Chapter 7
Chapter 7
Chapter 7: Seonghyeon Self-Defense Unveiled
That night, after seeing the message that Jeong Ye-sol's training satisfaction had gone up and her breasts had been unlocked...
I was so restless I couldn't fall asleep until late. Part of it was lewd thoughts creeping in, but I was also thrilled that my pitch-black future had unexpectedly cleared up. I finally dozed off in the early hours of the morning, and when I woke up the next day, I rushed straight to the dojang, half-wondering if it had all been a dream.
Thankfully...
[ Joo Seong-hyeon's Happy Dojang Raising ]
This ridiculous system wasn't a dream.
Over the next few days, I threw myself into renewing the dojang. Until Jeong Ye-sol showed up, all I could really do was focus on quests anyway.
"Yes, I've checked the sample you sent. Yup, yup. I'll place the order right away. But how many sheets minimum? Two thousand? Hmm... could you maybe do a bit less...? No, never mind. Two thousand it is. Thanks so much."
I reordered the dojang sign and flyers with the new name and content, and had the homepage designers update it too. It cost a pretty penny here and there, but I didn't regret it one bit. I had to do it for the quests anyway, and the rewards more than covered what I spent. If anything, it was great to fix up the corners I'd skimped on before to save money.
Before I knew it, I was as busy as back when I first opened the place. Busy, sure, but every day felt more rewarding than it ever had then. It made me happy. Unlike that pure-hearted time, though, now it was filthy desire filling every inch of me that was driving it all... There was no stopping my brain from being ruled by my dick.
I even bought a [Free Trial Invitation (N, 5 uses)] just in case. If I ran into another pretty girl like Jeong Ye-sol out there, it'd be worth a shot. Ten percent odds were plenty tempting for 10 points. Total steal.
Unfortunately, I didn't spot anyone pretty enough to invite over the next few days. After getting Jeong Ye-sol as my first trial member, my standards had shot up—I didn't want just anyone.
"Even with few members, the rewards should cover dojang operating costs and my living expenses... PT sessions would leave tons of free time too. Work-life balance on point?"
Truth be told, now that I had this system, quests, and skills, I wanted to get my hands on all kinds of pretty girls. But for a guy like me who'd had zero luck with women, Jeong Ye-sol alone was more than enough. I was pining for her, wondering when she'd show.
'After all that satisfaction, she wouldn't just ghost, right?'
A few days had passed since her free trial lesson. I pushed aside the faint anxiety bubbling up.
Bzzz...
My smartphone vibrated. It was the sign shop owner. What could it be? He'd said the new sign wouldn't be ready until tomorrow at the earliest.
"Hello?"
"Hey, boss! We finished up faster than expected. Want us to install it today?"
"For real? That'd be awesome! Just give me a heads-up when you're here and I'll come right down!"
"You got it. Heading out now."
Screeech...
"Alright, alright!"
The workers on the cherry picker lowered the [ Comet Hapkido ] sign. Still looked tacky as ever. But like most Taekwondo dojangs, I'd gone with it on a friend's advice that parents ate up that vibe. It had worked well enough at first. But after a year together, it was time to say goodbye to Comet Hapkido—the Hapkido dojang that gave me mixed feelings of love and hate.
From now on, this place would be...
[ Seonghyeon Self-Defense ]
Self-defense techniques, Hapkido, Taekwondo, physical training, not to mention diets, even though I barely knew how they worked. Whatever they wanted, I'd teach it all to my 'female members.' A self-defense dojang.
"Hm. Not bad."
The new name was old-school and tacky too, but whatever. Adding my name made it feel more personal somehow. The sign itself was simple—no frills, just letters. But the font was sleek, giving it a refined vibe. I nodded automatically. Loved it.
"We're off! Call if there's any issues!"
"Thanks! Great work!!"
I bowed to the crew who'd taken my money but handled the old sign and cleanup spotless. For a moment after, a fuzzy warmth swelled in my chest as I stood outside, gazing up at the sign.
"Seong-hyeon, what's going on? New sign out of nowhere?"
"Manager! Good day!"
"You're extra peppy today. Here, coffee on me."
"Ah, thanks!"
Lee Da-mi came over from the first-floor cafe, smiling bright with an Americano in hand. She'd left the shop to her part-timer and was kicking back, dressed in a fancy silk blouse and line-hugging pants totally unfit for cafe work.
"......"
My eyes locked right on the huge swell of her breasts blatantly outlined over the blouse. Every time I saw her, her figure blew my mind, but I'd always kept my gaze in check before. No mental bandwidth for her anyway. Now with the system and some breathing room, I shamelessly scanned her up and down.
Jeong Ye-sol's breasts had been so soft—how insanely plush would Lee Da-mi's massive ones feel? What if I buried my face right in there... Stuff like that popped into my head.
"...Oh? Hehe."
