I, Harem Stud Geum Tae-yang, Will Awaken Jo Yu-mi's Feminine Power Through Training [First Training Session Begins]
Ah, fuck... I should've been wearing nicer underwear for once... They're all worn out, what even is this, seriously... So embarrassing...
Fumble...! Fumble...! Fumble...!
The male she'd taken a liking to was demanding to see her breasts.
Innocent female Jo Yu-mi felt a surge of excitement and complied, eagerly undoing her top to answer that demand.
And in that same moment, she was evolving into a female who knew how to fully savor the feelings of romance.
The desire to look pretty for the male on the other end, the desire to be seen as a female he wanted to claim — those feelings were rising within her.
And so she was angry.
For the first time, this woman who had never put even a shred of effort into her appearance found her own life pathetic and hopelessly uncool.
"Yu-mi, your body is such a masterpiece that no matter the situation, no matter what you wear, you can't help but be attractive."
Had he read Jo Yu-mi's psychological state? Geum Tae-yang delivered a line that would drive a woman whose self-esteem had plummeted to absolute rock bottom into delirious joy.
Of course, as a man who now kept two women, Geum Tae-yang could roughly infer the background just from Jo Yu-mi's expression. Though it was less analysis and more instinctive recognition.
Like a piranha that had caught the scent of blood, Geum Tae-yang unerringly perceived Jo Yu-mi's state — her feminine power fully activated. And so he mercilessly tore into the romantic feelings of this plump, innocent twenty-one-year-old woman.
"Hnnnngh...! Hnnnnngh...! Hnnh...!"
Fumble! Fumble! Rustle! Fumble!
Jo Yu-mi, her tender twenty-one-year-old sensibilities savagely bitten into, reacted as if she were coming undone. Her breathing so ragged she couldn't form words, her hands moved frantically, desperate to show off her breasts to the male named Geum Tae-yang as quickly as possible.
Bounce! Bounce!
At last, Jo Yu-mi's full, 75F breasts were bared, slick with sweat.
Whoa...!!!
The sight of Jo Yu-mi's revealed tits — in that instant, Geum Tae-yang's pupils dilated.
Look at that taut skin!! The shape is just overflowing with energy????
Jo Yu-mi truly lived up to her natural athlete's physique. Despite their massive size, the way they bounced was astonishingly aggressive.
"S-so...? Are they okay...?"
But contrary to those aggressive tits on display, Jo Yu-mi, baring her breasts to a man for the first time in her life, was bashful. Beyond a mere blush — her face had gone bright red. Looking like that, she slightly averted her eyes from Geum Tae-yang's gaze and asked.
Sliide...!
What's more, Jo Yu-mi pushed her chest slightly forward. Separate from the embarrassment, the reason she'd bared her tits in the first place was ultimately because she wanted to look good for Geum Tae-yang. This was Jo Yu-mi's strong will to achieve that purpose.
"Whoa fuck... Those are some goddamn incredible breasts for real... Hooooh..."
Geum Tae-yang — he had grown tremendously. In the early days of the apocalypse, he would have refined his surging feelings into a carefully curated review. But Geum Tae-yang knew. When the woman on the other end had shown this much initiative, an unfiltered reaction was the right call. And so Geum Tae-yang let out a truly vulgar, blatantly explicit exclamation of admiration.
But one thing that shouldn't be overlooked in evaluating Geum Tae-yang's current approach: he had deliberately used the word "breasts" rather than "tits." The female on the other end was showing off her feminine sex symbol to a man for the first time in her life. Taking that into account, Geum Tae-yang activated a skill befitting a seasoned harem stud — planting an image of himself as not crude, but refined and sophisticated.
"I-it's embarrassing, but... hearing you say that makes me feel good..."
A flush of pink...!
Geum Tae-yang's seasoned response soothed the innocent heart nestled within Jo Yu-mi's massive breasts, which had been pulled free of her shabby bra, pickled in sweat. And so Jo Yu-mi's expression shifted from the helpless, pure crimson of moments before to cheeks glowing a rosy peach-pink.
"It's not lip service — they're really incredible... If I were next to you I'd be touching them right now... Hooooh..."
Geum Tae-yang had shown off his own brand of experience, but it seemed his own arousal had climbed as well. Of course, at his side he had Kim Min-jung's 75J cups and Park A-young's 75G cups. But the obscenity that sparks arousal is never confined to mathematical numbers and sizes. Composition, timing, and storytelling claim no small share of it.
In other words: an overwhelmingly beautiful tomboy jock girl had, mid-zombie-killing, bared her tits during a video call with him. And on top of that, she was being shy about it. So of course Geum Tae-yang couldn't hide the arousal surging through him. Unlike the somewhat calculated admiration of moments before, this was Geum Tae-yang showing a raw, unfiltered reaction.
"Well... honestly, I think it'd be fine if you touched them..."
Jo Yu-mi's answer to that was truly something else. Trailing off to an extreme degree, she mumbled that it would be okay for Geum Tae-yang to touch her breasts. In a truly tiny voice — a whisper so soft it was barely audible.
"Khnnngh...! Yu-mi... could you try touching those breasts yourself in a sexy way...???"
In reality, Geum Tae-yang hadn't heard her. Of course her quiet voice was one reason, but more than anything, his arousal had gone so far past the limit that his eyes had rolled back. That state was fully on display now — Geum Tae-yang was panting like a pervert, requesting that she at least let him feel the texture of her breasts indirectly.
