## Chapter 4: Pilates & Yoga Instructor Ha Yeon-su (33 years old / Divorced ♡)
"Phew."
Warm sunlight pours in as she pulls back the curtains.
Ha Yeon-su, having finished a short adult broadcast in the early morning, had what's known as a "honey sleep".
After ending a sexy broadcast, her heart would race wildly, but the moment she lay down, the soft feel of the bed would lull her into sleep. Even her dreams were pleasant, like floating on clouds.
Humming a tune, she enters the shower.
Living a double life behind a mask.
At first, she started small by taking mirror selfies with her phone covering her face, showing off her body. But before she knew it, it had evolved into broadcasts.
What began as a little fun to pass the time had become the joy of her life.
A famous academy instructor and popular live streamer.
Her YouTube was approaching the Gold Button, with numerous cable TV appearances.
She'd received several awards from the Pilates Association for good promotion, and her many subscribers gave her influence in the media.
All these achievements were embodied in this very body.
The smooth, toned figure reflected in the shower mirror.
Her ample, natural breasts were quite impressive.
But Ha Yeon-su's real weapon was her lower body.
Men could barely contain themselves over her wide hips and firm thighs.
Ha Yeon-su didn't mind those gazes either.
At her peak, they were as annoying as flies by a river, but entering her 30s, her libido increased and she began to enjoy it.
Perhaps that's why.
Ha Yeon-su had achieved a brilliant career, fame, popularity, and wealth.
With no higher ground to reach, she grew bored. Finding pleasure in the wolfish gazes of younger men, she naturally fell into adult broadcasting.
She was excited by this vulgar alter ego, newly sprouting on fresh ground.
Unlike when demonstrating yoga, the viewers' lewd comments praising and degrading her as she shook with much more exposure made her wet below.
She eagerly showed off her well-sculpted body, the symbol and pride of her career.
Her self-esteem soared, and she felt truly loved.
However, the stimulating adult broadcasts risked losing all the career she'd built up.
When her cumulative broadcast time surpassed 100 hours, she suddenly came to her senses.
She tried to satisfy her sexual urges by meeting men, and looked for something new to start besides adult broadcasting.
After divorcing her husband, she dated successful men with homes, cars, high education and salaries. But she quickly lost interest.
Somehow, she grew tired of gentlemanly men who just agreed with everything she said.
In truth, the reason for her divorce was Ha Yeon-su's infidelity, but after divorcing, it actually decreased.
She tried finding new hobbies.
Calm pursuits like flower arranging and tea ceremony.
She even looked into getting certifications and signed up for classes, but quit after the first day each time.
That's when Ha Yeon-su belatedly realized.
Advancing in life was no longer her goal.
She just wanted to enjoy the pleasures her body craved.
The stimulation that set her heart on fire, like the dirty, sticky taste unique to internet broadcasts.
Not simply meeting handsome men to feel superior and satisfy her sexual urges like before, but craving something more instinctual and addictive.
She wanted stimulation that would excite her.
So far, only adult broadcasting had provided that.
'Come to think of it, that male student has been coming diligently lately...'
As she dries off with a towel after her shower, she recalls.
Usually men who come with ulterior motives after watching her broadcasts get utterly humiliated by the tight clothes and ajumma combo and drop out after a day or two, but he was different.
Taller than average, with decent muscles from regular exercise, but overall an unremarkable rookie.
However, what bulged out of the spandex when he lifted his legs was far above average.
Honestly, she'd never seen one that big among all the men she'd met.
It was like an iron club.
'Just being big doesn't necessarily mean it's good.'
In fact, many men confident in their size end up ruining the bedroom.
There are plenty of stupid males in the world who make a mess and then ask if it felt good.
'Still, his effort is admirable. Maybe I'll meet him once?'
His boldness in trying to get her number from day one was somewhat appealing, and as a virile young male, he clearly wants her.
Plus, his blatantly lewd gaze targeting her isn't bad.
Thinking she might play with him once if he keeps following her diligently, she resumes her unfinished humming.
