Jeong Yesol, Attack
Yuna showing up at that exact moment had, honestly, been an accident.
I was the one who'd told her she could come by whenever she wanted—but I'd still expected her to at least call first.
Her place was close enough, though, that she'd probably just stepped out the way you duck out for a quick errand, just to check. Even crawling on her belly, she could've made it in three minutes.
And I'd made my own mistake on top of that.
I'd been so floored by the sight of Jeong Yesol in that sexy string bikini that I'd completely forgotten to lock the dojo door and pull the blackout curtains.
I'd have to be more careful next time.
If some random guy had walked in… even if the System kept him from thinking anything was off, I still couldn't go around casually flashing Yesol's body—or my other members'—to strangers.
Anyway. Mistake and accident had nearly stacked into something dangerous.
In the end, though, it worked out in my favor.
Maybe Yuna calling me Oppa had spurred her on, but Jeong Yesol had declared she was going to call me Oppa too.
"Oppa, are you free this evening by any chance?"
"Tonight… tonight? I am free, yeah."
"The dinner I said I'd buy you next week—how about tonight instead?"
"Me? As long as Yesol… as long as you're okay with it, I'd love to."
"Then let's eat tonight. Right after we finish, this evening."
"Y-yeah. Okay."
So the meal we'd planned for next week got moved up to today.
Jeong Yesol calling me Oppa felt completely different from the way Yuna did it.
Yuna looked every bit the little sister from the start, and with all her clingy affection she just came off cute and pretty.
But Jeong Yesol—three years younger than Yuna—had the opposite vibe and appearance. She was far more adult.
When a girl who radiated such a strong sense of being a woman called me that, it hit me harder with the feeling of a relationship between grown man and woman… how should I put it.
Ah, whatever.
I just liked it.
Enough that I couldn't keep the corners of my mouth from lifting.
Which was why, while I was still stuck in that afterglow and couldn't get the lesson moving, Jeong Yesol turned to me with something almost combative on her face.
"Oppa. I'm sorry, but I can't focus on self-defense class right now. Would it be all right if we skipped straight to the next part today?"
"The next part? Sure. Whatever you want, Yesol. Oppa… kh… Oppa will do anything for you. Whatever you want."
"Thank you. Then I'd like my nutritional supplement first."
Thump.
With those words, Jeong Yesol sank to her knees in front of me. Her eyes burned as they fixed on my lower half.
"Y-you want your nutritional supplement? Got it. Coming right up."
Shff!
I fumbled my dobok pants and underwear down in a hurry. My Yesol wanted to suck my cock—I had to get it in her mouth as soon as possible.
The cock that had already been raging for a while thanks to Yesol's swimsuit came free.
At the same moment, Jeong Yesol pushed her face in.
"Slurp… mm… chuuup… slurp…"
Knead…
"Kh… Ye-Yesol?"
As I remembered it, I'd taught Yesol to kneel quietly and simply open her mouth.
But Jeong Yesol was aggressively sticking her tongue out to lick my shaft, pressing her lips to it in little kisses, and fondling my balls with her hand.
It was excellent work—exactly the kind that made a cock even angrier. Startled, I called her name, and she looked up as if to ask what the problem was.
"Oppa told me last time that if I wanted to touch your body I could touch as much as I liked. That knowing a man's body well makes counterattacks better too. This is… a man's weak point, right?"
Knead, knead…
"Ugh… y-yeah, it is, but… that spot's a weak point and also a little…"
"The place that feels good for a man if you touch it gently? I saw it online."
"That's true, but…"
"So I'm doing it right, then? You said your body has to get excited for the nutritional supplement to come out better."
"Th-that's… right?"
"Then I'll keep going."
"Y-yeah."
"Slaaarp… mmm…"
"Kh—!"
Yesol pressed her face right up against my cock, stuck her tongue out long, and dragged it the full length of the shaft. She pursed her lips and gave it a wet little suck.
And just like last time, her eyes stayed locked on my face.
She was watching my reactions.
Of course I trembled under the wet play of her tongue on my cock. The stimulation made my face twist on its own.
How could I not, when a gorgeously pretty twenty-year-old college girl was licking my cock this devotedly?
