Chapter 9
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 9
Chapter Title: Ballet Lesson
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The indoor practice room had mirrors covering every wall except for the door.
In front of the mirrors stood bars that could be gripped or leaned on, and lined up before them were several trainees.
'Damn it, damn it!'
Ha Yoon was in the same boat. With Kim Seon-ah's help, she'd gotten out of the shower, but due to the time crunch, she'd had no choice but to head straight to the indoor practice room.
Right after entering, she'd hastily thrown on the clothes they'd handed her and ended up waiting like this.
The problem was the outfit she'd thrown on.
The top and panty sections connected in what was commonly called a leotard wasn't like the functional wear she'd seen on gymnasts.
Of course, it clung tightly to the body without any functional issues...
'It's too thin!'
The light pink leotard was paper-thin.
How thin? The skin tone showing through beneath the fabric was more vivid than the color of the material itself.
Thanks to the leotard's stretchiness, nipples in the same shade as the outfit protruded prominently, and down below, the cameltoe was crystal clear.
Of course, it looked great. Turn her head to the mirror, and there was a pretty girl with pink hair—petite in height but busty—wearing provocative clothes, her face flushed red. It was hot enough to make any man, even a dying old geezer, pop a boner.
'The problem is that it's me, fuck...'
"H-Ha Yoon... Doesn't this feel too slutty...?"
"Shut up..."
Kim Seon-ah, standing beside her, fidgeted and muttered as she twisted her body. Unlike Ha Yoon, whose massive chest made her look a bit comical, Kim Seon-ah had a nicely slim figure that suited the leotard perfectly.
The lines of her body looked beautiful, you could say. Even she couldn't help her nipples poking out or the clear cameltoe, though.
"I really want to kill that bastard Teacher Park..."
Teacher Park's curriculum was straightforward.
To build stamina so they wouldn't tire out even during long sex sessions, he made them do endurance exercises like long-distance runs. And to enable various positions, he trained their flexibility.
The chosen method for flexibility? Ballet. Of course, as mentioned before, Teacher Park was a former soldier with zero connection to ballet.
Yet he'd added it to the curriculum for the most absurd reason.
'Teacher Ha. I've always thought this, but don't ballet dancers look too sexy?'
Because it was sexy. That was it. A few days later, he'd ordered a ton of leotards and started teaching ballet in earnest.
Not that he knew much himself, so he'd probably just used ballet lessons as an excuse to fuck like crazy.
"Oh! Everyone's here on time!"
As she thought that, the door swung open, and Teacher Park strode in boisterously. Ha Yoon turned at the sound, scowled hard, and muttered.
"Fuck, what the hell is that?"
Whether he recognized this as a ballet lesson or not, he was wearing a leotard too.
The problem was that the crotch was wide open, letting his dick swing freely.
At the hideous sight, Ha Yoon could only squeeze her eyes shut.
Ignoring her or not, Teacher Park marched confidently to the front of the trainees, glanced at Ha Yoon and Kim Seon-ah, and said.
"Mm! As expected, it suits you perfectly, Ha! But why are your eyes closed?"
"Fuck... Look in the mirror and say that..."
"The mirror only shows my magnificent body."
"Side chest!" With that shout, he struck a pose, his face full of satisfaction. The muscles honed since his non-commissioned officer days rippled in response.
You bastard. Ha Yoon muttered inwardly.
After a while of admiring his flexing muscles in the mirror, Teacher Park belatedly remembered they were in training and spun around to face the trainees.
"We've got two newbies today, so let's take it slow! Hong Ryeon!"
"Yes."
"You teach them stretching from the start. You're the senior-most, after all."
"Got it."
"The rest of you, carry on as usual. Begin!"
Yes-! The trainees chorused in unison, and Kim Seon-ah hurriedly joined in late.
"Y-Yes, sir!"
"Too slow, you idiot."
"Ah... Hng."
Kim Seon-ah drooped her shoulders dejectedly at Ha Yoon's jab. Watching them, Hong Ryeon said flatly.
"You two seem close."
"Really?"
"Who the hell would be close to a retard like her..."
Unlike the delighted Kim Seon-ah, Ha Yoon grumbled, but her tone didn't sound all that harsh. If anything, she seemed embarrassed to admit it outright.
"Disgusting."
"What?"
"Nothing. Both of you, sit. I'll teach you stretching now."
Hong Ryeon spat that in her cold voice and sat down. Ha Yoon's mind lingered on her words, but she followed Kim Seon-ah and sat as well.
The stretches Hong Ryeon taught were incredibly basic—nothing hard to follow.
Truth be told, if they were hard to mimic, that'd be the real surprise. Hong Ryeon had learned them from Teacher Park, who'd picked them up from O-Tube videos.
No matter how much he'd thought "sexy, let's teach it," he wasn't passionate enough to pay out of pocket for proper lessons.
Say it a thousand times: Teacher Park's head was filled with nothing but women and sex.
Ballet and such were mere accessories for his lust. No way he'd spend money on them.
Yet, for something like that, Hong Ryeon's movements carried the aura unique to someone trained in ballet.
