Callahan, the female instructor, rubbed her chest. It felt like Claire had almost crushed her legs.
But in the face of this cheerful and likable little monkey who excelled in everything, she said helplessly, "Claire, this is a lesson, not an exam. I'm only asking you to help with a combat demonstration; this isn't a real fight."
Claire nodded and asked awkwardly, "Should we continue? I promise to cooperate this time."
Callahan subconsciously covered her chest with her hands and shook his head. "No, you can go back and sit down. Um… Barbara, why don't you come up?"
Making a circle around the male students, she picked the fatty whom Instructor Harry had hit to finish running.
Barbara stood up nervously. "M- me? Really?" Barbara's face was already a little red.
Callahan said, "Yes, you. Attack me."
Barbara took two hesitant steps forward.
"Hurry up, don't dawdle," Callahan shouted.
