4. Pilates & Yoga Instructor Ha Yeon-su (33, Divorced♡)
"Phew."
As she drew back the curtains, warm sunlight poured in. Ha Yeon-su, having wrapped up a short adult broadcast at dawn, had enjoyed what they called a honeyed sleep. After finishing her naughty stream, her heart would race wildly, but the moment she lay down, the soft touch of the bed pulled her into slumber like a gentle drift. Even her dreams felt like floating blissfully on clouds.
Humming a little tune, she headed into the shower. This double life with a mask— it had started small, taking photos of her figure in the mirror while covering her face with her phone. Before long, it evolved into full broadcasts. What began as a casual pastime to kill time had become the joy of her life.
A famous academy instructor by day, she also ran popular live streams. Her YouTube channel was nearing Gold Button status, she'd appeared on cable TV multiple times, and the Pilates association had awarded her several times for her great promotion. With a huge subscriber base, she even had pull in the media.
All these achievements were embodied in this body of hers. The shower mirror reflected a flawless, toned figure without a single ounce of fat. Her full breasts, untouched by the knife, were impressively shapely. But Ha Yeon-su's real weapon was her lower body. Wide hips paired with firm, bouncy thighs that made men swallow hard. And she didn't mind those gazes one bit.
Back in her prime, they were annoying like swarms of flies by the riverbank. But now in her thirties, with her libido ramping up, she actually enjoyed them. Maybe that's why. Having seized a glamorous career, fame, popularity, and wealth, Ha Yeon-su grew bored without a higher rung to climb. The wolfish, lecherous stares from young men became her one pleasure, drawing her naturally into adult streaming.
She thrilled at this vulgar alter ego sprouting wildly in a new realm. Unlike her usual yoga demos, the heavy exposure made her sway, and viewers showered her with sticky praise and degradation— it soaked her down there effortlessly. Her beautifully sculpted body, the symbol and pride of her career, was now out there sucking up all the attention. Her self-esteem soared sky-high, the feeling of being desired hitting her full force.
Yet these provocative streams were a risky gamble that could shatter her hard-earned career. When her cumulative streaming time broke 100 hours, she snapped out of it. She decided to satisfy her lust with real men as much as possible and seek something new beyond streaming.
After divorcing her husband, she'd dated top-tier guys— homes, cars, high education, fat salaries, the works. But interest faded fast. These gentlemanly types, always agreeing with her, grew tiresome. Truth be told, the divorce stemmed from her own affair, but afterward, her flings actually decreased.
She tried new hobbies too: flower arranging, tea ceremonies, calm stuff like that. She even looked into certifications and signed up for classes, but dropped them all after day one. That's when Ha Yeon-su finally realized it, belatedly: ambition wasn't her goal anymore. She just wanted to chase the pleasures her body craved.
The sticky, filthy thrill unique to adult streams set her heart ablaze. Not the old routine of banging hot guys for superiority kicks and lust relief. No, she yearned for something more instinctive, with that deeper, stickier savor. Something to excite her. So far, only streaming delivered.
'Come to think of it, that recent male student... he's been showing up diligently.'
Emerging from the shower, she patted away the water droplets with a towel, reminiscing. Most guys came with dirty intentions from watching broadcasts, only to get wrecked by the tight clothes plus auntie vibe and bail after a day or two. But he was different.
Taller than average, decent muscles from consistent workouts, but overall a fresh-faced nobody without standout looks. Still, when he lifted his legs, the bulge straining against the spandex fabric far exceeded ordinary. Honestly, among all the men she'd been with, nothing that big before. Like an iron club, if she had to compare.
'Big doesn't mean it's all good.'
Plenty of guys ruined sex out of overconfidence in their size. Clumsy idiots thrusting wildly then smugly asking if it felt good— the world overflowed with such morons.
'Still, his effort's cute. Maybe meet him once?'
His bold move asking for her number on day one was kinda charming, and as a vigorous young stud, he obviously wanted her. That blatant, sleazy gaze? Not bad at all. If he keeps it up, I'll play with him once, she thought, finishing her tune.
"Great work, everyone!"
As morning class ended, students and instructor bowed in unison. Sweating buckets from the grueling session, he wiped his drenched hair with a towel while checking his phone. Mid-sip of water to rehydrate, footsteps approached from behind.
Tap-tap on his shoulder. Turning, there was instructor Ha Yeon-su.
"Seon-woo, great job."