Even if learned and taught haphazardly, did repetition lead to mastery?
Ha Yoon pondered that as she stretched her arms forward over her extended legs, bending at the waist.
"Guh-"
She hit a wall of stiff resistance and stopped dead. She strained to push further, but her body only trembled—no progress.
"Ha Yoon, your flexibility is really bad."
"Shu...t...up...!"
Ha Yoon spat through gritted teeth at Kim Seon-ah's words, but it wasn't wrong. Kim Seon-ah could leisurely wrap her arms around her soles, while Ha Yoon's fingertips didn't even reach her toes.
She just wasn't naturally flexible. As she struggled, Hong Ryeon stood and said.
"Teacher Ha—no, Ha Yoon, you know Teacher Park values stamina and flexibility. He doesn't care if your ballet posture sucks, but he won't tolerate poor flexibility."
Look over there. Following Hong Ryeon's pointing finger, Ha Yoon saw a trainee trembling as she tried to split her legs.
It was the now-familiar Yoon Se-rin. Desperation on her face, she shook her raised hips, struggling to make her legs straight, but it was futile.
"Yoon Se-rin! Still can't do a full split?"
"N-No! I can do it!"
"Guess I need to help!"
Riiip-! With the sound of fabric tearing, her barely-covered pussy was exposed to the air. Teacher Park ripped the leotard open with two fingers, then without hesitation, hardened his swinging dick and thrust it in deep.
"Hyaaak-!"
"Hey! Don't run away!"
Yoon Se-rin's body lurched forward instinctively, but Teacher Park's firm grip on her thighs left her upper body flailing on the floor. Ignoring it, he kept yelling.
"Every time I pull back, lower yourself down!"
"Hiiik-"
With those words, his dick slid out—then slammed back in deep. Slap-! Her ass jiggled. The toes barely holding her up stretched out and slipped sideways a bit.
Each thrust lowered her body bit by bit.
Slap-! Slap-!
"Haang-! Hngaaang!"
"Good, you're doing it! Keep going, and you'll hit that split!"
Of course, Yoon Se-rin was lost in pain and pleasure, face blank, unable to think. Under the relentless pistoning, she could only drool and moan helplessly.
The other trainees hid their flushed faces and focused on their own stretches.
"Good thing I'm flexible..."
"Fuck."
Kim Seon-ah, watching from the side, quietly patted her chest in relief. Ha Yoon, meanwhile, wore a rotten expression and muttered curses.
Ignoring them, Hong Ryeon swept her hair behind her ear and said.
"See? Yoon Se-rin's now, but you'll be next."
"So what? Who you mocking?"
"Want help?"
"...What?"
Ha Yoon doubted her ears at the unexpected offer. Hong Ryeon helping her? Why?
As she wondered, Hong Ryeon said pityingly.
"I asked if you want help. Deaf?"
"I'm not deaf, you bitch. I'm just suspicious why you'd help me."
"Don't want it? Fine. Can't stop laughing imagining how much Teacher Park'll fuck you till I leave this place."
"No, when did I say no? I just said it's suspicious."
Ha Yoon hurriedly shouted at Hong Ryeon, who spoke dryly and moved to sit again.
"Then help me, please."
"What, you punk?"
"Don't want to then..."
"N-No... Please help me..."
You fucking bitch. Holding back the urge to say it, she pleaded desperately.
As hard as it was to use polite speech with Hong Ryeon, it couldn't be worse than getting impaled on Teacher Park's dick.
At the earnest plea, Hong Ryeon smirked.
"Cute."
"Ugh..."
The girl who couldn't even meet her eyes properly back when she was a real teacher. Ha Yoon glared, but Hong Ryeon casually walked behind her and said.
"Bend forward like before."
"Like before?"
It's impossible anyway, what's the point? Grumbling inwardly, Ha Yoon bent forward.
Sure enough, at a certain point, her body stiffened. Arms shaking, she said.
"Same as before-"
"Don't talk."
She felt soft breasts pressing against her back. Then, warm body heat through the thin leotard.
The pressure on her back made Ha Yoon feel like she couldn't breathe.
Like climbing a mountain peak. She could breathe, but it felt labored.
"Hard to breathe, right? Poor flexibility means forcing it rushes blood to your head."
"Kuh, if you... know, go easy..."
"Shh, I said don't talk."
Damn it. Ha Yoon clamped her mouth shut at Hong Ryeon's words.
The warmth of the female body on her back and faint breaths dizzied her mind—like the afterglow of sex.
After a while of stretching, she finally straightened up under Hong Ryeon's guidance.
"Haaaah..."
Face flushed red, Ha Yoon exhaled raggedly. Had she been breathing properly while bent over, or holding her breath? No clue.
All she knew was this gulp of air felt fresher than ever. Panting like that, Hong Ryeon said.
"You're wet."
"Hah, hah... Wet?"
Hong Ryeon jerked her chin instead of answering. Ha Yoon panted, tilted her head, then followed the gesture with her eyes.
And screamed at the sight of her panty section soaked sticky with fluid.
"Th-This is sweat!"
"Sure it is."
Of course, no one was buying that.