An Intimate Moment with Jeong Yesol — and the Bomb Yuna Dropped
Pathetically enough, Jeong Yesol came to her senses before I did.
She had been avoiding my eyes with a flushed face, but she quickly composed herself again and held out the iced Americano she had brought.
"I picked up something to drink. Would it be all right if we rested a little before we start?"
"Ah—ah, yes. Of course. Oh, I didn't bring anything today myself… I'll just run downstairs real quick and—!"
"It's fine. I bought it as a thank-you. Thanks to those supplements, I did well on my exams, so please don't worry about it."
"Even so… um… thank you."
I was mortified.
It wasn't anything else that was the dark chapter of my life—it was my attitude right then and there. A twenty-year-old girl was handling the situation more maturely than I was.
"Well then… shall we have our drinks in the office for a bit before we start?"
"Yes."
Just like last time, we sat across from each other in the office, and I took the Americano Yesol had brought.
I took a sip through the straw, but I couldn't taste a thing.
Every nerve I had was fixed on Jeong Yesol.
The tension left me stiff from head to toe.
Even so, I forced myself to open my mouth. I was a man, seven years her senior—I couldn't just sit there like an idiot.
"Same place as last time, isn't it? You said it was near your place. It's really good."
"That's why I stop by almost every day. If you like it, I'll bring you one next time too."
"No, no! I can't have a member doing that for me. Next time I'll have something ready, so please don't."
"As I said, it's because I'm grateful to you, Master. Ever since I got those supplements last week, studying has been going so well… I still have a couple of general-education exams left, but I think I might even get a scholarship."
"Oh, really?! Congratulations. Honestly, that's all your hard work, but hearing you credit the supplements…"
"It really must be the supplements. Ever since I started taking them, my condition has been amazing and I've been able to focus so well."
"Ahem, well, they are pretty effective… Anyway, I'm glad they helped."
Even when we had chatted over text I had felt it—there was still a little distance in our conversation. But I didn't think that was a bad thing.
Sitting here, faces full of goodwill toward each other, talking quietly like this—it made my chest go soft and warm.
After we had traded thanks long enough for the atmosphere to loosen a little, Yesol brought up next week.
"Master. Is there any food you particularly dislike? I've started looking into places for the meal I promised to buy you next week."
"I barely have any foods I won't eat, so anything is fine… though saying that probably makes it harder for you to choose, doesn't it?"
"Heh… you're right. Expensive is fine too. Thanks to you, I might be getting that scholarship."
A little ease had settled in, so I put a touch of playfulness into it—and Yesol smiled even at something that small.
On the first day, her face had held an edge of sharpness and coldness. Now it looked at me with femininity and softness.
That gap only made my heart race harder.
"Come on, I couldn't. No matter what, I can't let a member treat me to something expensive… How about pasta?"
"……."
"D-don't look at me like that… It's not like I picked it because of you—well, not entirely! I genuinely love pasta. Especially penne. Dipping the bread in that sauce is just so good…"
"Hmmm…"
I had expected Yesol to ask, today or next week, so I gave her the answer I had prepared in advance. Her eyes narrowed slightly.
But for me, there was no better choice. I really did love penne, and from a college girl's perspective, a pasta place would have plenty of options to choose from.
Yesol seemed to doubt my sincerity for a moment, but once I pinpointed a specific dish like penne, she accepted it soon enough.
"Penne… there is one decent specialty place near here."
"Really? I didn't know there was a place like that nearby."
"You didn't? It's pretty well known. And it's close to here."
"I used to go every now and then with a friend and his girlfriend, the three of us—but I got busy, he got busy, and for two or three years I haven't even looked the place up. Going with just guys feels weird, going alone feels weird… and, well… I don't have a girlfriend."
"…Without a female friend or a girlfriend, it would be hard for a guy to walk in alone, yeah."
"Pretty much… I'm usually fine eating by myself, but a place like that is tough."
"It'd be fine if you went with me, though."
"R-right! Ha, haha…"
"……."
"……."
I had squeezed every drop of courage I had just to float that out there.
And Yesol caught it. Caught it and threw it back at two hundred percent.
In the silence that followed, a strange atmosphere settled over the office.
My heart was hammering at a situation I had never faced in twenty-seven years of life; I stole a cautious glance at her, and Yesol watched me with an unreadable look.
Then—
"…Heh."
The corner of her mouth curved up long and slow.
Even when she smiled gently, Jeong Yesol still carried that natural sharpness and haughtiness in her face—and that silent, sly little grin of hers was devastatingly lethal.
