Don't Force Your Tiny Tits on Me
"Seriously, she won't back down even once..."
Lee Hye-ri bit her lip as she stared at the text from Kim Siu.
She'd sent him a photo to tease him—one taken right after her workout, her whole body drenched in sweat. A full-body mirror shot, just like those influencers post on social media.
The difference from those influencers' pics? Theirs had filters and edits. Hers didn't. And it was perfect.
Hye-ri took pride in her perfectly sculpted body, honed by relentless training. Not every day, but on good training days like today, she'd snap a pic like this. Never to show off to anyone—just for her own satisfaction.
'Even a perv like Teacher would be shocked by this.'
That's why she'd sent it. She couldn't say why the urge hit her. Maybe because he'd bluntly told her to strip out of nowhere. Or because he'd demanded homework reports by text but ignored them when she sent them. Or maybe because no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't surpass his unexpectedly sharp skills.
Or perhaps it was that burning desire to beat her teacher, who kept toying with her from above.
As expected, the response came instantly—before she could even finish typing her message, the "1" vanished.
"Teacher's a guy after all."
A strange thrill of victory made her heart race. I win.
Her mood lifted. She'd felt tossed around by Kim Siu these past few days, but now she could breathe easy. He was probably clenching his fists, trembling in frustration at getting owned.
"Sweet revenge. Heh heh."
Bet he's regretting it now. He'll respect me more. No more random "strip" orders like last time.
Or so she'd thought.
But Kim Siu was rock-solid. Like a fortress wall. His reply was firm, refusing to yield—like he was declaring he wouldn't go down easy.
The total opposite of what Hye-ri had hoped.
"Stubborn as my brother."
That unyielding wall of pride, never admitting defeat. Hye-ri had her own stubborn streak, inherited from her brother Lee Kang-san. But she saw hers as different.
"Think I'll back off here?"
She'd send even more blatant ones. Snap pics that would shock that stone-faced bastard.
But...
"Isn't that photo a bit too explicit...?"
No! No way.
"Can't retreat now."
That would mean defeat. His text boiled down to: I know what you're up to, so don't bother. This won't work on me.
Whether he was trying to play the mature adult or just dismiss her as a bratty kid not worth his time, it stung her pride.
"I won't lose."
Tomorrow, she'd snap a pic to make Kim Siu freak out. Hye-ri vowed it.
"Huff... huff..."
Hye-ri finished her training for the day. Her stamina had built up nicely; Kim Siu's hellish 25 sets of squats were a breeze now.
"I'm the best. This is nothing now."
Though he'd scared her with the endurance grind, she'd mastered it in under two weeks. Insane growth.
Her mouth boasted, but deep down, she knew. This explosive progress was all thanks to Kim Siu.
She didn't know about his Growth Assistance skill, of course. But his methods worked on her, and she felt it in her body.
"Definitely... Teacher's helping."
Since he became her tutor, her growth had accelerated ridiculously. Her stamina, once plateaued, had broken through to a new level.
Tanks needed ironclad endurance as a foundation. At this rate, she'd be a real tank soon.
'Do I really have talent as a tank?'
Kim Siu's words echoed: You've got more potential as a tank than a DPS.
A dodgy tank—evade attacks max, shove in damage, pull aggro to yourself.
Not even a standard tank, he'd said. But unlike others pushing DPS, he saw her as tank material. The one calling her Korea's supernova DPS? He said tank suited her better. The only one.
Her heart fluttered. Familiar praise as DPS, but tank compliments? New territory.
Praise from your sole cheerleader sticks deep. He wasn't scheming it, but his words were slowly reshaping her.
"To be a frontline evasion tank, I gotta master this."
Cheonryu Swordsmanship from Geom-seong himself. No clue how her teacher got it, but...
It's for you. Learn it. Master this, and she'd be a true tank.
"Teacher's a jerk, but he doesn't spout nonsense."
Today's practice failed, of course. Arms shaking, she'd twisted against the training bot's strikes endlessly. Zero successes.
"Need more time."
Recovering on the floor, she stood before the full-body mirror. Acknowledging him didn't mean backing down.
"No way I'm losing. Who's scared?"
She'd make him panic, speechless. First time, embarrassing and shameful... but he'd seen her naked anyway. Whatever.
Biting her lip, Hye-ri grabbed her phone. She lifted the hem of her tank top with one hand. The curve beneath her ample breasts peeked out shyly.
Click!
"This punk..."
Kim Siu figured a stern talking-to would make her cower and revert to texting homework updates. He'd kept his tone cool, thinking he'd scolded her properly.
But this time, she'd upped the ante—more explicit than before.
