“Instructor… nnngh.”

I flailed the opposite foot that wasn’t being pressed. He didn’t stop, cruelly, and my moans grew louder and louder.

“I’ll roll up your leggings a bit and use oil to work on it.”

Wiping away the tears trickling down, I nodded. The leggings wouldn’t roll up much, so the instructor just shoved his hand inside. Kneading, kneading. 

My calf flesh, caught firmly in his large hand, was pressed down, but I’d already forgotten the pain and struggled desperately to press my thighs together.

“Hngh…”

“Relax and stay comfortable. You don’t need to hold back any sounds.”

Don’t hold back any sounds?Am I allowed to interpret that suggestively? The sounds coming out now aren’t from pain though?

His hand climbed higher and higher until it was blocked by the leggings that wouldn’t stretch any further. He pulled his hand out, then stood with his knees spread on either side of my waist. 

A palm touched my lower back, and a force with steady pressure pushed upward, pressing along my spine.

Perhaps courage surged from his words, because my true intentions popped out of my mouth.

“Hah… Instructor, could you put it inside there too? With oil, please.”

“Should I?”

Fingertips burrowed under my tight crop top. Luckily there was no hook. If I’d been wearing something with a hook, I would have asked if he could undo it.

With hands that weren’t slick with wetness while I alone felt something arousing, I wished that force pressing my back would also knead my br*asts.

Strangely, whenever I came here, whenever I faced this instructor, some hidden s*xual desire seemed to burst out.

He sat lightly on my b*tt. He must have balanced with his knees because it wasn’t heavy at all. So I hoped the b*tt he was touching would act a bit lewdly.

The hands that had been pressing down on my upper body changed direction to the side, taking on the shape of wrapping around my back. 

At those fingertips, the br*ast flesh that had spread to the sides from lying prone barely touched or didn’t quite touch.

“You’re really small. Small enough to fit in one hand.”

“Ngh… Your hands must be big, Instructor.”

“Oil’s getting all over the inside of your clothes. Is that okay?”

The steady pressure kept making my body feel strange. It felt not like a hand but like a body pressing against me, making my breath catch. His hand changed direction and moved down toward my waist.

“Then… should I pull it down a bit?”

He gave no answer to my dripping courage. I felt a bit anxious inside, but my mood had already floated up excitedly, so with a slightly pleading heart toward him, I smoothly pushed down the leggings that had risen to my lower back until they reached my b*tt crack.

What would he think? He was just trying to give a light massage for relaxation, but would he think me vulgar?

At that moment, hands slick and glistening with generous amounts of oil slid to my pelvis. He pressed firmly on the hollowed spots, then swept and pulled the flesh from my sides to my back. 

Whenever he brushed the slightly exposed flesh of my b*ttocks, my body flinched in response. Swoosh—fingertips entered inside the leggings and came back out.

“Oh dear, I got it on again.”

“Hng! There. That feels so good there.”

“Here?”

He pressed firmly with his thumb as he passed over the area that splits from the pelvis to the b*tt crack. There shouldn’t be an erogenous zone in the bone, but every time that spot was rubbed, I felt my skin tremble with a zzzing sensation.

“Haah!”

The feeling was so strange I didn’t know what to do with my body. When I pressed my thighs together and squeezed tight, his hand entered between them too.

“Relax. If you keep tensing up, should I touch here too?”

“Ahh… Yes, thank you. Should I pull the leggings down more?”

“Mm, it seems a bit chilly here, so let’s move to the bedroom. Your body seems really knotted up, so let’s work it all out before you leave today.”

When he pushed open a small door on one side of the yoga room, just as he’d said, a room revealed itself with a narrow single bed and walls full of herb oils and lotions. 

With cozy blankets, a washbasin, towels, and various gua sha tools, it really looked like a professional massage room. As soon as he turned on the heating, it quickly became warm.

“We don’t operate this commercially. The instructors really like using herb oils. We use them ourselves and massage each other. We occasionally provide it as a service to members who are really suffering from muscle pain. This is your first time, right?”

“Yes, I didn’t know this space existed.”

“Usually the instructors use it for rest. Lie down.”

“Please take care of me, then.”

Though I answered hesitantly, while he moved busily beyond the partition, I took off all my workout clothes. 

It was only a crop top and leggings, but I hesitated a bit about my underwear, so I lay prone on the bed without removing my panties. 

