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Cha Eun-ho felt a slight pang of hunger but hurried to the men's judo hall anyway. He'd skipped a proper lunch, leaving his stomach hollow. But that was beside the point. Today was the day he'd been waiting for.
He changed into his judogi in the locker room and stepped out, a sudden thought crossing his mind. Do we even need these today?
Members were trickling in one by one. The air in the judo hall felt different from the usual—charged, expectant. Everyone knew. Someone from the women's team was coming today. His peers whispered among themselves, while the seniors wore lazy, knowing smirks.
Once everyone had assembled, a knock echoed from the judo hall door. Eun-ho's heart quickened. Please, Han So-yul. Han So-yul.
The door swung open. In walked a third-year senior. A face he'd glimpsed a few times during joint practices. Not Han So-yul.
The coaches exchanged a few words, then the third-year woman stepped forward and gave a brief introduction to the team.
"Hello. I'm third-year Kim Ye-na. Please take care of me today."
Ye-na senior's body trembled visibly. Her voice quavered. As she bowed her head in greeting, her fingertips had gone pale white.
It wasn't an everyday occurrence, but women from the team who came over for men's training usually reacted like this—unless it was their first time, anyway.
Eun-ho had never trained with Ye-na senior before. But her shaking suggested she'd been through it here once or twice. She knew exactly what was coming.
"Alright, warm up first, then training starts!"
At the coach's command, everyone sprang into motion. Light laps around the judo hall to begin. The men's judo hall was vast—end to end, you could barely make out the figures on the far side.
Eun-ho stole a glance at Ye-na senior as he ran. She was mixed in among the other members, her form decently athletic under the judogi. Her face was rigid, eyes fixed on nothing, lips pressed into a thin line. The trembling hadn't stopped, even mid-stride. It wasn't from the run. It was the shiver of someone who knew the ordeal ahead.
After laps and stretches, the real training kicked off. Throwing drills first. Members paired up, repeating throws over and over.
Eun-ho was working hip throws with a classmate.
"Kim Ye-na!"
The coach's voice boomed through the hall. She'd been called out after just a few reps.
"Your waist is all slack! You gonna generate any power like that?"
Ye-na senior bowed her head. Her shoulders began to shake even harder.
"Down!"
She stepped off the mat and froze for a moment. Her hands quivered over her belt. But there was no time to hesitate. She stripped quickly, piece by piece. Judogi top off. T-shirt next. Sports bra last—revealing her breasts. Moderately full, but with large areolae and brown nipples.
Eun-ho swallowed hard.
Judogi pants down, then her panties. She was naked in seconds. Her face burned red to her ears, but that hardly mattered now.
The naked Ye-na senior dashed back onto the mat and dropped to her stomach, facing away from the team. Legs spread, ass raised high toward Eun-ho.
Whenever he saw it, Eun-ho thought it was a magnificent view.
Her pussy was on full display. Pubes neatly trimmed, making the details stark and clear. Who'd groomed her like that? Herself? Or had someone ordered it?
The thought flickered briefly. Her inner labia, tinged brown, folded inward, darkening to a dusky red. Tense, her anus and vaginal opening twitched faintly.
"Fourth years, start!"
Eun-ho felt a twinge of regret. Fourth years again.
One fourth-year senior approached with a sly grin, positioning himself right behind her prone form.
Slap! A hard smack on the ass. Her body lurched forward, breasts jiggling heavily. He didn't pull his hand away immediately—rubbing the soft flesh instead. A vivid red handprint bloomed on her pale skin. He tugged one cheek aside, spreading her pussy wider.
"Next."
He stepped away reluctantly.
Slap! The next fourth-year struck. Eun-ho loved watching her breasts sway with each impact—the resilient flesh rippling from the shock. Brown nipples grazing the mat.
The third senior yanked one cheek wide after spanking, exposing more of the red inner flesh. A thin strand of clear fluid dangled from her entrance. Tension? Or something else?
Fourth, fifth, sixth. With each fourth-year stepping up, red marks layered across Ye-na senior's ass. Spank, grope, spread. The pattern was the same for all: smack, knead the yielding flesh without lifting the hand, then part the cheeks for a peek inside.
The seventh lingered longest, gripping her ass like dough, fingers trailing slowly downward. They brushed right alongside her pussy before sliding back up. No touching the pussy—that was the rule. But the fourth years loved dancing on that edge.
The eighth finished with a spank, then pressed his thumb lightly around her anus while clutching one cheek. Ye-na senior's body jerked in spasm.
All eight fourth years done.
"Up! Get dressed!"
Ye-na senior scrambled off the mat and threw her clothes back on. Her shaking hands fumbled the sports bra. By the time she returned, her eyes were red-rimmed and bloodshot.
Training continued. Before moving from throws to pins, she got called out again. Same routine: strip, prone, ass up. The third years took their turns spanking and groping.
After the second round, as she dressed again, tears streamed down her cheeks. But she made no sound, teeth gritted in endurance.
Eun-ho watched her dress: trembling hands pulling up panties, fastening the bra, yanking on the T-shirt, donning the judogi. Clothes she'd strip off again soon. Pointless repetition—that was the men's judo rule.
And now it was the third time.
"Second years, go!"
Eun-ho's mouth stretched into a grin. Thanks, coach. Even down to us second years today.
Ye-na senior headed off-mat once more, stripping faster this time. Resignation? Or just wanting it over?
She returned naked and assumed the position: prone, ass elevated.
Eun-ho wanted to lick that reddened ass. After two rounds of discipline, it glowed uniformly crimson. He could almost feel the heat from here.
Slap! First second-year struck.
Slap! Second.
Slap! Third. Her shoulders twitched with each one. Sounded like she was sobbing, but no noise escaped. Teeth clenched, holding it in.
There were eleven second years. Fifth in line—Eun-ho's turn.
He stepped forward, heart pounding. Seeing someone else's pussy up close was always a thrill.
He knelt low behind her. Up close, it was even more vivid. Third punishment now—her ass cheeks swollen red. Dozens of overlapping handprints on the white skin. Heat radiated off her flesh.
Her vaginal opening winked open and shut. Clenching from the pain. Tightening made it pucker; relaxing let it part slightly. Her anus twitched in sync, pink wrinkles contracting and easing.
Want to lick it. Clear fluid beaded inside her inner labia. Sweat? Something else? The glistening pink drew his cock—hardening stiffly inside his judogi.
No more delaying.
Slap! Eun-ho smacked her ass. The impact jolted through his palm—hot flesh slamming full-force. Her breasts heaved visibly from the side. He kept his hand there, rubbing gently. The scorching softness filled his grip. His handprint overlaid the others. He tugged the flesh outward deliberately, spreading her pussy farther. Red inner walls peeked out; her entrance gaped just enough to glimpse deeper crimson.
If not for the rules, I'd shove it in right now. Just like this.
"Next."
The coach's voice pulled him back. Eun-ho withdrew reluctantly and returned to his spot. The heat lingered in his palm for ages.
The remaining second years took their turns, one by one.
Tenth, eleventh. The final second-year's slap rocked her body hard. The swollen ass must have hurt far worse by now.
All eleven finished.
"Up! Get dressed!"
Ye-na senior rose, legs wobbling—she staggered once. Off the mat to dress. Her face was a tear-streaked mess, eyes puffy and nearly swollen shut.
As she returned half-dressed, Eun-ho watched and thought, She'll be stripping again soon. Why bother making her dress at all?