The Groping Rotation
The groping rotation hold-down training began. Whenever women from the judo team showed up, the coach inevitably turned nitpicky as hell. It had been the same during the throwing drills, but the hold-downs were even worse. He called out every little thing he'd normally overlook—arm position off, hips lifting, weight shift too slow. One by one.
Ye-na sunbae was currently drilling hold-downs with a first-year. She'd already been through three spankings earlier and was exhausted. She had the underclassman pinned from the top, but her arms had no strength left. Her ass, swollen bright red from the punishments, was hidden inside her judogi pants.
As Eun-ho drifted into his own thoughts,
"Cha Eun-ho! Strip!"
He'd been waiting for it. Eun-ho smirked and stepped off the mat. He untied his belt, stripped off his top, dropped his pants, and even ditched his underwear. Completely naked. The air hit his skin directly. The dojo air was thick with training heat. Maybe from anticipation, his cock was already half-hard—not fully erect, but lifting its head. Precum beaded at the slit. A clear droplet glistened at the tip.
He glanced around. Every other naked team member was the same. No flaccid cocks in sight. Some dripping precum, others fully erect and straining toward their stomachs. They were all waiting for the same thing.
Sure enough, moments later, the coach barked,
"Kim Ye-na! Strip!"
Ye-na sunbae had been crying nonstop since earlier. Her eyes were puffy, her nose tip flushed red. She's crying already and we're just getting started? There was still a long way to go.
Ye-na sunbae stepped off the mat. She began undressing. This was her fourth time stripping today. Her hands didn't tremble this time. No hesitation. Off came the judogi, the T-shirt, the bra. Her moderately sized breasts spilled free. Her brown nipples stood stiff. Not from the cold. Down went the judogi pants and panties. Beneath her trimmed bush, her dark labia peeked out. Her ass, swollen fiery red from three spankings, gleamed starkly under the dojo lights.
Now naked, Ye-na sunbae returned to the mat. She was still crying, but her steps didn't waver. A face of pure resignation. Amid the naked male judokas standing around the dojo, her pale body stood out sharply. Her flushed ass, swollen breasts, bloodshot eyes. Patches of reddened skin glistened under the lights.
And the rotation began.
Ye-na sunbae paired off with a fourth-year sunbae for hold-downs. He was already naked, his fully erect cock swaying between his thighs. Eun-ho traded half-assed techniques with his peer partner, but his eyes kept drifting to Ye-na sunbae. His partner was doing the same. They both pretended to focus on sparring while sneaking glances her way. Every guy in the dojo was the same—faking drills while watching her rotation.
The first fourth-year sunbae pinned Ye-na sunbae to the mat with brute force. A standard top-mount hold-down. But his hands weren't standard. One kneaded her breast, slick with sweat, fingers rolling the nipple. The dark bud caught between his fingers, then popped free. His other hand groped her ass, squeezing the punished, swollen flesh, kneading the meat, fingers sliding into the cleft. No pussy touching. That was the rule. At least where anyone could see.
Ye-na sunbae twisted to escape. But there was no slipping out from under a burly male judoka. Each squirm made her breasts jiggle, and his hands followed the motion.
"Rotation!"
The coach's call brought in the next sunbae. He laid her flat and mounted from above. His hands went straight to breasts and ass, same as before.
They cycled through all the fourth- and third-years. Not one did a clean hold-down. Sweat dripped from Ye-na sunbae's body in rivulets. Her skin gleamed slick all over. Droplets trailed over her breasts, past the nipples, splattering the mat. Her tits were flushed red—marks from dozens of hands. Her eyes were losing focus. Her resistance visibly weakened. At first she'd gritted her teeth and thrashed; now she just lay there when pinned.
Then it was Eun-ho's turn. His heart raced. His cock was rock-hard now. The 18cm monster thrust toward his stomach. A strand of precum trailed down, wetting his thigh.
Eun-ho lunged, wrapping her from behind. He gripped her right breast hard. Slick with sweat, flesh bulged between his fingers. Her nipple felt like a hard pebble in his palm. Thumb and forefinger rolled it gently. No twisting. Soft, slow. His other hand wrenched her left arm behind her back, locking her in place. It arched her upper body forward, thrusting her breast deeper into his grasp.