"Ah, yeah... What's up?"
Five days into this torturous Pilates hell, but after her flirty approach on day one, she hadn't initiated talk.
Ha Yeon-su flashed her small face and pearly whites in a smile.
"You're working so hard, it's honestly kinda touching."
"Touching?"
"Most guys quit after a day or two. Pilates is awkward for men in so many ways, so they drop out a lot. You're the first guy I've seen so passionate about it."
It's only been five days for me too? But he got it. This estrogen-filled space without a single other dude? Heaven for him with a goal, but hell for most. Who could endure the pink stench? Plus, your dick length gets forcibly advertised. Most would flee before class even started.
"You're definitely different, Seon-woo. Everyone else... finds it humiliating and can't hack it. They can't even look up at me on stage properly, and the ladies can be mischievous, making it hard to adjust. You've held out amazingly."
"Guess I've just gotten shameless. Thanks."
Accepting the pure praise, her eyes flicked downward briefly. He scratched his cheek awkwardly.
"Um... has it been embarrassing so far? With so few guys, the loaner clothes are kinda low-quality. B-but seeing your passion, I'll specially order you some new ones?"
If you knew it was tough, swap 'em sooner. Or was it hazing?
"...Nah, the clothes are fine."
"Don't need 'em?"
"Yeah. More importantly, I found this pose online that's hard to follow— mind showing me how?"
"Oh! Which one?"
Clearly thrilled by her passionate male student, she approached sweat and all without hesitation. He pulled up a video on his phone and shoved it in Ha Yeon-su's face.
"This move. What do you think?"
"Th-this is..."
Ha Yeon-su's eyes widened in shock. The screen showed a woman in zero-top, shaking her hips in a zeroto dance. Masked, but those hips and thighs? 200% her. The waist-shaking looped endlessly. He watched her freeze up, waiting for her move.
"Wh-what is this? Showing me something like this out of nowhere is troubling, Seon-woo."
Forcing a smile, she turned away the phone thrust at her. Obvious cheap bluff. Playing dumb, she started denying.
"Really? Looks kinda like someone I know."
"...... I don't know her. It's unpleasant, so put your phone away."
"Hold on. I've got a bit of precognition."
"Huh?"
Her brows furrowed at the random remark.
"If I go home now and boot up my computer, I bet soon some men's forum will have memes comparing this vid to someone's pic. How long before the truth outs? Netizen detectives are scary these days; might not last."
He gave a quick example. Just imagining it must've chilled her blood— she froze like sleep paralysis hit. Steam practically rose from her head as her CPU spun. Surprise attacks rule. In a spot where she couldn't think long, hit her blind side with her worst fear. Easy dominance.
For the finish, he smirked slyly. Whispered in her ear.
"Gonna shower. Meet downstairs."
Now she finally clocked what kind of bastard he was. Outright blackmail— her small fists clenched tight. Brief panic flashed in her eyes, but her tough mind pulled through.
"Ah, but I still have next class..."
Worrying about schedule in this mess. Tough woman.
"You've got a sub. Put someone else up and come."
"But..."
"Don't you get your situation?"
"......"
"Play nice, and my lips are sealed."
Reluctantly, her little head nodded. He strode off first; Ha Yeon-su stood frozen, sorting her thoughts for ages.
Quick rinse, then leaned at the academy entrance waiting. After over 20 minutes, doubt crept in— did she call cops? Nah, too dumb. This was her self-inflicted doom. Not revenge porn; straight from her secret adult stream. He just uncovered her bombshell secret.
Even if she went nuts and pulled the cop card, she'd have to prove the naked zeroto dancer was her. What a comedy. Still, prepping excuses just in case, footsteps sounded behind. Turning— Ha Yeon-su.
Sporting a branded tracksuit with three stripes, masked and hatted. Her small face and shoulder-length bob suited the baseball cap. Hiding her fame? Like secret-fling star idols.
Ready to follow. Finally grasping her spot.
"Let's go."
"Wait... where?"
"Where else. Motel."
"Knew it was for that...?"
"Relax. Stick with me today, and I won't bug you after."
"W-wait!"
Her slender arm yanked taut. Resisting now? But—
"My... my place. Getting caught at a motel would be trouble."
Unexpected offer. Vid background showed a nice home anyway. Free upgrade, no cash? No-brainer. He licked his inner lip.
"Sure, why not."
As hoped, he'd fuck her gladly at home.