9 – Ballet Lesson

The indoor practice room was a space where all the walls except the door were mirrors.

In front of the mirrors, there was a bar to hold onto or lean against, and several trainees were lined up in front of it.

‘Damn it, damn it!’

Ha-yoon was no exception. With Kim Seon-ah’s help, she had come out of the shower room, but due to time constraints, she had no choice but to head straight to the indoor practice room.

As soon as she entered, she hurriedly put on the clothes she had received and waited like this.

The problem was the clothes she was wearing.

The top and panty part, commonly called a leotard, was not like the functional wear of the gymnasts she knew.

Of course, it was tight and constricting, so there was no problem functionally…

‘This is too thin!’

The light pink leotard was incredibly thin.

So thin that the flesh underneath was more clearly visible than the color of the fabric.

Moreover, due to the elasticity of the leotard, her nipples, the same color as the clothes, were prominent, and her cameltoe was very clear below.

Of course, it looked good. Turning her head to look in the mirror, there was a pretty woman with pink hair, a bit short but with big breasts, wearing very suggestive clothes and blushing, so sexy that any man, even an old geezer, would get a boner.

‘That’s the problem because it’s me, damn it…’

“Ha, Ha-yoon… doesn’t this seem too lewd…?”

“Shut up…”

Kim Seon-ah, who was next to her, mumbled, twisting her body. Unlike Ha-yoon, who looked a bit comical because her breasts were too big, she had a moderately slim figure, so the leotard suited her.

You could say it showed off her body lines beautifully. Even for her, it was inevitable that her nipples protruded and her cameltoe was clearly visible.

“I really want to kill that Mr. Park bastard…”

Mr. Park’s curriculum was simple.

He made them do endurance-focused exercises like long-distance running to increase their stamina so they wouldn’t get tired even after having sex for a long time, and he made them do flexibility exercises so they could do various positions.

The discipline he chose to improve flexibility was ballet. Of course, as mentioned earlier, Mr. Park was a former soldier with no connection to ballet at all.

Nevertheless, the reason he put ballet in the curriculum was quite absurd.

‘Mr. Ha. I always think this, but don’t you think people who do ballet are too sexy?’

Because it was sexy. That was all. Then, a few days later, he ordered a lot of leotards and started teaching ballet in earnest.

But since he probably didn’t know much himself, he probably just had a lot of sex under the guise of ballet lessons.

“Oh! Everyone’s here on time!”

As she was thinking that, Mr. Park opened the door and came in cheerfully. Ha-yoon turned her head at the sound, frowned, and muttered.

“What the hell is that?”

As if recognizing that it was a ballet lesson, he was also wearing a leotard.

The problem was that the crotch area was wide open, so his dick was dangling.

Ha-yoon had no choice but to close her eyes tightly at the hideous sight.

Regardless, Mr. Park stood in front of the trainees with a confident gait, then turned his gaze to Ha-yoon and Kim Seon-ah and said.

“Hmm! I knew Ha would look good in it! But why are your eyes closed?”

“Damn it… look in the mirror and say that…”

“All I see in the mirror is my magnificent body?”

Side chest! Mr. Park’s face was full of satisfaction as he shouted and struck a pose. The muscles he had trained since his non-commissioned officer days were responding with bulging strength.

Bastard. Ha-yoon muttered inwardly.

Mr. Park, who had been absorbed in the muscles moving around in the mirror for a while, belatedly realized that he was in the middle of training and turned to look at the trainees.

“Since there are two new recruits today, let’s take it slow! Hong-ryeon!”

“Yes.”

“You teach the two of them how to stretch first. You’re the most senior.”

“Okay.”

“The rest of you, do as you were doing. Begin!”

“Yes!” Kim Seon-ah belatedly followed suit to the voices that echoed like a chorus.

“Ye, Yessir!”

“You’re late, you idiot.”

“Ah… sniffle.”

Kim Seon-ah drooped her shoulders dejectedly at Ha-yoon’s nagging. Hong-ryeon spat out indifferently as she watched them.

“You two seem to get along well.”

“Really?”

“Who would with such a dimwit…”

Unlike Kim Seon-ah, who was happy, Ha-yoon grumbled, but her voice didn’t sound particularly bad. Rather, it was as if she was embarrassed to say it honestly.

“How hypocritical.”

“What?”

“It’s nothing. Both of you sit down. I’ll teach you how to stretch from now on.”

Hong-ryeon spat out those words in a cold voice and sat down. Ha-yoon was bothered by her words, but she sat down following Kim Seon-ah, who had started sitting first.

The stretches that Hong-ryeon taught were very simple, so there was nothing difficult to follow.

In fact, it would have been even more absurd if it had been difficult to follow. All the stretches that Hong-ryeon did were learned from Mr. Park, and Mr. Park learned from OTube.

No matter how sexy he thought it was and wanted to teach it, he wasn’t passionate enough to learn it himself and then teach it.

As I’ve said several times, Mr. Park’s head is full of nothing but women and sex.

Those ballet things were all additional elements for his sexual desire. There was no way he would spend money on that.

But even so, Hong-ryeon’s movements had an aura unique to people who had learned ballet.

Is it possible that even if you learn and teach in a haphazard way, you will become proficient if you repeat it?

Thinking that, Ha-yoon stretched her arms over her outstretched legs and bent her body.

“Cough-“

And with a feeling of being caught, she stopped abruptly. She tried her best to move forward a little more, but she only trembled and showed no sign of moving forward.

“Ha-yoon, you’re really inflexible.”

