Sexy Golfer Ryu Jihye

After savoring that sweet phone sex with Han Gyeowool, I opened the Manage App I'd completely forgotten about.

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Last time's session with Gyeowool had scored pretty high. Thanks to that, roughly seven hundred Education Points had piled up.

Hmm. Where should I spend these?

One Training Right was basically mandatory. The rest would be better spent on training locations or tools.

Might as well window-shop a little first.

With that thought, I started browsing the training locations at a leisurely pace. The endless list of concept options I'd seen on day one stretched out before me again.

Looking at them again, there were still so many interesting concepts. I browsed through them carefully before a far more important fact suddenly hit me.

Wait. Come to think of it… Mingyu's mom got divorced, didn't she?

An active pro golfer — a sleek, sexy sportstainer. Honestly, even being generous, her actual skill wasn't that great. Barely hanging on to her pro credentials. But in this day and age, was raw ability all that mattered? A mediocre game was nothing compared to an outstanding face and body. Ryu Jihye was exactly that kind of player.

Thick, packed thighs. A firm, solid pelvis. And that luscious volume outlined beneath her golf wear. Jihye even enjoyed showing skin — posting bikini shots and Halloween costumes on her SNS, and favoring H-line golf outfits that put her figure front and center on ordinary days.

Of course, that blatant approach drew some criticism. People sniped that a pro athlete was competing with her body instead of her game. Being a married woman only made the judgment harsher. Naturally, her popularity scaled right along with the backlash.

For the record, I'd jerked off to Ryu Jihye videos more than a few times myself. Clips of her swinging with that dangerously tight ass line on full display. Her breasts were natural, too — bouncing obscenely with every swing. One of those videos had nearly ten million views.

And now that same woman was smiling brightly at me in a kindergarten. How was I supposed to not get hard?

On top of that, she'd been cheated on and divorced. For me, it was the perfect opportunity.

Yeah. Gyeowool could use a little cooling-off period.

I'd put Han Gyeowool's training on hold for a while and bring Ryu Jihye into the fold. Without competition, a woman never truly understood how precious her Master was. The moment a rival on Jihye's level showed up, Gyeowool would freak out and change her attitude. I really wanted to see the look on her face when she got that desperate.

So today's training target was decided: Ryu Jihye. Before anything else, I pulled up her profile.

"Damn. Look at that physique."

As expected of an athlete, her frame was on another level. Han Gyeowool at 168 cm already looked impossibly haughty and sexy — and Jihye was taller still, with an honest-to-god H-cup bust.

Huh? Didn't she say she was an E-cup last time, though?

She must have downplayed it because it sounded too big. Fair enough — even on video she looked way bigger than your average E-cup. Those things bounced like water balloons every time she swung.

As long as the shape was nice, bigger was always better. In that sense, Ryu Jihye's body was easily a match for Han Gyeowool's.

Pure facial beauty, though — Jihye fell a little short. Gyeowool had the kind of face people treated like a celebrity's. Jihye was less "perfect beauty" and more "the kind of face that makes you hard." Her body was optimized for fucking, and her face carried a sly, sultry heat of its own.

If Han Gyeowool was a proud, vicious black panther, Ryu Jihye was a fox swishing her tail. Her actual personality had that same coquettish, foxlike quality.

Just thinking about her made my cock start swelling. Males really were that shameless. I'd been basking in sweet phone sex with Gyeowool barely an hour ago — and the second a different kind of female caught my eye, my dick was already twitching again.

Just how good would Ryu Jihye be in bed? What kind of moans would she make? What positions would she like? A freshly divorced H-cup sexy golfer. The thought of tasting that fuckable little bitch made my mouth water on its own.

I licked my lips and purchased Ryu Jihye's Training Right. A pleased smile spread across my face.

After buying one Training Right for Ryu Jihye, I spent the remaining points unlocking one training location and one training tool.

For the location: Zombie Apocalypse. For the tool: the Potion of Excitement.

If there was one thing I'd learned from Gyeowool's sessions, it was this — you had to squeeze every drop of value out of the first training. From the second session onward, the target realized it was a dream world. Immersion in the setting went straight out the window.

That was why I chose Zombie Apocalypse this time — peak immersion. For the first training only, she'd believe every bit of it was real. That would make cracking Ryu Jihye's defenses far easier. And if I layered the Potion of Excitement on top of that?

You'd have to be an idiot not to seal the deal.

I nodded to myself and selected the training tools.

Once the selections were locked in, I hit the confirm button. The familiar pink kaleidoscope spun. Strange background music washed over me as my consciousness blurred. Before long, pitch-black silence settled in.

"Nngh…"

When I opened my eyes again, I was inside a hotel room steeped in a bleak, desolate atmosphere. Wallpaper torn in places. A queen-size bed soaked in blood. Broken windows and scattered furniture everywhere.

I realized a beat late that this was the dream world. The location I'd set was Zombie Apocalypse — so of course it looked like this.

Once my head cleared, I looked around. On the bed sat a large duffel bag holding the training tools I'd requested. Inside were all kinds of preserved food and drinking water, plus a single blade and a hunting crossbow.

Survive with this, huh.

You could stay in this virtual world for up to 144 hours. This time I planned to use every last minute of it. With Gyeowool, her personality had been so vicious I'd cut the session short out of fear of real-world retaliation. Ryu Jihye, though — she couldn't touch me in reality. She didn't have that kind of power or influence, and she wasn't half as venomous as Gyeowool either.

So this training had zero baggage. Hell, I could rape her the second I found her and it wouldn't matter. Affection would tank, sure — but what could she do about it? Nothing except sob while that luscious body got toyed with.

I let my imagination run wild over how I'd cook her, and at the same ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠time started searching for where she was. But after tearing through the entire hotel room, there was no sign of her.

Did I have to look outside the room? That would be a problem. Dream world or not, these were still zombies. The thought of running into them sent a quiet chill through me.

This isn't even a game. Zombie hunting? Seriously?

I drew the blade and swung it through the air a few times. Thankfully I wasn't completely uncoordinated — after a few repetitions, it started to feel natural. Next I loaded the crossbow and fired into a soft comforter. The bolt flew true to the point I'd aimed and punched clean through the mattress. The pulley system gave it serious power relative to the draw weight.

With gear like this, it shouldn't be that hard.

If things got truly dangerous, I could just end the training on the spot. Bolstered by that thought, I headed for the hotel room door.

Let's check outside first.

I put my eye to the peephole. The hotel corridor beyond was a disaster zone. Bloodstains splattered everywhere, and there were even corpses lying around. A queasy feeling rose in my gut as I muttered under my breath.

"…Fucking unnecessarily detailed."

I'd felt the same on the uninhabited island — from the victim's perspective, you'd absolutely believe this was real. Ryu Jihye was probably feeling something similar right now. Or worse — she might already be panicking under a crushing wave of terror. If a ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠zombie got to her before I did, that would be a real problem. I needed to move fast.

I loaded a bolt into the crossbow and strapped the blade to my belt. Then I slowly opened the front door. The old hinges groaned open with a hideous screech.

—Creeeak

"…Shit."

Off to a fantastic start. Whether it heard that sharp noise or not, a human silhouette suddenly appeared at the far end of the corridor. One look told me it wasn't normal. Its ankle was bent the wrong way, and it still staggered forward without hesitation — as if it couldn't feel the pain at all.

I immediately sighted on its brow. The ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠one silver lining: it didn't run or sprint. Its sluggish movements made aiming relatively easy. I drew a single breath — then pulled the crossbow's trigger.

—Thwang!

A single bolt shot forward like a flash of light.