I followed her inside.
The bed sheet's color changed to a different color, and the various liquids on the floor could not be found.
However, the ugly smell was not yet removed, proving that the situation earlier was real.
As soon as she entered, she laid a long blanket on the floor and set it up.
Then I turned on my laptop, searched for yoga on New Tube, and turned on a suitable video.
Perhaps because it was a hasty excuse, I saw many shortcomings in many ways, but I purposely looked elsewhere and pretended not to know.
"I'll copy what's here, so please point it out if there's anything weird."
As if she was ready, she lay on the blanket, stood straight in a single position, and looked at the ceiling.
I sat on a desk chair and watched her alternately with the screen of my laptop on the floor.
"Now, before you start, close your eyes and straighten your legs and arms. Be at peace by emptying your mind."
She glanced at the screen and began to copy as she came out of the speaker.
I checked my eyes closed and peered from head to toe.
Unlike what I saw at the gym, he looked different in short-sleeved and shorts.
"Huhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..."
As the body stretched to the maximum, the gaze was automatically fixed on the convexly raised chest.
She didn't stop there, but raised her waist a little more and made her chest stick out to the max.
"Look... I think you held that waist too high."
I tried to watch it as much as I could, but I pointed it out because my chest protruded too much.
She opened her eyes, checked the video, fixed her posture, and smiled at me.
"Thank you. It's definitely nice to get feedback right away. Please tell me right away."
"Now fold your right knee, and stretch it out in the air. Relax your shoulders and hands."
The next pose played while talking.
As was the explanation, she extended her right leg into the air and kept it that way.
I sat on the side of her leg, so I could see the groin between the open legs.
However, what was regrettable was that there were no ax marks, not tight clothes like leggings.
She suddenly rose from her seat as she tried to palpate for a two per cent shortfall.
"Well, maybe it's because it's a normal uniform, so it's hard to take a posture. I'm going to change into my tracksuit for a while."
I took out pink leggings and a light blue sports bra from my closet, perhaps reading my mind.
Then I went into the bathroom and heard a small sound, and soon she came out looking like she was in the gym.
However, he was showing off a more colorful atmosphere, perhaps because it was a bright color.
"I've never seen such a color before."
"It's a color that stands out so much that I don't wear it outside." I'll try it on even when I'm at home."
"That looks good on you, too."
"Thank you."
After laughing for a moment at the compliment, she lay back on the blanket and continued yoga.
Thanks to the leggings, the protruding pelvic bones and ax marks were clearly visible.
"Now grab your right knee and pull it to your stomach. And go back and forth to the right and left."
When I pulled my knee to the stomach, my solid thighs and hips were clearly revealed.
If both sides did that, it was as if they were seducing the top by saying, 'Please hit me.'
Even as the legs began to move on both sides, I even felt the illusion that the bogie was opened and closed.
As time went on, the postures began to get leaner.
In a way, it seemed to appeal to real sex, which was more strange than fitness.
He held both knees in a top position and turned them inward, but the one-sided crack was so stark that it was embarrassing to look at it.
"Hmm... What do you think? "Is your posture the same?"
With a raspy sound, I pushed my butt towards me.
Hold your right leg with your left arm and pull it all the way to the other side.
The large pelvis and thick boji flesh were swollen as if they were coming out of the leggings.
I looked in between for a moment and answered about a second late.
"Oh, yes! It's the same."
"This position feels good as if your pelvis is loosening up."
He smiled slightly at me as if the reaction was good.
Then he stretched out his waist and stretched out his butt a little more.
To be honest, at this point, no matter how hard you go, you're bound to feel something strange.
Even knowing the whole situation, I felt this situation was very strange.
"What the hell is wrong with me?" "Suddenly to me?"
My head was confused when I appealed so openly in reality.
Well, I need to know the right reason to respond, but I didn't know why I was doing this until I caught myself entering the house.
I calmed down and started to slowly sort out what happened today.
Obviously this is how it started.
He had hit his foot during self-defense and arrived at the gym without being able to go away.
There, I kept glancing at my ruler, and I came home first and self-defended like crazy.
And I'm here to comfort my self-esteem because ghosts didn't come.
...a decline in self-esteem?
A ridiculous idea occurred to me for a moment.