But her laugh in my ear snapped me back. Shit. Of all people, the building owner's wife... Luckily, Lee Da-mi didn't seem fazed by my stare. Even though she had to know exactly how I was eyeing her body. She started with a surprised 'Oh?' then just grinned like it was cute, lips curving wide. Atmosphere stayed chill. Made sense—a stunner like her with that face and body was used to guys looking.
I snapped out of it and spoke up quick.
"Trying a business switch-up. Hard to compete head-on with that Taekwondo place next door."
"Seonghyeon Self-Defense... Teaching self-defense?"
"Yeah. Adults only—no kids. If they want, fitness or diets too. Like a full-service gym."
"Sounds fun~ But you sure? Spending big before you know it'll work?"
"Got someone signed up already. PT-style, so decent rates. Should be way better than before."
I fed her a bit of bluff standing side by side. Details wouldn't matter from her angle anyway. Plus, the system had me brimming with confidence—my voice came out strong.
"You look brighter, Seong-hyeon. Hope it works out."
"Thanks. Gotta make it this time."
Her and her husband's hassle if I folded—no new tenant easy. They'd hire out, but still work. Even a lone wolf like me could tell her foxy smile was genuine support. Though that sultry eye-smile and watermelon tits made my heart race anyway.
Then it hit me.
'...Do I really need to hold back now?'
Already kneaded Jeong Ye-sol's tits freely with this insane power—I was as good as a criminal. Hell, I'd sworn to grow the dojang just to do worse. Lee Da-mi being married? No reason not to touch. Yeah. Point of no return once I knew the system's power and didn't quit. I was trash anyway.
So...
"...Manager."
"Yes?"
This sexy-cute woman who preferred 'manager' over 'president'...
"Any interest yourself?"
"Me?"
No reason to hold back. Those wide eyes at my sudden pitch... This alluring married bombshell with her plump ass and tits... I wanted her in my dojang.
"You hitting on me? But I'm not into self-defense."
"Like I said, not just martial arts anymore. You're so pretty and charismatic already, but a couple basics for safety couldn't hurt..."
"Jeez, Seong-hyeon~"
Smack!
She playfully swatted my arm after my sincere lip service. I doubled down, banking on that 10% miracle.
"Like I mentioned, planning a diet program too. Flexible schedule—once a week work?"
"...Huh? Diet?"
"Yeah. And obviously I'd hook you up with major discou...nts..."
Baited her with diet—every woman's weak spot. If it worked, I'd grab exercise gear first with my points.
But...
"Hnnngh?"
Grrr...
Her face twisted in utter dissatisfaction.
"......"
It looked downright demonic at first glance. Eyes smiling, lips curved up—but not a smile. Killing intent radiated off her. Faced with that beastly glare, I trailed off and dropped my eyes. Wh-what'd I do wrong?
"Seong-hyeon."
"Y-yes?"
"You saying I'm fat? That it's showing over my blouse, so come work out? I'm not that bad."
"Gasp... no, not what I meant..."
"Right? Hehehe... You wouldn't say that to me, would you, Seong-hyeon?"
"N-no way."
"I'm slim, right?"
"Super slim! I just thought... even so, steady exercise for health might be good..."
Crushing pressure bore down on me. My bad. Asking about diets could sound like 'you're fat, come lose it' to her.
She glared frog-to-snake style for a while, then...
"Hmph. Good luck then. I'm heading in."
"Y-yes! Take care!"
"Hmph!"
She stomped back to the cafe, pouting hard, making no secret of her mood. Damn. Things were going smooth... My screw-up tanked that 10% shot.
Lesson learned, though. Even at 10% odds, blurting stuff out didn't count—had to read her situation, conditions, mood perfectly for it to hit 10%.
Ha... I regretfully devoured her retreating figure with my eyes. Body for the gods... Next time, gotta mind the fine print. Lee Da-mi... bummer, but it'll happen again.
Anyway.
- Completed
"Now just gather members! Keep it up!!"
o Acquired 20 Dojang Points.
o 10 million won in Dojang Support Funds deposited.
Quest cleared. Now just snag some members, like it says.
Flex.
My dick perked up like it was cheering me on too.
Saturday.
I got to the dojang early, grabbed the flyers that'd arrived by courier, and prepped to head out. Four invites left from that 10-point buy—planned to post flyers around and pitch any promising targets. Would've focused on Jeong Ye-sol if she registered, but no telling when. Worst case, even satisfied with training, she might not sign up.
Dobok on, just stepping out when...
Ding!
"Huh?"
"Hi. Here to register... now okay?"
"Ah, no! I mean yes! This way!"
Finally—the one I'd been waiting for arrived. Just like our first meeting days ago, her upturned eyes and pursed lips gave a sharp vibe. But not bitchy—more aloof and chic, super attractive. Her slim figure and perky breasts rising over the casual long-sleeve tee caught the eye.
Jeong Ye-sol. My new dojang's first official member. And first prey. She'd finally come.