I thought I heard water sounds, then he soon returned carrying a steaming towel.

“It’s hot. I’ll place it on your back.”

Instead of saying he shouldn’t do this to my n*ked body, he spread out the towel to let some steam escape, then placed it on my back and covered me with a blanket from below my thighs. 

He perched one hip on the narrow bed, pressed down firmly again over the hot towel, then moved down along my spine, circling with two thumbs. His hands, which had reached my pelvis before I knew it, entered inside my underwear without hesitation and gripped my b*tt.

“Ngh!”

“Your skin is so nice.”

“Ack. Th-thank you.”

I didn’t even know what I was answering, just completely absorbed in the strong force gripping my b*tt and rotating it outward, my mind hazy. It was so dizzying. 

The force gripping my flesh was strong enough to tingle, and with each circular rotation, the flesh below spread apart and came back together repeatedly.

“Want to turn over?”

Aah. I hid my trembling heart and tried to act nonchalant as I turned over to lie on my back. But there’s no way he didn’t see my flushed red cheeks. He brought another hot towel and covered my br*asts with it.

“I’ll use a scent that helps with relaxation for your chest. How’s this?”

He held a small oil bottle close to my nose.

“It’s good.”

He soon poured oil on his palm, then unhesitatingly put his hand under the towel and gripped my br*ast.

“Ahhng…”

He gripped it strongly like my b*tt and rotated it outward. I relaxed my body, savored the languid energy spreading through me, and looked up at him. Standing at my bedside kneading my body, he really seemed like a professional masseuse.

His eyes, visible between the cascading wavy hair, were truly attractive. Eyes with a hint of softness mixed with businesslike focus, like when conducting class. 

The dark intention to somehow seduce him didn’t show in those eyes. You could only find it in the hands pinching my n*pples.

“Ngh! Huu…”

I exhaled slowly through my mouth like during exercise. He glanced at my open mouth and focused on my chest again. Though he couldn’t even see it covered by the towel.

His broad shoulders and firm arms looked good. He definitely had that distinctive look of someone who works out.

I don’t know what courage welled up in me, but I reached my hand toward the mask floating beside his high nose bridge. He watched my approaching hand but, surprisingly, didn’t avoid it. And.

“Ah…”

When I pulled off the mask and it hung below his chin, delicate features that matched his eyes very well were revealed.

I knew it. I knew he’d be handsome.

His face had a somewhat delicate feeling. The lines were bold and masculine, but it was a strange face with a somehow sentimental atmosphere flowing through it. 

His nose tip and lip line were distinct, and among them, his lower lip was plump and pretty enough to want to taste. He pressed down firmly on the twisted n*pple.

“Ahh. Hngh…”

Electricity flashed in my belly and I squeezed my eyes shut, then opened them to find the instructor had withdrawn his hand and turned his back. Everything felt slick, so my body naturally twisted, wanting him to do something about it.

When he brought a fresh wet towel, he glanced once at my reddened chest and seemed to turn his gaze away with difficulty.

“I’ll place it on your face.”

A warm, moist towel was placed on me. I’d experienced this years ago while getting a body scrub at a bathhouse, and it reminded me of that time, making me chuckle a bit.

“Ahngh!! Mmmm…”

However, he covered my face and immediately swept strongly up my crotch. His thumb pressed meticulously all the way to the very edge of the intimate place hidden by my underwear, and he kneaded my thighs with his large palms.

“Nngh. Haah…”

Every time his fingertips brushed that place pretending it was accidental, my body jumped. 

Warm heat climbed up my lower abdomen, then he gripped my br*ast strongly and rotated it outward. Such contact happened several times.

The breaths and moans I exhaled were all blocked by the towel and flowed back into my ears. 

The unseen touch made every spot it touched feel like an erogenous zone, and that overwhelming force made my body even more restless. A single fingertip shook the n*pple that had risen stiffly.

“Ahng. Ngh!”

Wet below, I pressed my thighs together and rubbed them. When I turned my head to endure the urge to shake my body, the towel slid smoothly off my face.

“You seem uncomfortable here too.”

His hand entered inside my panties. 

At the touch that unhesitatingly parted my flesh, I spread my legs immediately like some easy woman. Unfortunately, I’d missed the timing for image management, but since he was going to touch me, I just didn’t want to miss the opportunity.