certifications, rolling through military service, and over the past year, frantically setting up and keeping this dojang afloat.
Of course, people who wanted to date made time no matter how busy, but that had never applied to me. I wasn't completely hopeless with women. I'd worked as an instructor since college, so I had some confidence dealing with people. But my rough looks and not-so-fun personality never quite opened the door to romance.
That made me waver even more.
"......"
Impure thoughts bubbled up. Bad ideas crossed my mind. If that blatantly listed [Permitted Touch Areas] were all unlocked. If I could freely touch the body of a girl so pretty I'd be lucky to even hold hands with in my lifetime. Judging by the explicit content, it wouldn't stop at just touching; it seemed like it'd allow even more down the line.
If that was possible... Resisting that temptation...
"Should I... just try a little...?"
Was no easy feat.
"What took you so long? Making me wait like this."
"Ah, sorry about that. I got a sudden urgent call."
"Sigh... So, what are you teaching me? Do I need to change clothes or something?"
"No. Since it's just a trial, I'll keep it simple and show you a few basics as is. That's fine."
My heart was pounding. It felt like when I was a kid, pulling harmless pranks with friends and feeling that thrill and excitement. Of course, what I was about to do now was on a whole different level of wrong compared to back then. But that guilt twisted into a perverse thrill instead.
The woman in front of me, her face full of displeasure because I'd kept her waiting. Even that expression was pretty. Her head small as my fist, sharp eyes, pursed lips, and below that, a slim figure hugged tight by her clothes...
Twitch.
"Hey."
I'd been blatantly scanning Jeong Ye-sol's body without thinking, and when her brows furrowed, I snapped my gaze away. There was a hint of anger in her voice too. Women were sensitive to stares anyway—had I been too obvious?
"Sorry. I was just... thinking about what to teach first given our size difference..."
"...Just teach me one thing. That's all I need, then I'm out."
"Yes, got it!"
She seemed annoyed. At this rate, it might all fall apart, so I took a deep breath inside and steadied myself.
First things first...
"Mind if I get your name first? Even for a short session, I'll need to call you while teaching..."
"Jeong Ye-sol."
Wow, her name really is Jeong Ye-sol.
"Thank you. Before we start, just one more thing to confirm."
"What?"
I cautiously spoke to Jeong Ye-sol, who tilted her head irritably.
"Self-defense techniques inevitably involve various physical contacts, so please keep that in mind..."
"Why bring that up?"
"Pardon?"
"Isn't that obvious?"
"Uh... yeah, I guess?"
"Don't waste time with useless talk. Hurry up and start. I'm busy."
"...Yes. Let's begin. Stand in front of me, please."
From the perspective of a trial student who'd bothered coming to the dojang despite the hassle, my chatter probably seemed pointless. I understood that, and normally I'd be grateful just for listening. But... her snippy tone was honestly a bit rude. Thanks to that, the guilt and sin gnawing at me faded just a touch.
"Set your bag down for now... You know how some guys are? Grabbing arms or hands without a second thought."
"It happens."
"Try grabbing my wrist like that?"
No sooner had I finished than she stepped forward half a pace from her haughty arms-crossed stance and reached out. Like she wanted to test my skills, she moved with far less hesitation than I'd expected.
Snap.
Jeong Ye-sol's slender fingers wrapped around my wrist. Her touch was cool yet soft, nearly making me zone out for a second, but over a decade of training wasn't for nothing. I relaxed my body, exaggerated the motion, and rotated my wrist downward in a full circle. Her elbow naturally lifted up, her upper body bending forward slightly.
At the same time, I pulled the grabbed hand toward me a bit while gently pressing her elbow with my free hand.
"Huh?"
Thud...
Her body hit the floor. I'd controlled it carefully, so it shouldn't hurt. It was a smooth motion in under a second. I chuckled at her startled expression.
"How's that? You felt how I didn't use any strength, right?"
"...Isn't that just because of the size difference?"
"Sure, builds and sizes affect how well it works sometimes. But strip that away, and it should land on most people. If they grab like a feather, it might not work, but guys don't grab women's wrists gently, do they?"
As I said that, I naturally grabbed her arm and waist to help her up. She was so thin. The waist wrapping around my arm felt like it could snap with the slightest squeeze. Even through her clothes, her body was incredibly soft... and a nice scent was filling the air around me, the whole dojang.
It was moving, but rather than dwell, I checked Jeong Ye-sol's reaction.
'Did I mess up?'
Until a few months ago, I'd only dealt with kids, so I'd touched her without thinking. Her waist, no less. I'd warned about physical contact, but waists and wrists were spots women often disliked.
Yet Jeong Ye-sol showed no reaction to me grabbing her wrist or waist.
"How do you do it?"
