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🕑 Added 2025-07-05 21:06:47 +0000 UTCEP.168 Martial Arts Director Cheon Ji-in 3
“Wow… he’s really handsome….”
“Ugh… I need to go to the bathroom!”
“That crazy girl… Just do it here! You’re leaving after seeing that face?”
“Leave her, she looks super turned on.”
Five minutes after I arrived at the martial arts hall and a woman went to inform the director of my visit, the woman returned, but the director still hadn’t appeared.
So I had no choice but to stand awkwardly among the women looking at me like I was a delicious meal.
The tanned skin of the women under the sun felt nice on my skin. Every time I made eye contact and smiled or nodded, little squeals echoed throughout the martial arts hall.
“Um….”
Just as one woman approached to speak to me, the martial arts director finally appeared.
“What’s this, you. Why are you here?”
She walked over with a slight frown, her skin slightly dewy as if she’d just washed up.
Sniff sniff.
Or not? Instead of soap or shampoo, a strong scent of sweat and female musk wafted from her.
Could it be… she was masturbating?
But she didn’t seem frustrated. Like the other women, she radiated strong sexual energy, but as someone well regarded by her subordinates, it didn’t seem like she’d masturbate during work hours.
“Why are you sniffing me like a puppy? What, does my sweat turn you on?”
As I inhaled her intoxicating, feminine scent, she was suddenly right in front of me.
The unique scent of an aroused woman, which I always noticed during sex, was even stronger now.
She must have been masturbating.
“Oh… look at this? You’re already getting hard.”
Unlike her initial frown, she now seemed quite pleased, apparently happy about my visit even though I’d interrupted her.
“Hello. I’m Baek Jihan. We met this morning, right?”
“…….”
She looked up at me from just below eye level, her sharp eyes now curved.
“Yeah, we met this morning. So why are you here? Hm? Did you come because you couldn’t wait to get fucked by me? Can’t even wait until tomorrow?”
She traced her finger along the waistband of my pants, following the outline of my erection without touching it directly.
The women who’d been ogling me at the entrance had already disappeared after the director arrived.
With just the two of us left, I stated my purpose.
“I want to learn martial arts.”
“Huh? Martial arts? A stud?”
“Is that not allowed?”
Her mocking expression vanished when she saw my serious face.
Just as I thought, she didn’t like men who acted submissive. I was glad I’d responded confidently.
“It’s not… impossible. But there are different martial arts for direct and branch family members. What do you think a stud gets to learn?”
“Ah.”
So there wasn’t a rule against studs learning martial arts, but there were differences based on status.
As the lowest in the food chain, that would apply to me too.
“Well… if you want to learn, I can teach you.”
Once the conversation shifted to martial arts, she dropped her playful tone and became serious, like a true martial artist.
“You’ve got a good physique, so you’ll at least be average. I don’t know if you’re talented, though.”
She came over and touched different parts of my body. Her touch made my semi-hard cock go fully hard, but she didn’t seem to care.
“But why do you want to learn martial arts? You probably won’t have to fight anyone here.”
I’d expected that question, so I gave my prepared answer.
“When will I ever have another chance to be here? I want to learn everything I can before my contract ends. I even asked the Ritual Director to teach me magic, and she said she would.”
“…What? Magic?”
To be precise, she said she’d ask the shaman for permission, but as expected, the Martial Arts Director—her biggest rival—immediately lost her hesitation.
“She even said she’d adapt it so I could use it with yang energy… You’ll teach me, right?”
I drove the point home. These women were already competing over who could make the stud cum more; there’s no way she’d back down from a pride match in her own field.
“Hm… is that so.”
She muttered, then clapped her hands together. The sharp sound echoed through the hall.
“Follow me. I’ll teach you myself.”
“Oh!”
Fortune favors the bold. By provoking her, I got the chance to be taught directly by the martial arts genius herself.
**
‘This is better than my plan.’
When I first heard Jihan was visiting, my plan was to work out with him and stoke his lust.
From touching him this morning, I knew he had a great body, so I figured he must work out regularly, and that’s why he’d come.
So I planned to use the excuse of helping him exercise to rub up against him… and eventually, my would-be master would lose control and fuck me roughly.
Of course, I had a backup plan.
If he managed to control himself, I’d get him drunk in the evening.
There was plenty of good alcohol, so we’d drink to relax, and then, with his inhibitions dulled, he’d fuck me just as roughly.