And then—
"Hauuup… chuuuup… slaaarp…"
"Good… Yesol… your mouth feels so good… ugh! Th-that, licking there with your tongue too…"
Yesol swallowed my cock.
From the moment it entered her mouth, it was pure bliss.
The way her soft lips clamped around the shaft. The way her pliant tongue, cheeks, and the roof of her mouth wrapped the entire head.
When it came to mouth-pussy, Yesol really was the best.
If Yena was the undisputed number one lower pussy, Yesol was the number one mouth-pussy.
Truly worthy of being my cock's home…
No, wait. Calling my prospective girlfriend a cock-house is a little much. Cock case… but nothing else has quite the same ring as cock-hou—ah!
I couldn't keep the idle thoughts going for long.
"Chuurp… mm, mmm…! Uuup…!"
Maybe she'd noticed I was zoning out—Yesol suddenly clamped down harder and took me so deep I hit the back of her throat.
I grabbed her head on reflex and almost started moving my hips to finish, then hesitated.
Dropping the formal speech had brought us closer—and somehow that made it harder to treat her body roughly.
So I just held on awkwardly, gently stroking her cheek and hair.
"Churrrp…"
Yesol sucked my cock and shot me a look.
Do whatever you want.
She didn't say it out loud, but the slight nod and the smiling eyes felt exactly like that.
The second I saw it, I got insanely turned on.
And I wanted it.
If this girl—who looked chic on the outside but was surprisingly well-mannered, feminine, and even devoted—became my girlfriend…
I really, truly thought I would be happy.
I wanted to date Jeong Yesol. Badly.
With that thought, I gripped her head and rolled my hips. As carefully as I could, so she wouldn't struggle.
"Uup, uup… chyuup…!"
Even while the thrusts into her throat made it hard for her, she put everything she had into holding my cock and working it with her tongue.
I barely thrust into that mouth full of wet heat a few times before I couldn't last any longer.
"Hah…! Yesol! Nutritional supplement incoming!!"
"Hwuup…!"
Spuuuurt…!! Spurt!!
"Uup… gulp… gulp, gulp… mm…"
Yesol drank down the thick load I pumped out like it was delicious.
Not a single drop left behind.
At the end she even flicked her tongue over my slit, cleaning me thoroughly, before she finally let my cock slip from her mouth.
"Hah… Oppa."
"Yeah?"
"You gave that other girl member a nutritional supplement earlier too, right?"
"…I d-did? I give them to all the members…"
"Between her and me—whose mouth got you more excited?"
"Yours. Definitely yours."
I answered Yesol's question instantly. There was nothing to think about. Yuna's mouth felt good, sure—but it wasn't on Yesol's mouth-pussy level.
My answer had shot out in 0.1 seconds, and Yesol seemed pleased; the corner of her mouth lifted a little as she asked again.
"Then what about all the other members combined?"
"That's you too, of course. Honestly, finishing this fast doesn't even make sense. Whether I'm giving oral nutritional supplement or vaginal internal nutritional supplement… your mouth and your pussy feel the best and get me the most worked up."
"…Heh."
I mixed genuine feeling with a little lip service.
When it came to mouths, I meant every word—but pussies were a different story, if I was being honest.
Take away the buff of being a girl I was into, and Yena's pussy was the undisputed number one without argument. Lee Dami's slick, wet cheating pussy and Yuna's tight little squeeze weren't far behind either.
Of course Jeong Yesol had no way of knowing the private ranking I kept of other women's pussies, so her smile only deepened.
I found myself smiling too.
Telling her that her mouth and pussy felt better than anyone else's, and watching the girl in front of me light up over it—she was incredibly lovable.
I poured that feeling into stroking her hair.
Stroke, stroke…
"Mmm…"
Most women hated having their hair touched casually, but Jeong Yesol accepted my petting gladly and smiled. It was adorable.
"Yesol. Want to stand up and brace against the mirror? I'll give you internal nutritional supplement too. While I massage you until you feel good."
"Yes, Oppa."
The second I finished speaking she was on her feet and bracing against the wall mirror.
Having done this once before, she even stuck her ass out on her own—truly obedient.
From that position, Jeong Yesol watched my face in the glass.