"Like this...? Is this how...?"
Squeeze...! Squeeze...! Squeeze...!
If Park A-young's looks were those of a haughty cat, Jo Yu-mi looked genuinely fierce. A predatory beast's presence, one might call it. Wearing an expression of utmost tension, she obeyed Geum Tae-yang's words and began kneading her own massive breasts.
"I've never done anything with my chest before... so go easy on me even if I'm clumsy..."
Jo Yu-mi's hands were callused from years of dedicated training. With those hands, she clumsily, amateurishly kneaded her copper-toned, springy massive breasts.
Khoooooh...! Incredible! The texture is fucking real! Hooooh...! And the way they're pickled in sweat, reflecting the sunlight too, goddamn!!!!
Her hand technique may have been amateurish, but the spectacle unfolding before Geum Tae-yang's eyes was art. Kim Min-jung and Park A-young's skin was white as snowflakes. And while they had a certain firmness, the fundamental base of both women was voluptuous flesh. But Jo Yu-mi possessed an entirely different allure.
Her lightly tanned skin, soaked in sweat, radiated an even more distinct presence. Like bodybuilders oiling up their brown skin, one might say. The abs and shoulder lines forged by innate athletic ability and years of training — a physical fantasia Geum Tae-yang had never before enjoyed was unfolding.
"Your nipples are hard, Yu-mi! Stimulate your nipples! The proper way is to brush over the areola first, then work the nipple!!!"
Geum Tae-yang, like a man glued to a mukbang YouTube video, had become completely immersed in his relationship with the Jo Yu-mi on screen.
"Haaaahn...! Hnnh..! Hnnnnngh...!"
Twirl-twirl-twirl-twirl...! Twirl-twirl-twirl-twirl...!
Jo Yu-mi faithfully followed the requests of her viewer, Geum Tae-yang. After stimulating her areolae, she twirled and twirled her nipples — her face melting into whimpers as she fully surrendered to the stimulation through her nipples. As she'd said, she'd never masturbated via her nipples before, so the ticklish, coquettish pleasure had her melting into it.
"Good, amazing, Yu-mi! While you're at it, try communicating with someone! Yeah! Do it while calling out the name of someone you like!"
"Or someone you used to like! You've got to have dated someone! If saying the real name is awkward, initials are fine!"
Watching Jo Yu-mi truly enjoying herself, a wave of satisfied elation washed over Geum Tae-yang. And so, wanting to inject her with his sexual philosophy of love between male and female, he demanded that Jo Yu-mi masturbate while calling out the initials of someone she currently liked, or someone she'd held feelings for in the past.
"So like... hnn! Haaahn! Th-that is...!"
"It's okay! Let it out, Yu-mi!!"
At Geum Tae-yang's second demand, Jo Yu-mi began to hesitate — and to that hesitation, Geum Tae-yang urged her to try even harder.
"K! K, I love you so much!! Hnngh! I like you so much, K!! Haaaaahn!!!"
And at last, from Jo Yu-mi's lips came the initials of the one she loved — it was none other than K.
"Hnngh! Haaaahn! K...! Kaaay..!! You're so sexy!! You're such a beast!! Hnnh!! Hhaaaaang!!"
Once it burst free, Jo Yu-mi unhesitatingly continued pouring out her craving for the one she loved. The initial K that Jo Yu-mi was crying out — who could it be? Geum Tae-yang.
And so, within the anonymous shield of an initial, Jo Yu-mi expressed her feelings toward Geum Tae-yang. The resulting catharsis, the sense of liberation — Jo Yu-mi had begun to fully savor those explosive emotions lined up in no small number. Born with a straightforward, open personality, even this small loosening of the reins was enough to transform her into an active volcano.
"Good! K! So it's K! Feel it to the fullest! Cry out more, Jo Yu-mi! You're worthy of it — you're so beautiful! You're looking absolutely your best right now!"
Geum Tae-yang felt a deep satisfaction. Since the apocalypse, he had attained a tremendous enlightenment. An enlightenment about love. An enlightenment about sex. And once one attains enlightenment, the desire to share it with the ignorant masses is only human nature for a sage. Geum Tae-yang was no different, and so he had readily accepted Jo Yu-mi's request for help with masturbation.
And Jo Yu-mi had followed his lead well. The result was this incredible performance on display. Wanting to encourage his lovely disciple's progress, Geum Tae-yang praised her even more passionately.
"Hhaaaahn! Nngh! You too...! Hnnngh! Tae-yang, you jerk off with me too...! Haaaaaaahn!!"
Disciple Jo Yu-mi, approaching enlightenment, immediately moved into practical application. Why should empathy exist only between lovers? Master and disciple could share empathy as well. Jo Yu-mi urged the master Geum Tae-yang who had helped her learn the great secret of pleasure not to end his teaching with words alone, but to lead by example.
"Okay! Got it! Honestly my cock was already hard!!!! Your look is fucking hot! I'll jerk it too, Yu-mi!"
Shliiiick!
Sure enough, Geum Tae-yang was no master who merely ran his mouth. In fact, he was already leading by example. His erect cock was the proof. What greater expression of a man's empathy could there be for a woman enjoying incredible masturbation than an erection!
Geum Tae-yang extended his phone camera forward to capture a waist shot down to his hips. The state of Geum Tae-yang's lower half thus revealed — Master Geum Tae-yang, aroused by disciple Jo Yu-mi's lewd display, had achieved a full erection.