The key was, “I can’t drink much. Maybe half a bottle of soju?”
Normally, I drink by the bottle, but today I’d pretend to get drunk after a few glasses, pass out, and let him have his way with my defenseless body.
In case he was too gentle, I’d even tell him I sleep so deeply that I wouldn’t wake up if someone carried me away.
But—
“Wow, is this your personal training hall? It’s amazing. So much equipment.”
Things were going even better than my plan.
“We value the master-disciple bond. So from now on, you’ll call me Master.”
“Yes, Master. But… shouldn’t a disciple know their master’s name…?”
“Cheon Ji-in. That’s the name of your new master.”
By day, the obedient disciple; by night, the master who takes revenge for the humiliations of the day by giving perverted orders to her slave.
Squelch!
Just imagining it made my panties wet.
At the same time, I noticed Jihan glancing at my crotch and giving a faint smile.
There’s no way, but just thinking he might have noticed my arousal made my mouth water.
**
‘What’s this?’
Lost in thought, I suddenly noticed Cheon Ji-in—no, Master—smelling of pussy juice.
Does she get a thrill from training newbies as an expert?
She might just be a pervert… but honestly, I doubted it.
Whatever her personality or tastes, she seemed serious about martial arts, so I didn’t suspect anything lewd.
“The martial art I’ll teach you is Muneojang—Shaman’s Palm. It’s a palm technique, not a fist technique.”
“A palm technique…”
Honestly, I wasn’t expecting swordsmanship, but I’d hoped for something flashy like boxing or kicking. Palm techniques didn’t sound cool.
Sensing my disappointment, Master immediately demonstrated.
“It’s not a widely used martial art, but it’s useful… In modern terms, it has a high floor. You wouldn’t get good at swordsmanship quickly anyway.”
Watch closely—she said, taking a ready stance.
Standing before a training dummy, she placed her palm at her side. A cold energy swirled around her upturned palm.
As soon as I realized it was yin energy, her arm shot out like a spring. Her arm rotated half a turn as she struck the air.
I watched the strong, beautiful form. The martial arts of a master at her peak were so captivating, they detoxed my sex-obsessed brain.
Then—
BOOM!
A thunderous sound snapped me out of my trance.
I looked over in a daze. The training dummy in the center of the hall had exploded into pieces and was still rolling across the floor.
The destructive power made me gulp. I wasn’t drooling in anticipation of learning the technique, but at the thought of that attack being used on my family.
She noticed my stunned expression and smiled proudly.
“See? With steady practice, you can even attack at range like this. But like magic, martial arts require yin energy. You probably won’t be able to use it.”
Her tone became a bit stiff as she spoke as a teacher.
“I wasn’t going to teach you, but when I heard the Ritual Director was adapting magic, I changed my mind. That old hag wouldn’t say something so ridiculous without reason. So martial arts can probably be adapted too.”
Hearing that, I quickly regained my composure.
If I ever had to fight these people, I wouldn’t be much help… but at least I could protect myself.
Maybe, just maybe, I could protect my family too.
With my composure came renewed motivation.
I told Dambi the rough situation, then spent the rest of the day practicing my strikes.
And for some reason, Master looked both proud and a little impatient.
**
Because her disciple was more diligent than expected, Master’s plan fell apart.
She pretended to correct my stance, stroking my thigh, and even caressed my large, firm chest, but I didn’t get hard.
She admired my focus, but was also frustrated.
As dusk fell and night came to Munyeosan, she knew she couldn’t let me go yet. That’s why she’d made a second plan.
“Ahem, disciple.”
“Yes, Master. Thank you for today. I’ll be going…”
“Not so fast. Your great master isn’t finished speaking.”
“Oh, sorry.”
Seeing my inexperience with master-disciple etiquette, she laughed inside.
“It’s fate that we met. Would you like to have a drink together? Sharing a sincere conversation will deepen our bond.”
“Ah…”
Jihan hesitated. Drinking with a beautiful master was appealing, but he thought Dambi might be waiting.
Since we lived under the same roof now, he felt he should be considerate.
He called her, but fortunately, she said it was fine.
Jihan nodded.
“Don’t worry. I can’t handle much alcohol—just a little and I’m drunk.”
“Really? You look like you can drink a lot.”
“By the way, once I fall asleep, I won’t wake up even if someone carries me away.”
“…? Oh, okay.”
They headed for a private room where no one would disturb them.
Inside was a bed big enough for two and enough alcohol to numb a man’s senses.