Exhausted, Ye-na sunbae barely resisted. Her body went limp. Faint, breathy moans escaped now and then, but even those lacked force.
While savoring her breast and nipple, Eun-ho pressed his throbbing cock against her ass. It burned hot from the spankings. The shaft nestled into her cleft. Sweat acted as lube. He rocked his hips slowly—forward, back. His cock slid along the slippery valley.
Just don't cum.
He squeezed her breast harder, pinching the nipple softly between his fingers and tugging. Her body twitched faintly.
"Rotation!"
Over too soon. Eun-ho reluctantly pulled away. Her body heat lingered on his cock, slick with mixed precum and sweat, gleaming.
Ye-na sunbae collapsed face-down on the mat, catching her breath. Her back heaved. Sweat and precum from various men streaked her back and ass—indistinguishable, glossy smears.
Both her breasts were bright red. Dozens of hands had kneaded, twisted, sucked. The areolas especially, inflamed and swollen. Inner thighs bore precum streaks too—traces of cocks rubbed there.
Time flew while they enjoyed it. When hold-downs ended, Ye-na sunbae was crying, but no tears came anymore. Eyes bloodshot, dried tracks stark on her cheeks. She bit her lip bloody.
Still, she dressed. Trembling hands pulled up panties, hooked the bra, donned the T-shirt and judogi.
Now free sparring time. Everyone, including Ye-na sunbae, dressed and retied their belts. Unlike hold-downs, they weren't naked. Light rotations began—standard standing exchanges.
But when paired with Ye-na sunbae, things changed. Everyone went to the ground. One standing throw, then drag to the mat, pin... and it devolved into hold-downs. Worse, even. Hands slipped under shirts, into pants. From outside, it looked like proper pins. Inside the clothes? No one could see.
This time, plenty fingered her pussy. Hold-down rules banned it. But free sparring hid hands under fabric.
Ye-na sunbae thrashed wildly to escape—arms flailing, legs kicking, body twisting. Futile. Pinned with hands inside her clothes, she struggled to dislodge them, but couldn't.
Eun-ho watched from his own spar while a sunbae pinned her, arm deep in her judogi waistband. No view of his hand, but her face told all: teeth clenched, eyes squeezed shut, head turned aside.
Thus, Ye-na sunbae endured caress after caress as the rotation continued. Each switch weakened her more. Early fury slowed; arm thrusts lost power. Later, she'd just lie pinned, turning her head away.
Finally, Eun-ho's turn. Her eyes were swollen from crying. Lips swollen from biting too hard.
Eun-ho didn't care. She signed up for this training.
He threw her down into a hold-down mount. She barely fought back, drained. No arm extension. Limp.
One hand dove under her T-shirt, shoving the bra up to bare skin. Fingers toyed with the nipple—same hard nub as before. More intimate under clothes.
His other hand slipped into her judogi pants. Past the waistband, over panty edges, inside. Her pussy was soaked. Panties sodden, sweat or juices indistinguishable.
Shouldn't, but she's wrecked—coach won't notice.
Eun-ho slid a finger into her hole. Slick, tight grip felt amazing. Hot, wet walls enveloped it.
"Hngh..." A tiny moan leaked from her lips. Eyes clenched, head aside.
He pumped a few times. Walls clenched on entry; sticky fluid coated his finger on withdrawal.
Then out. How many fingers today?
His time ended. Little left for the first-years anyway.
Returning to his spot, Eun-ho eyed his finger. Her juices gleamed clear. He sniffed—thick, womanly scent.
Soon after, Ye-na sunbae's hellish session ended. Cool-down stretches, then group bow-out.
She stepped forward. "Thank you."
Her voice was a rasp, barely audible.
The team clapped. Fresh tears traced her cheeks to the mat amid the applause, faint sobs mixing in.
Heading to the locker room after she left, Eun-ho thought, Hope another girl from the women's team shows up soon. Especially Han So-yul. Fuck, I wanna rail her bad.