The yoga studio was quiet save for the instrumental music coming from the speakers as background noise. The room was warm with a soothing atmosphere but the tension in the air was anything but relaxing.
Angela stood in front on Lumian with her hands on her hips and eyes fixed on Lumian's.
"You're really serious about this?" Angela asked, trying to confirm Lumian's intentions
"What can I say?" Lumian replied, flashing her an easy smile. "I have a new appreciation for flexibility."
Angela raised an eyebrow. "We'll see if that enthusiasm lasts."
"All right," Angela began, clapping her hands together. "Let's start with some basic stretches to warm up. Follow my lead."
As she said, she began with simple warm-up poses, Angela led the students through the familiar motions with grace and precision. She occasionally glanced back at Lumian, expecting some hint of discomfort or struggle from his tall frame. Instead, he moved with the same unnerving fluidity as her, It was a… different sight to see.
"Impressive," Angela remarked, her tone neutral, though there was a glint of challenge in her eyes.
Lumian smirked, holding a perfect Warrior II pose. "That almost sounds like a compliment, I'm glad. But it's really not as hard as I thought it would be"
Angela scoffed. "Don't get cocky. The warm-up is the easy part."
Angela transitioned into more advanced poses, her movements growing increasingly complex and demanding. She demonstrated the 'Dancer's Pose' flawlessly, her raised leg forming a perfect arch as her fingertips reached toward the ceiling.
"Let's see you try this one," she said, her gaze fixed on Lumian.
Lumian took his time, adjusting his stance before effortlessly mirroring the pose. His balance was impeccable, his expression calm. "Like this?" he asked innocently.
Angela's smile tightened. "Not bad. But we're just getting started."
For the next half hour, Angela guided Lumian through a series of increasingly difficult stretches. She called out instructions with growing intensity, determined to find something that would challenge Lumian.
"Side Crow Pose. Let's see how you handle this," she said, balancing on her hands with her body twisted sideways.
Once again, Lumian executed the pose with frustrating ease, holding it longer than ever Angela herself .
"Relax, Angela," he teased, his voice carrying just enough smugness to rile her. "You're looking a little tense. Maybe you're the one who needs to stretch properly."
Angela's eyebrow twitched. "Oh, really?" she said, standing upright and crossing her arms. "Since you're such an expert, why don't you show me a few poses?"
Lumian's smirk widened. "If you insist."
'Heh. You've dug your own grave' Lumian laughed internally
Lumian approached Angela, his movements unhurried but purposeful. She stood her ground, watching him warily as he stopped just behind her.
"Let's start with something simple," he said, his hands resting lightly on her shoulders.
Angela stiffened at the unexpected touch but didn't pull away. Before she could protest, Lumian gently guided her into a stretch, his hands were firm yet surprisingly gentle.
"Relax," he murmured, his voice low and smooth. "You're too tense. Let me help."
Angela opened her mouth to respond but found herself momentarily speechless as he bent her into a deep stretch. The pose felt different, intense yet oddly comfortable.
"See?" Lumian said, his tone teasing. "Much better."
He moved her into another position, this one more challenging and undeniably suggestive. Angela's cheeks flushed as she realized how close their bodies were, Lumian left no room between their bodies, with each pose he pressed his body tighter into hers.
Maybe it was all the yoga she did, but Angela's body was soft to the touch like a bouncy plush. As Lumian caressed her, he felt blood rushing to his lower region—a natural reaction for a man in that position.
Unlike what most people would do, Lumian didn't hide his growing erection, instead he pressed it against Angela's soft buttocks, he wanted her to know he was hard for her.
"Lumian," she began, trying to inject some authority into her voice, "this isn't exactly—"
"Shh," he interrupted, his breath warm against her ear. "Focus on the stretch."
Despite herself, Angela found it impossible to resist his guidance. His hands moved with confidence, adjusting her limbs and posture with precision. Each new position pushed her limits, yet the tension in her muscles melted away under his touch and so did her mind too.
Soft, involuntary moans escaped her lips as Lumian worked, each one deepening the blush on her face.
"Ahnn~Mmh"
"Good," Lumian said, his voice a mix of amusement and approval. "You're finally letting go."
Angela shot him a glare, though it lacked its usual sharpness. "You're enjoying this too much," she muttered.
Lumian grinned. "And you're finally enjoying yourself. We're making progress."
He shifted her into another pose, his hands brushing against her lower back as he adjusted her stance. Angela's breath hitched, and she closed her eyes, trying to regain control.
After what felt like an eternity, Lumian stepped back, letting his hands fall to his sides. "That's all I've got," he said casually, wiping his hands on a towel.
Angela blinked, her body still tingling from the session. "You're… done?" she asked, her voice shaky.
Lumian nodded. "For now."
Realization dawned on Angela as she replayed the last several minutes in her mind. Her face turned crimson, and she quickly turned away, busying herself with gathering the class materials.
"I think we're done for today," she said quickly, avoiding his gaze. "Class dismissed."
Lumian walked up to her as she gathered her belongings in a hurry, "It's getting late, I don't think it would be a good idea to walk home alone. Perhaps I should walk with you," He suggested, flashing his fake but effective fake smile
Still flustered by what had just transpired, Angela shook her head, "I'll be fine, it's not my first time walking alone." She replied, averting her gaze from him
"Okay" Lumian said
As Angela exited the gym, she felt a presence beside her and sighed. "Why are you following me, Lumian? I told you I'm fine on my own."
"I'm not following you," Lumian said innocently. "Just heading in the same direction."
Angela narrowed her eyes but didn't press further. The two walked in silence, the air between them thick with unspoken tension.
As they walked together through the darkening streets, Lumian glanced at Angela. "So," he began casually, breaking the silence "why isn't your husband picking you up? Doesn't he usually come for you?"
Angela hesitated for a moment before answering. "I like walking," she said, her tone clipped.
Lumian raised an eyebrow but didn't press. Just as she seemed ready to leave the subject alone, she added, "Lately, though, he's been acting strangely. He wasn't like this before we married."
Lumian saw his opportunity. Placing a hand on Angela's shoulder, he activated 'corruption'.
"Sometimes," he said smoothly, "people aren't what they seem—until you really get close to them."
Angela's head dropped slightly as the corruption took hold. Her mind wandered, doubts creeping in. 'Had I made a mistake marrying Michael?'
She shook her head resolutely. "I know who I married," she said firmly.
Lumian gave a small, knowing smile. "That's what I thought too. Until I recently found out my wife was cheating on me."
Angela's eyes widened in surprise, though she remained silent.
Lumian sighed, continuing his fabricated story. "The signs were there. Keeping secrets, changes in attitude, lack of affection… even little things like new habits. Does any of that sound familiar?"
Angela didn't respond immediately, but her silence spoke volumes. Her thoughts raced as she mentally cataloged Michael's recent behavior.
"He's… cheating on me?" she whispered, her voice tinged with disbelief. "But we just got married."
Lumian's grip on her shoulder tightened slightly as he used corruption again. "I didn't say that," he said softly, his tone almost sympathetic. "But if that's what the evidence points to…"
Angela fell silent, lost in thought.
Suddenly, her musings were interrupted as she bumped into someone. "I'm so sorry—" she began, only to freeze as the man pulled out a shiny knife.
"Give me all your money!" the man demanded.