Chapter 9
Chapter 9
Chapter 9: I'll Teach You Self-Defense Techniques
I couldn't tear my eyes away.
My gaze was fixed on Jeong Ye-sol's snow-white breasts and the pink nipples at their tips.
'Pretty...'
I murmured the admiration in my mind, dazed. Even if just a part, I could clearly appreciate the beauty of the female body. It wasn't just her breasts. From her straight collarbone down to the smooth stomach visible below her chest and her tiny navel. I wanted to take a photo and treasure it forever.
"Feels a bit empty but it's nice and cool."
At Jeong Ye-sol's casual words, as if it wasn't a bad thing at all, I finally slowly lifted my head. Our eyes met.
This girl, pretty enough to pass for some idol without question, with an aura that surely drew tons of "cool" comments from her female friends. She was boldly exposing her bare breasts through the loose dobok and staring straight into my eyes. That fact wrapped my body and mind in unparalleled excitement.
"When do we start?"
Her urging words reached me like this: "When are you going to touch my breasts?"
It was completely different content, but that's how it came across. Of course.
"Let's do it."
I welcomed it.
Jeong Ye-sol faced the Dojang Master standing before her, Joo Seong-hyeon.
"Today's lesson will start with me teaching you self-defense techniques, then you'll practice them, and after that, we'll do some real combat simulation to make it feel like the real thing."
He was tall and well-built, with a somewhat rough, intimidating face that might make her avoid him if seen elsewhere. But as a Dojang Master, he inspired quite a bit of trust.
'Why does he keep staring at my chest?'
Still, she found it a little odd how he'd been glancing at her chest repeatedly since earlier. It didn't bother her much, though. For now, Jeong Ye-sol was in a good mood. She was thrilled to properly learn the self-defense techniques that had piqued her interest, and the discount from some event meant less spending than expected.
Above all.
'It really feels refreshing.'
Just as Joo Seong-hyeon had said, ditching the bra and t-shirt underneath and wearing only the dobok on top felt incredibly comfortable. She'd worn bras and inner shirts her whole life since upper elementary school, and while familiar, they weren't without discomfort. Plus, the dojang was a bit warm from the heating compared to the chilly outside, so this solved everything.
She'd rarely been this relaxed even at home, with her dad or stepbrother around. But here, she felt at ease body and mind because 'in this dojang, she didn't need to worry about such things.'
'My breasts do bounce a bit but I'm not running around here anyway.'
Vigorous movement might cause pain from the bouncing, but she probably wouldn't move that intensely here. This comfort and coolness were the best.
Her greatly improved mood (though it didn't show on her face) led Jeong Ye-sol to enthusiastically discuss the lesson with Joo Seong-hyeon.
"Do other dojangs usually just teach techniques like this? I saw all sorts of stuff on YouTube."
"If you're properly learning martial arts, they start with dojang etiquette, posture, falling techniques, and such. But I skipped all that for you since it didn't seem necessary. If we go full-on, we'd need more time, and I didn't want to burden you unnecessarily."
Jeong Ye-sol nodded at Joo Seong-hyeon's words. That definitely sounded off-putting. Unlike his rugged face, he surprisingly knew how to be considerate in detail. She was interested in practical self-defense she could use right away, not learning martial arts like Hapkido or Jiu-Jitsu. Besides, as a busy, fun college freshman packed with plans, squeezing in a couple hours on weekends was her limit.
"Falling techniques are helpful, so if you get interested later, I'll teach you then. For now, the plan is light so you can come without pressure."
"Thank you for thinking of that."
"No problem. Today, we'll cover responses to various situations and a few more wrist locks. This wrist lock varies depending on whether you're grabbed from the front, back, wrist grabbed, inner or outer wrist..."
The lesson soon began, and Jeong Ye-sol listened attentively. Joo Seong-hyeon didn't just explain verbally; he demonstrated with his body each time to make it easy to understand. For example, now grabbing her wrist from behind and showing the motion.
"Like this, grabbed from behind? Usually, you'd pull away, but shaking off a determined guy isn't easy. Instead, lunge toward the pull to throw him off, then kick the groin with your foot..."
"Like this?"
"Kick as hard as you can. In a real situation, your stance might falter, so you won't hit full force. Want to try?"
"You sure?"
"Surprise attack from a stranger would catch you off guard, but knowing it lets you prepare. Don't worry, go for it."