Still in tank top and leggings, full-body mirror selfie. Same setup.
Except...
"Way too blatant."
Tank top hiked up, underboob exposed. DIY underboob fashion. Who'd send that?
Sent pic as ordered.
This what you wanted?
Pervert Teacher.
She didn't seem experienced, but... no way.
"Trying to one-up me on purpose?"
This was rebellion. A bid to seize control of lessons.
"Daring to tease her teacher."
Bold as hell. Time for stricter discipline this session. Push till other thoughts evaporated. One solid punishment, and she'd wise up. Touch this teacher, get bit. He'd chomp hard. No more defiance.
With that, he replied.
Fail to grasp Cheonryu Swordsmanship principles by tomorrow? Extra punishment.
A garbled rage-reply came.
One thing clear: she was pissed.
That's
what
you
say?!
You don't even
know my size,
don't talk like that.
They're actually
big... size-wise...
He turned off read receipts and closed his phone.
"Lesson time's gonna be fun."
Rich girl had a surprising tease factor. He flicked on the TV—a hot variety show, Mina's Pocha.
Female celeb who'd blown up last year hosted, chatting casually with guests. Han Mi-na, right? Stunning looks that didn't feel human, killer vocals. Famous for both.
"She's huge right now."
But... had Yoo Ara and Hye-ri ruined him? Eyes too picky? Watching Mina's Pocha, he tilted his head.
"Not that pretty..."
Where's the hype? Pretty, sure. Celeb-level pretty. But not mind-blowing.
"Huh. Standards too high?"
Maybe. Big problem—might not date anyone else. Silly thought, when...
A guest's question caught his ear: Oh yeah, Mina goes to the academy too, right? Top grades. Any tips for me?
Two years. Same year as Yoo Ara—though she'd repeated.
"Academy kids can be celebs now?"
Hunter influencers and idols were a thing these days.
"World's changed."
Back in his day, academy students becoming celebs? Taboo. No rule against it, but seniors and profs made it hell.
Keep it up, you'll flunk. Celeb dips tanked grades, leading to repeats. System deterred most. Even prior celebs dialed back post-enrollment. Academy grad title carried huge weight in hunter world. Go idol after.
"Confident in grades, huh."
Curious now. How good to juggle both?
Seeing her on TV, academy student. Thought students avoid celeb stuff.
She doesn't care about that stuff.
Her team's always top-tier, so she scores high relative to skill.
Huh. Interesting. Pushed by agency? Nah—academy elites wouldn't bite for cash. Billions meaningless to them.
Not bought grades.
"Selling looks?"
Entertainment world's dark underbelly rumors. Moths to a flame for beauties.
He dropped interest.
Teacher like celebs? Bad idea. Won't hire private tutor?
You'll regret. Her personality sucks. Don't fall for the flash. Better look closer to home. Like...
Her frantic texts post-Mina mention? Adorable jealousy.
"Good work."
Han Mi-na exchanged goodbyes with staff and celebs, entering the waiting room.
"Phew... day's done."
She slumped on the sofa, sighing in relief. Exhausting. She wanted out.
Spotlight wasn't her thing. Opposite, really. Holed up alone at home—that was her hobby, her specialty.
Remaining Duration: 1 hour 20 minutes
"Manager."
"Yes, Mina?"
"Going home."
"But schedules..."
"Home. Now."
She shoved her phone at manager Kang Jung-hoon.
"N-no arguing. Home. Quick."
His eyes glazed; he nodded.
"Got... it."
Using ability.
Duration reduced.
Remaining Duration: 55 minutes
"Great job! Come again!"
"...Yeah."
Mi-na rushed the elevator.
Remaining Duration: 2 minutes
Ding-dong.
She bolted out, flung open the door.
Remaining Duration: 1 minute
Slam! Door shut, lights on.
Glam mirror showed Han Mi-na.
All time used.
"Haa."
Relief washed over her. Made it home in time.
"Cl-close call."
Body trembling. Couldn't even meet her mirror eyes.
Personality flipped completely. The bold woman dazzling cameras moments ago? Gone. Replaced by ultra-shy girl dodging her own reflection.
Effect worn off. Her ability that turned timid, introverted her into shining idol Han Mi-na.
"Phew... g-good thing. Heh heh heh, d-did great today."
Mi-na's vibe shifted instantly. No one would know. The radiant Han Mi-na couldn't chat properly without it.
No—mustn't let anyone know. Had to stay secret.
To protect this life... absolutely.
"N-need rest. L-lately, duration's too sh-short."
Trembling anxiously, she checked her status.
[Active: Hypnosis (S)]
[Control desired targets.]
Hypnosis.