She just urged me on, her eyes sparkling with interest and curiosity.
"I'll grab your wrist this time."
Thanks to that, I gripped Jeong Ye-sol's wrist more confidently. It was slim and delicate. My heart started thumping like a puberty-struck boy's. Not kids, not the athletic college girls I'd seen. Grabbing a grown woman's slender wrist was rare in my life. Or never...? Damn.
"Rotate your wrist downward big. The body's structure forces the arm to turn and upper body to lean..."
"Like this?"
Jeong Ye-sol followed my explanation right away, rotating her wrist largely. It was simple, but many botched it—she nailed it like I'd shown. My body tilted naturally, elbow rising. I let it happen, explaining verbally.
"Yes, perfect. From there, pull the grabbed wrist toward your body a bit, press my elbow with your other hand..."
Squeeze... Thud!
My body hit the dojang floor. She'd misjudged the force since I wasn't braced, nearly slamming hard, but my body reacted on instinct. And there I was, cleanly pinned on the spotless floor, arm twisted by Jeong Ye-sol.
"Huh?"
I was genuinely shocked. She'd picked it up way too fast. Even the simplest wrist lock wasn't easy to land perfectly after one demo and explanation. With our size difference, a tiny slip in focus and it wouldn't work. Sure, I'd planned to let her and relaxed, but for a first try, it was too smooth and quick.
So much so that...
"What? Why's it so easy? You didn't let me win?"
Jeong Ye-sol eyed me suspiciously.
"No, it's not that... What? Why are you so good? Ever learned this before?"
"Nope."
"Doesn't look like a beginner... Could you let go first?"
"Sure."
I got up the moment she released my arm. She suspected I went easy, but honestly, I should be the one suspicious. This wasn't beginner level... Wait, earlier on the computer...
"When Dojang Master Joo Seong-hyeon instructs, members' learning speed and training effects increase by 300%."
Wasn't there something like that? If she learned that fast because of it, that's insane... No, but if she picks up everything this quick, how do I make a living? She probably won't stick for full martial arts, but three months and she'd master everything I could teach. It was ridiculous.
My dazed, genuinely flustered look seemed to convince her. Her lips curved into a smile. That cherry-red pout on her pretty face stole my gaze effortlessly.
'Damn, she's insanely pretty.'
Seeing it chased away stray thoughts. Just that smile nearly made my soul leave my body. That level of beauty. It reignited my gratitude.
'Yeah. Her even coming to the dojang is a miracle. Think positive. Money... screw it, it'll work out.'
The system's real value wasn't profit anyway. Freely touching women's bodies had way more appeal.
"Can we try once more?"
"Huh? Oh, sure. This time, from grab to finish—go all the way. I'll handle myself, don't worry."
Her voice held excitement. No wonder—with a technique landing that clean, the rush was undeniable. I knew that feeling well, so I stood before Jeong Ye-sol again and grabbed her wrist. Signaling I was ready anytime.
That instant.
Thud.
"......"
"It works?"
Shocking from my side, pure satisfaction for her—a flawless wrist lock. Not broken into steps like before, so she'd definitely felt it: overpowering a bigger guy's arm and body with technique. I'd tensed only the grabbed hand and relaxed the rest to let her. Even accounting for that, perfect execution.
Her clipped "It works?" brimmed with elation.
"...How's that? You mastered one already."
Ridiculously fast uptake. Embarrassing to even claim credit for teaching. But with a year's dojang experience, even on a sinking ship, I phrased it like, "You did well, but I taught well too."
Jeong Ye-sol released my arm and...
"Not bad. More fun than I thought. Got anything else?"
Demanded the next right away. Said one and done because she's busy. Well, it hooked her.
"It's a free trial... No, since you're interested, I'll throw in one more as service."
She looked satisfied enough to sign up, but I switched gears. Self-defense had arm grabs like this. But some required more body contact for practice. Plus, she'd learned too quick for one-and-done.
Thinking that...
Tense.
Feeling my lower body twitch unconsciously... I stood. Last night's homeless old man's words echoed.
'Heh heh... Girl members are better, right? Rub 'em good while teaching... Then what?'
I admit it. The weird system and quests egged me on, but seeing a woman like her naturally stirred impure urges. So I racked my brain. Among simple self-defense moves, what'd be best? Right then...
Flash!
In front of me.
"Ready for a taste of what diligent dojang management can bring?"
(!) [Perform 10 breast touches on trial member Jeong Ye-sol]
- [Breasts] special area unlocked until quest ends.
- Time limit: 30 minutes.
Rewards: Jeong Ye-sol's sexual sensitivity increases
Jeong Ye-sol's physical arousal increases
The quest window from the member management program appeared as a faint hologram.