My heart pounded. Relief washed through me because she seemed to like it. Making her smile felt like an achievement in itself.
And only then did I truly understand what people meant when they said a confession was a ceremony.
I could feel it.
If I confessed right now, it would work.
That confession wouldn't be a coin toss—it would be certainty. Not a challenge, but a ceremony.
Even I could tell.
People called me a bear often enough, but I wasn't that oblivious. I just wasn't great with words, and I had too little experience and too little resistance when it came to women.
That didn't mean I was going to confess right then.
If it was going to be a ceremony, the right place wasn't the dojang in a uniform—it was after dinner next week.
We'd eat together, maybe stop by a café afterward, and once the mood was ripe I'd walk her home, pick my moment… yeah. That was it.
Once Yesol left later, I could work out the details. Maybe get some help from Jaemin and Yena too.
Having decided that, I did my best to tame the corners of my mouth that kept wanting to twitch upward, and spoke to Yesol.
"Shall we start the lesson? What would you like to do? Shower first?"
"I drove again today, so I'm fine. I'll just change right away."
"Then would you take everything off, including your underwear, and wait for me a moment? Today I want to try something other than the dobok."
"Something else?"
"Yes. Summer's coming, so I prepared practical gear suited to the season."
"……?"
She looked puzzled by that, but Yesol headed straight into the changing room and stripped.
Five minutes later, we stepped out onto the dojang floor.
I was still in my dobok. And Jeong Yesol—
"……."
"Ahem…"
—was looking herself over with dry, assessing eyes.
She was wearing a black, sexy bikini swimsuit.
A string bikini, every fastening done with ties. It wasn't one of those micro-bikinis with almost no fabric, though.
It was the kind of fairly ordinary swimsuit you saw plenty of confident women wearing at the beach or the pool.
Even so, with her pale shoulders, the valley of her chest, her waist and thighs all on full display, the sexiness came through loud and clear.
"……."
The whole way out onto the floor, Yesol wordlessly scanned her own body.
Then, a moment later, she narrowed her eyes and spoke.
"Master…"
"Ahem… Yes?"
"Do you like this kind of thing, Master? Bikinis."
"W-well… I don't dislike them, but more than my personal taste, I thought that since you have such a good figure, Yesol, you might prefer something like this…"
"Hnn…"
"A-and relatively speaking, someone dressed like that has a higher chance of running into a molester. So I wanted to run a lesson preparing for that kind of situation… Do you not like it?"
"No. It's fine. If it's your preference, Master."
"Preference is… ahem…"
After a brief exchange that felt a little like she was needling me, Yesol struck a bold pose.
One hand on her hip, a provocative look aimed straight at me.
The more I looked at her, the more I doubted it. Was it even plausible that a girl like this could feel that way about someone like me?
"Shall we start stretching like this?"
"Sure… ah—since it's been a week, let me give you a light mouth massage first."
"Okay."
I stepped up to Jeong Yesol—twenty years old, fresh and youthful, and yet mature and sexy all at once—and pressed my lips to hers.
"Mmh… chup…"
Our lips met softly. I suckled at her damp mouth and slowly slid my tongue inside.
Just like a real kiss.
I wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her in, while my other hand kneaded the rice-cake softness of her ass where it spilled out beside the bikini bottoms.
"Mmh… chuu… haah…"
Whether my tongue licked her lips, tangled with hers, or swept through her mouth, Yesol accepted it all as if she were welcoming it.
And at some point, those hands she had demurely folded against my chest—
—slipped quietly inside my dobok and began to stroke my bare skin.
Carefully, and yet somehow with desire in every touch.
She seemed to remember what I had told her—that if she wanted to touch my body, she could touch it as much as she liked.
And so there I was.
Holding a twenty-year-old college girl in a sexy bikini in my arms, using a "mouth massage" as the excuse for a deep, lingering kiss.
Hoping that this summer, I would get to do this for real—as actual lovers.
After the mouth massage, after helping her stretch while I worked over Yesol's body, we started the self-defense lesson proper.
Yesol was a tourist at the beach. I was a guy hitting on her. That was the scenario we set.
With summer right around the corner, it was more than plausible.
From about five paces back, I slowly approached Yesol as she stood with her back to me.
"……."
No, but damn…
If this were a real midsummer beach and Jeong Yesol were walking around in a bikini like that, I was not joking—she'd get hit on every three steps.
Her pale back had nothing covering it but the thin bra string, and her lower half left those plump, springy cheeks blatantly exposed on either side of the skimpy fabric. There was no way she wouldn't become a target for every guy out hunting.