Despite knowing he was the teacher, his confident words irked Jeong Ye-sol a bit. So when he grabbed her wrist from behind, she acted without hesitation as instructed. Pulled by his strength, pretending to stumble into his arms, she aimed her foot between his legs!
Thwack!
"Whoa, that kick had more power than expected... nice!"
"Hmph."
He easily caught her leg with his hand. Her lips pouted, but his praise felt good.
'Not bad. Gotta remember this.'
It was quite practical. It looked simple, but without learning it, in a real situation, she'd probably just yank her wrist like he said. But now that she knew this method, she could counter more aggressively.
'Grab my wrist without permission? This is what you get.'
After that, she learned a few more ways to escape and counter wrist locks or arm grabs. When Joo Seong-hyeon explained and demonstrated, Jeong Ye-sol followed smoothly. It was easy. Jeong Ye-sol was surprised at herself. She'd picked up quickly last time too, but she hadn't realized she had such good athletic sense.
"Ye-sol, aren't you way too good at this? In a month or two, you'll know most of it."
"You're just teaching the easy stuff. More importantly, you mentioned real combat practice after drills? Let's do that."
"Confident, huh? Alright, moving to combat simulation."
The lesson atmosphere was incredibly lively. Jeong Ye-sol loved how Joo Seong-hyeon taught only practical, fun techniques tailored to her. And Dojang Master Joo Seong-hyeon wore a satisfied smile seeing her absorb it like a sponge.
No, beyond satisfied, something like...
'Is he smiling because I'm learning well? What's with him?'
He was grinning ear to ear, almost foolishly. Wondering why, she furrowed her brows at him and realized his gaze was on her chest. She'd ignored it during the intense lesson, but now he was grinning openly at her breasts like before.
Jeong Ye-sol looked down at her body.
"Ah."
She realized her dobok top was a mess. It had come undone and shifted to one side, exposing her left shoulder and breast. Her pudding-like pretty breasts that any man would want to touch at least once upon seeing. She'd been showing them to Joo Seong-hyeon, and he was staring blatantly with that weird grin.
But Jeong Ye-sol didn't mind. Exposing herself to the master while moving in the dojang was bound to happen. Still, she couldn't leave it like this, so she started fixing her clothes. But Joo Seong-hyeon stopped her.
"Ah, Ye-sol! Let me fix it for you."
"It's fine. I can do it."
"No, as the Dojang Master, I might not do everything else, but I want to make sure your dobok is proper. Leave it to me."
"Fine, whatever."
She wondered why bother, but since the Dojang Master insisted, Jeong Ye-sol stopped her hands. At the same time, he hurried behind her. Why behind, not front? But she waited obediently for his touch.
Joo Seong-hyeon's hands grasped the shoulder part of her dobok.
Rustle.
He first lifted the dobok that had slipped to the side back into place. Then next. His hands slipped between her armpits. Those thick male hands. For some reason trembling slightly, his large right hand.
Soon.
Squish.
It covered Jeong Ye-sol's round breast that had peeked out from beside the dobok collar. At the touch of that rough yet warm hand, cupping her fairly large breasts from below compared to average.
"Mm..."
Jeong Ye-sol felt a strange sensation. From birth until this moment, the only one besides herself to knead her bare breasts was Joo Seong-hyeon. In high school, a friend had playfully groped over her bra once, but it was brief and over clothes, so no real feeling. The only times she'd cupped her own breasts like this were very occasionally, when masturbating alone. Since playing with her breasts or nipples felt good.
Excluding those self-touches, he was the only other person. Of course, as Dojang Master, it wasn't sexual, so no need to mind.
'Hand... ah... this...'
For some reason, her body started to tingle bit by bit. The sensation and warmth of the hand gripping her breast felt... yeah. Good. But just that much. His touch felt subtly pleasant. It briefly crossed her mind to masturbate, something she hadn't done in a few weeks. Just that level of event.
While she stiffened at the ticklish sensation, staying still. Joo Seong-hyeon, who had also paused with her breast in hand. Moved his thumb and index finger. And pinched with force.
Squeeze.
The moment her pink nipple, soft and protruding, showing signs of hardening, was caught between his fingers.
"Eek!"
Jeong Ye-sol let out a moan involuntarily. In a fragile voice she'd never uttered aloud in her life.