Same as when she sucked me—she seemed to like getting the job done while reading my reactions.
And since I could watch Yesol's panting face in the mirror too, it was a win-win.
I stepped up behind her and first tugged the top of her swimsuit down.
Sway…!
So I could see her pretty breasts bounce in the mirror.
Then I pressed flush against her ass and, without taking the swimsuit off, simply hooked the crotch aside.
Schlick…
"Hahng…"
"Did you get ready while you were sucking Oppa's cock? Your pussy's soaked, Yesol."
"That… it was like that even before."
"It was?"
"I get wet just from Oppa holding my hand… or just from a hand massage."
"I-is that so? I see…"
"Yes."
"……."
Yesol's answer was so blunt and certain that my face heated up instead.
Should I… thank Yuna for this?
One little interruption and she'd turned Yesol into this.
I was so happy and pleased that my chest didn't just flutter—it caught fire.
I couldn't even figure out what to say.
So I just used my body.
Schlick…
"Aang…"
I pressed my cock against the soft folds of Yesol's pussy, already glazed in sticky juices and closed tight.
I rubbed between those plush lips for a moment, then spread her cute little hole and pushed inside.
Schliiick… schlick…!
"Ahheuuu…!!"
No matter how many times I saw it, it was filthy—watching a woman's hole forced wide around my cock—while my ears drank in Yesol's moans.
I savored the way she dripped pussy juice and reacted with pure delight.
Thrust…!
"Oeuuk♡"
At last I sank in to the root, pressed my pubic bone flush against Yesol's ass, bent over her, and pulled her into my arms.
Squeeze… knead!
Both hands working her breasts and nipples, I whispered softly against her.
"Yesol. Oppa's going to make your pussy feel good. You know, right? Don't hold back your voice, and if you want anything, just say it. Then Oppa will give you your nutritional supplement nice and qui—"
"Heut… O-Oppa…"
"What is it, Yesol?"
"However is comfortable for Oppa… mm… however you want… please. I'll stay… quiet… heut…"
"……."
"As much as you want… please…"
"…Yeah. Got it."
I straightened up again.
When Yesol said it like that, hesitating any longer would have been a failure as a man and as her instructor.
So more words weren't needed. I gripped the waist of Yesol in her sexy swimsuit and, like I was railing her on a beach—
Schlick… schlick! Thwack, thwack! Smaaack…!!!
"Oeuut…!! Haaang, haang! Ang, aang, ang!"
I worked my hips hard. Exactly the way I wanted, as fiercely as I was turned on, slamming into Yesol's ass.
Schlick, schliick! Smack, smack, smack, smack!
"Ahak…! O-Oppa… ang! It feels… good…! Aang!"
"Oppa likes it too, Yesol! I'm going to fuck you harder!"
"Yes, yes…! Heut… please… haeuaaang…!!!"
I drove my cock into Yesol's pussy without holding back—so much softer and tastier in the way it clamped down than last week.
And in that moment.
I fell for Jeong Yesol all over again.
Even if for now it was still only a "massage" and not sex—this girl showing me such obedient submission and letting me hear those filthy, ragged breaths.
One oral nutritional supplement. One internal vaginal nutritional supplement.
After that we washed up in the shower.
Normally I would've fucked her once more in the shower, then again outside, and even gotten another look at Yesol's shy little pee like last week.
We would've packed the time full that way.
Shhhhh…
"…Instructor. Aren't you hungry?"
"I am… I mean, yeah, I'm hungry. Sorry—mind if we end class a little early today?"
"I'd like that. I'm hungry too, so it's hard to keep going."
Once the water had cooled my head a little, my mind was full of nothing but dinner instead of the lesson.
So I took Jeong Yesol up on the suggestion that already held a quiet wish of her own.
Massages were nice. Nutritional supplements were nice.
But today, none of that was what mattered.
Stroke, stroke… stroke…
While we showered I focused only on getting clean, without groping more than I had to.
And Jeong Yesol did the same. She washed herself thoroughly. Every inch.
When we finished, we got dressed and left the dojo.
"Let's go, Oppa."
"Let's."
For now, not holding hands—just walking close enough that our shoulders nearly touched.