“Shu…t up…!”

Ha-yoon spat out the words at Kim Seon-ah’s words, but it wasn’t wrong. Even Kim Seon-ah was flexible enough to wrap her feet with her arms, but she couldn’t even touch her toes with her fingertips.

She was not naturally flexible. As she was doing that, Hong-ryeon got up and said.

“Mr. Ha, or rather, Ha-yoon, as you know, Mr. Park values ​​physical strength and flexibility. He doesn’t say anything even if your posture is terrible when doing ballet, but he doesn’t tolerate being inflexible.”

Look over there. When she looked at where Hong-ryeon’s finger was pointing, she saw a trainee trembling and splitting her legs.

It was Yoon Se-rin, a familiar face now. She was desperately shaking her floating butt and trying to make her legs straight, but it was a distant matter.

“Yoon Se-rin! Can’t you still split all the way!”

“N, No! I can do it!”

“I’ll have to help you!”

Riiiip! Along with the sound of fabric tearing, her pussy, which was barely covered, was exposed to the air. Mr. Park, who had simply torn the clothes with two fingers, erected his dangling dick without hesitation and stuck it in.

“Hyaaak-!”

“Hey! Don’t run away!”

Yoon Seo-rin’s body was about to jump forward, but only her upper body floundered on the floor as Mr. Park firmly grabbed her thighs. Regardless, Mr. Park continued to shout.

“Go down every time I give you momentum!”

“Hiiiik-“

At the same time as those words, his dick seemed to come out, then he thrust it in deeply at once. With a thwack! Yoon Se-rin’s butt bounced. The toes that were barely supporting her body stretched out and slipped slightly to the side.

In that way, Yoon Se-rin’s body gradually lowered each time she was impaled by his dick.

Thwack! Thwack!

“Haaang-! Hweeaaang!”

“Good, you’re doing well! You can split all the way if you keep going!”

Of course, Yoon Se-rin’s face was stained with pain and pleasure, so she couldn’t think of anything. She was already out of her mind from the intense piston movement, and she was in a state where she could only drool and moan.

The trainees around her were only focusing on the stretches they had to do, trying to hide their reddened faces.

“I’m glad I’m flexible…”

“Damn it.”

Kim Seon-ah, who was watching the scene next to her, quietly stroked her chest. On the contrary, Ha-yoon was already making a rotten expression and muttering profanity.

Regardless, Hong-ryeon tucked her hair behind her ear and said.

“You see? It’s Yoon Se-rin now, but it’ll be you next.”

“So what, are you teasing me?”

“Should I help you?”

“…What?”

Ha-yoon doubted her ears at the unexpected words. Hong-ryeon is going to help her, why?

As she was thinking that, Hong-ryeon said as if she was pathetic.

“I asked if I should help you. Are you deaf?”

“I’m not deaf, you bitch. I’m suspicious of why you’re helping me.”

“Suit yourself. I can’t help but laugh just imagining how much you’ll be fucked by Mr. Park until I leave the training center.”

“No, when did I say I didn’t want to? I just said I was suspicious.”

Ha-yoon hurriedly shouted at Hong-ryeon, who was about to sit down again, saying that in a dry voice.

“Then say, ‘Please help me.'”

“What, you little punk?”

“Suit yourself…”

“N, No… Please help me…”

Bitch. She said it, trying hard to hold back what she wanted to say.

No matter how difficult it was for her to use honorifics to Hong-ryeon, it wouldn’t be more difficult than being fucked by Mr. Park’s dick.

Hong-ryeon chuckled at the words she asked for in a desperate voice.

“Cute.”

“Agh…”

A girl who couldn’t even make eye contact properly when she was a real teacher. Thinking that, she glared at Hong-ryeon, but she walked over to Ha-yoon and stood behind her as if nothing was wrong and said.

“Bend forward like before.”

“Do as before?”

What are you going to do since it won’t work anyway. Ha-yoon grumbled inwardly and bent forward.

As expected, her body didn’t move stiffly after moving a certain distance. Ha-yoon trembled her arms and said.

“It’s the same as befo-“

“Don’t talk.”

She felt the soft touch of breasts on her back. Next, she felt the warm body temperature through the thin leotard.

And Ha-yoon felt suffocated by the pressure on her back.

It was like climbing a high mountain. It wasn’t that she couldn’t breathe, but she couldn’t breathe well.

“You won’t be able to breathe well. It’s because you’re inflexible, so you’re forcing yourself, so a lot of blood is rushing to your head.”

“Khuk, if you know, go ea-sy…”

“Shh, I told you not to talk.”

Damn it. Ha-yoon shut her mouth tightly at Hong-ryeon’s words.

The warmth of the female body felt on her back and the hazy mind due to the thin breath were similar to the feeling after having sex.

The stretching continued for a while, and she was finally able to raise her body with Hong-ryeon’s help.

“Haaa…”

Ha-yoon exhaled with a flushed face. She didn’t know if she had been breathing properly while bending forward, or if she had been holding her breath.

All she knew for sure was that the breath she was taking now was cooler than ever. As she was panting, Hong-ryeon said.

“You’re wet.”

“Huk, huk… Wet…?”

Instead of answering, Hong-ryeon tilted her chin. Ha-yoon tilted her head while panting and moved her gaze following the chin gesture.

And when she saw that the panty part was soaked with sticky liquid, she screamed.

“T, This is sweat!”

“Sure.”

Of course, it was a story that no one would believe.

Author’s words (Author’s note)

Wet