A slender frame with a wide pelvis—her backside was pure sex appeal. Even if her face had been nothing special, men would have swarmed her. And her face could put celebrities to shame.
And I—
—got to touch that body of Jeong Yesol's as much as I wanted.
Feeling the superiority that came with that, I laid a hand on her shoulder with as creepy a vibe as I could manage.
Granted, even beach pickup artists didn't usually just put a hand on someone's shoulder out of nowhere—but this was only to give her a reason to use self-defense.
"Hey, are you here alone?"
"……."
"……??"
Her reaction was off.
Normally she should have grabbed my wrist and twisted it before I even finished speaking—or at least knocked my hand away to set up the next beat.
That was what I had taught her.
But Yesol turned her head, looked at me, and instead of looking annoyed, she was smiling.
With a face that showed not the slightest intention of batting my hand away.
"…Yesol?"
"Ah, I'm sorry. I wasn't bothered at all… I actually felt good, so I blanked. Please try again."
"……."
"What is it?"
"No… yeah. I'll go again."
I bit my lip and crushed down the ticklish heat rising from deep in my chest.
Then I approached Yesol from behind once more.
This time more blatantly—I put my hand on her ass.
"Aang…"
The instant I grabbed that full, bouncy cheek, Yesol let out a reflexive moan—then immediately seized my wrist.
And the wrist lock I had taught her…
"Haah… Don't touch me like that."
"……??"
She spun around the moment she caught my wrist and snapped at me, but there was no force in either the action or the voice.
It wasn't a move meant to hurt me. She held on lightly, the way you'd hold a boyfriend's hand.
And while she was at it, she was breathing hot and telling me with her mouth alone not to touch her.
Hmm…
Not taking a real lesson seriously was something I should have scolded her for—but how was I supposed to say anything to Yesol?
I had to play along.
With my wrist still caught in her grip, I stepped in even closer.
And, just like a guy actually hitting on her—not that I had ever done it—I tossed out a rough line.
"Where are you from? If you're alone, want to hang out?"
"Hmph. I have people with me."
"A boyfriend?"
"And what if I do?"
"The way you're talking, I'm guessing not. Figured as much. If you had one…"
I pinched Yesol's nipple through the swimsuit. It was already rock-hard from our mouth massage; I rolled that little bud between my fingers as I went on.
"You wouldn't be standing here with your nipples this hard, trying to seduce a guy, would you?"
"Aangh… L-let go…"
She still showed no interest in using the wrist lock I had taught her. She had grabbed the hand pinching her nipple, but she made no move to shake it off.
If anything, she pressed down on my hand as if telling me to do more.
"Haha…"
Faced with a gesture that blatant, I let out a dry laugh and took my hand off her chest. Then I slipped it inside her bikini bottoms.
"Aauung…♡"
"Getting this wet while some pickup guy is groping you—what are you going to do? Don't tell me you want to get hit on."
"Ang, aahng… B-because it's you, Master… My body gets worked up before anything even happens, I can't help it… hhk…♡"
"You did so well up through the last lesson… What are you going to do if some real creep hits on you like this?"
"If I had a boyfriend next to me… hnh… I wouldn't get hit on as much… so it's fine…"
"Huh? Well… yeah, if a boyfriend were stuck right to your side it'd be fine, but…"
"Someone who… works out… mmh… and has a good body… would be even better, right…?"
"Well… yeah, that would be."
With my fingers nestled against her folds, Yesol hunched her shoulders, face flushed, and flirted with me completely out in the open.
In that moment, she was genuinely, historically adorable.
Cuter than even Yuna, right then.
"Haah, hah…"
"……."
Yesol, breathing hard, staring at me with hot eyes—and me, hand resting on the heat of her pussy inside her bikini bottoms, staring blankly back at her.
We gazed at each other without a word.
And then—
The thought that I might as well just say it right now began to take over my head.
"Ye—"
I opened my mouth as if spellbound—and in that exact instant.
Ding-a-ling!
"Unn, are you in the office? Ah, you're over there! Oppa! I just wanted a quick massage, so I came by—eh."
"Y-Yuna?! Sorry, but right now another member is—"
"…Oppa?"
"……!! I-I-I-I'm so sorry!!! O-Oppa, I'm sorry! I couldn't see from outside, I thought n-nobody was here…! I'm sorry!!!"
Yuna had stepped into the dojang for a bare second—then bolted.
The moment she noticed Yesol, who had been mostly hidden behind my body from the entrance.
In less than three seconds.
"…………Oppa?"
And with that, she left a massive bomb behind.