Chapter 10
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 10
Chapter Title: Ballet Lesson (2)
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“Did Ha piss herself during stretching or something?”
“Shut up...”
Ha Yoon clenched her teeth and muttered a reply without even lifting her face at Teacher Park's words.
The crotch of her leotard was already stained dark, and to top it off, a long streak ran down her thigh onto her white stockings.
There was no way Teacher Park mistook it for urine. The stain was too concentrated around her groin for that.
He's just teasing me knowing full well what it is. Damn it.
“Lots of juices. Should feel great sliding in.”
“Kgh...”
Ha Yoon glared daggers at Hong Ryeon, who stood beside her murmuring quietly, her fists clenched tight.
'This is all because of who?!'
If Hong Ryeon hadn't kept groping her under the pretense of helping with stretches, she wouldn't be leaking like this.
And every time their bodies rubbed together, memories of pounding her back in the old days flooded back, getting her all riled up automatically. Even without a dick.
Of all the outfits, it had to be this one, humiliating her in front of Teacher Park. She was pissed.
As Ha Yoon ground her teeth in frustration, Teacher Park snapped his fingers, drawing all three girls' attention.
“Alright, since this is Ha and Kim Seon-ah's first class, have them learn the basics from Hong Ryeon for now. Hong Ryeon, work hard till then.”
“Got it.”
“Then, Ha, give it your all!”
“Fuck off!”
“It's already off, though!”
Even Ha Yoon, who had been flipping him off, was speechless at his boast, cock slick from countless trainees' juices.
Teacher Park laughed heartily at the sight before turning to the other trainees. Hong Ryeon nudged the frozen Ha Yoon's shoulder.
“Don't just stand there. Follow me. You too, Kim Seon-ah.”
“Ah, yes!”
“Tch...”
Ha Yoon trailed behind Hong Ryeon but twisted her head to watch Teacher Park.
Surprisingly, he was diligently teaching ballet moves. The trainees followed his calls of “en bas” with precise, practiced form—like a real ballet studio.
'Why the fuck isn't he doing anything?'
Honestly, when they were dressed like this, she'd thought the real fun was about to start. But again, instead of taking charge himself, Teacher Park had Hong Ryeon handle it. While steadily instructing the others and occasionally thrusting into one.
Of course, Kim Seon-ah wasn't getting touched either, but that was because her skills fit Teacher Park's rules.
'What the hell are those guys planning?'
As Ha Yoon pondered, Hong Ryeon stopped and spoke.
“Both of you, grab the ballet barre here and stand straight facing the mirror.”
“Like this?”
“Yeah. Now squeeze your feet and knees together tight.”
Standing side by side like this was a sight. Women with nipples and slits fully exposed.
Kim Seon-ah's slender figure at least looked artistic, but Ha Yoon's huge tits made her seem like a total whore.
As Ha Yoon thought that inwardly, Hong Ryeon continued.
“Keeping your heels together, open your feet. All the way to a right angle.”
“...Can't do it.”
“I can!”
Unlike Ha Yoon's half-assed angle, Kim Seon-ah's feet felt like a perfect 180 degrees.
Hong Ryeon looked at Ha Yoon pitifully.
“Your flexibility is total trash.”
“What'd you say, bitch?”
“This is first position. Since you can't do it, we'll skip to second.”
She spread her feet shoulder-width, heels still touching at first.
“This is second position. Even you can manage this much, right?”
“Who do you think I am...!”
Ha Yoon gritted her teeth and mimicked her. It was shaky, but holding the barre kept her from toppling.
She shot Hong Ryeon a triumphant glare.
“How's that? Easy peasy.”
“Next is demi-plié—”
“Ignoring me?!”
Hong Ryeon barreled on regardless, ignoring Ha Yoon's outburst. Ha Yoon grumbled and glared before sighing and focusing.
Demi-plié was basically a half-squat. How hard could squatting be? But trying it, it was tougher than expected.
Without the barre, she'd have fallen already. At least for her.
Kim Seon-ah nailed it smoothly, like she'd done it before—exact same form as Hong Ryeon.
Ha Yoon's was a disaster.
“Knees don't go forward.”
“Don't hunch. Tuck your ass in.”
“Straighten your back. Eyes forward.”
“Ugh...!”