The delusion of seeing my reaction and trying to gain confidence in my body.
I saw Yoon Hye-yoon still sticking out her butt.
A wild posture and body that makes you want to hit right away.
I wanted to go down and pat that butt right away, but I held it back.
Touching Onahol and doing it in reality were completely different.
If I misinterpreted the current situation, it could have caused a bigger problem.
Still, I thought it could be taken as meaning that I gave some permission to show such a posture to me.
I decided to go out more boldly.
"If you watch that video, you put your knees up a little more and your arms out to the other side."
"Oh really?" I can't see it well because of my posture right now."
"Then I'll help you."
He came down from his chair, sat beside her, and held his arms gently.
They flinched at the moment they touched each other, but they tried to keep calm.
Up close, I smelled a good smell and I moved my arms and made it into a video.
"It's exactly this position. The caption says to hold it for about 20 seconds and turn the other side."
"Yes. All right. Thank you."
I naturally touched it, but there was no bad response.
I thought I could touch the sensitive part little by little while maintaining this level.
20 seconds later.
The butt went to the other side, and instead her face returned to this side.
Eyes met and smiled embarrassingly as if they were ashamed of each other.
And she opened her mouth as if it was a little too much to stay still.
"It's nice to have someone working out with like this."
"I'm so glad that someone who's good at sports is my neighbor. I was really at a loss at first."
"No, it's okay. I'm getting help like I am now, and it's fun to teach."
"But, I'd rather get it from a pretty person like Hye-yoon than from a person who's in the middle of nowhere like you."
"Yes, yes?"
I asked in a high voice if I hadn't expected it.
However, as if it was good to hear, my eyes became round and I started shuffling around my mouth.
There's no one who doesn't like compliments.
According to this trend, it seemed possible to fill the original purpose of self-esteem.
"Am I pretty?" "Really?"
When I thought for a moment and there was no answer, she asked first in a voice full of expectation.
I said it with 90% of my heart.
"It's pretty. It's not self-interest or empty words. I've never seen anyone prettier than Hyeyoon."
"Hehe, that's a little over the top. Thank you for saying that."
I couldn't hide my good feelings and my expression kept getting mushy.
Even after 20 seconds, I thought I forgot that I was doing yoga, but I kept on struggling while maintaining that position.
It was quite cute, but a little too much to keep staring at, I turned to the laptop screen.
Then, she also relaxed her posture and turned the video forward and played it again.
"This is a sit-down pose."
"I know. It's similar to stretching."
It was like a meditation.
She sat upright, her hands held together over her head, and relaxed.
In that state, one hand was on the floor and the other hand began to be stretched to the other side.
I could see all her clean armpits as I was diagonally looking.
It was a skin that looked like it would slip when touched without any coloring.
As a bonus, the inside of the breastbone and the side chest that protrudes from between the clothes.
There was no place to put my eyes on, and I was embarrassed to keep looking at it, so I started to copy yoga together.
Then she looked at me with twinkling eyes.
"Would you like to do it together? "Woojin, do you want to change into something comfortable?"
"Oh, I'll do that. These pants are a little uncomfortable because I'm right from the gym."
"I'll wait without locking the door. Take your time."
"Yes. I'll be back."
After answering, I returned to the room and opened the closet.
It didn't have that many clothes in it, but I searched everywhere for clothes that stuck together.
In a moment.
I found something similar, if not completely attached, like the training suit at the gym.
When I looked in the mirror, the silhouette where the paper slightly protruded was perfect.
I went back into her room and showed off my clothes.
He didn't forget to push his waist forward.
"How about this? "It's a sportswear I bought before. Is it okay?"
"Oh, yes, it's okay..."
The end of the speech was a little slouchy.
Her eyes were fixed on my bed for a moment, and she immediately turned to avoid it.
I sat next to her, pretending not to know, and took the same pose.
Yoon Hye-yoon looked at me for a moment and spoke carefully.
"That... I only have this for the bottom...""What should I do?"
Come to think of it, you were doing it on the blanket, right?
She looked around and looked for something similar, but she couldn't think of anything in particular.
After thinking about it, he got up from his seat and spread the blanket wide.
"Let's do it together here. I'm going to wash it anyway, so it's okay to sweat."
Yoga began on a blanket that did.