Ha Yoon sweated buckets under the curt corrections, struggling to adjust. Her stiff body—or lack of practice—made it hard.
Hong Ryeon sighed and raised her hand high.
-Smack!
“Eek?!”
“Tuck your ass in.”
“You psycho?!”
The sudden slap on her ass made Ha Yoon yelp girlishly before blushing and yelling at Hong Ryeon.
Hong Ryeon raised her hand again, impassive.
“Don't want it? Do it right.”
“F-Fuck...!”
Fine, I'll do it. Ha Yoon bit down and tried demi-plié again.
And the hand flew.
-Smack!
“Again.”
-Smack!
“Again.”
-Smack!
“Again.”
“Ngh...!”
The sharp cracks echoed through the studio, drawing glances from trainees mid-movement to Teacher Park's calls.
“You bitches! Focus?!”
“Ahhn! Ahn!”
They snapped back as Teacher Park grabbed one and thrust while yelling, but the smacks continued.
“Again.”
“Kgh...!”
Ha Yoon's face burned crimson as another palm met her ass. Over ten hits now—her cheeks stung.
Hong Ryeon even alternated sides “kindly,” making both burn like hell.
Ha Yoon figured she'd done enough, but Hong Ryeon's eyes said no.
Rotten bitch. Unable to take it, she asked Kim Seon-ah.
“Hey! Isn't this good enough already?!”
“Uh... well... It's getting a bit better!”
Meaning no real change.
“Fuck!”
Ha Yoon spat the curse and tried demi-plié again. Kim Seon-ah watched sympathetically. That huge ass still stuck out proudly.
It was inevitable. Turnout from the ankles to right angles was botched, so hips jutting back happened without focus.
So another smack was natural.
“Hm?”
“Huh?”
But no smack came as expected. Hong Ryeon tilted her head, then looked up at Ha Yoon.
Ha Yoon gripped the barre, forcing her red-hot ass cheeks in.
Her twisted expression screamed instinct over intent—just hating the pain.
As Hong Ryeon thought that, Kim Seon-ah exclaimed in awe.
“Wow! You did it!”
“S-Success?!”
Seeing Ha Yoon brighten, Hong Ryeon smirked and swung.
-Smack!
“Eek! Why hit me if I succeeded?!”
“You're annoying.”
“You fucking bitch, ah...!”
She wanted to stand and deck Hong Ryeon, but her ass hurt too much.
Ha Yoon clutched her throbbing cheeks, groaning. Kim Seon-ah approached cautiously.
“You okay?”
“Does this look okay? Ow... How many was that?”
“Uh... Didn't count, but maybe fifteen?”
Fucking bitch. Ha Yoon clutched her ass, vowing payback before graduation.
Hong Ryeon said coldly, regardless.
“Quit whining and stand. Still more to do.”
“Damn it...”
“I'll help.”
With Kim Seon-ah's support, Ha Yoon rose, leaning on the barre and glaring at Hong Ryeon.
“Wet again.”
“What?!”
She looked down frantically—nothing new, just the old stain. Thank god...
Relief hit, then rage. She snapped at Hong Ryeon.
“You bitch, you nearly scared me to death!”
“Worried you might be a maso like her? Good thing you're not that pussy-perv who loves getting hit.”
Hong Ryeon meant the trainee Ha Yoon had accidentally killed. She'd beaten her hard for discipline, misjudged strength, and snapped her jaw full force.
Since the girl loved it—leaking juices from spanks—it took near-death to count as real punishment. Who juices up from beatings?
As Ha Yoon thought, Hong Ryeon stepped close. Her height startled Ha Yoon, but her face came closer faster.
“Tonight.”
“Huh?”
“When your virginity ends.”
“Wait, what do you—!”
Hong Ryeon backed off like nothing.
“Alright, back to practice.”
She demoed the next move, ignoring questions. Ha Yoon ground her molars.
“What's wrong? What'd Hong Ryeon say?”
“...Nothing.”
Ha Yoon brushed off Kim Seon-ah and mimicked the pose.
But her mind looped on it.
Tonight, lose virginity? To who?
Teacher Park? Teacher Gan? Neither? Teacher Choi? Her head spun.
But time marched on no matter what.
Ding— The bell rang five times. 5 PM—end of afternoon session.
Ha Yoon's face stayed grim.