***
─ Good work everyone!
As the morning class ends, students and instructor bow together.
Wiping sweat from his hair with a towel while checking his phone, he's in a foul mood due to his bulge.
While drinking water to rehydrate, he senses someone approaching from behind.
Turning around as his shoulder is tapped, he sees it's instructor Ha Yeon-su.
"Good work, Sun-woo."
"Ah, yes. ...Is something the matter?"
He's already completed five days of "bulge Pilates",
But this is the first time Ha Yeon-su has spoken to him first since he hit on her on day one.
Ha Yeon-su smiles, showing off white teeth on her small face.
"I'm honestly grateful for your hard work."
"Grateful?"
"Most quit after a day or two. Pilates is uncomfortable for men in many ways so they often quit, but you're the first man I've seen so passionate about it, Sun-woo."
It's only been 5 days for me though?
But I understand.
This space full of women with not a single man - it's not heaven, but hell.
I have a purpose, but there aren't many warriors who can endure this pink stench.
Plus, penis length is forcibly revealed.
Most would run away before class even starts.
"You're definitely different, Sun-woo. Everyone else... finds it humiliating and can't bear it. They can't even look at me on stage properly, and the older ladies can be mischievous, making it hard to adapt. You've really endured well."
"I guess I've just become that shameless. Thank you."
As I accept the praise sincerely, her eyes briefly flick downwards.
She scratches her cheek awkwardly.
"Um... you must have been embarrassed all this time, right? Since we rarely have men, the quality of the borrowed clothes isn't great. I-I'll specially order new clothes for you, seeing your passion?"
If you know it's hard, you should have changed it earlier.
Or was it some kind of initiation?
"...No. The clothes are fine."
"You don't need them?"
"No. Rather, I found a pose online that's hard to follow - could you show me how to do it?"
"Oh! Which one?"
Seeming truly pleased by the passionate male student, she approaches me without aversion despite my sweat.
I pull up a video on my phone and hold it right up to Ha Yeon-su's face.
"This kind of move, what do you think?"
"T-this is..."
Ha Yeon-su is shocked.
The video shows a woman doing the Zero Two dance with her chest fully exposed.
Though masked, the hips and thighs are 200% Ha Yeon-su herself.
The scene of her shaking her waist plays on repeat.
I wait to see how she'll react as she freezes up.
"W-what is this? It's troublesome to suddenly show me something like this, Sun-woo."
Ha Yeon-su turns away the phone I'm pushing towards her, forcing a smile.
It's an obvious cheap bluff.
She starts to deny it, perhaps playing dumb.
"Really? It looks quite similar to someone to me."
"...I don't know this person. It's unpleasant to look at, so please put your phone away."
"Just a moment. I have a bit of a precognitive ability."
"What?"
She frowns at my completely irrelevant statement.
"I feel like if I go home and turn on my computer, after a while some male community will be circulating this video compared with someone's photos. I wonder how long it would take for the truth to come out? These days, netizen detectives are scary, so it might not last long."
I give one example.
That brief example seems to drain the blood from her face as she freezes like she's having sleep paralysis.
It's like white steam is rising from her head as her CPU overheats.
A surprise attack is always best.
In a space where she can't think for long, I strike at her weak point by making her imagine the situation she fears most.
This allows me to easily gain the upper hand.
To finish, I pull up the corners of my mouth in a vile smile.
I whisper in her ear.
"I'll wash up in the shower room, then let's meet downstairs."
Hearing this, she finally seems to grasp what kind of person I am.
Being so blatantly blackmailed, she tightly clenches her small fist.
For a moment it seems like her brain is panicking, but she overcomes it with strong willpower.
"I-I still have another class left..."
She's worried about her schedule in this situation. What an impressive woman.
"There's a substitute instructor. Put someone else in charge and follow me."
"But..."
"Don't you understand the situation you're in?"
"..."
"If you obediently follow along, my lips will stay sealed."
Reluctantly, her small head nods.
As I start walking, Ha Yeon-su stands in place for a long time, as if organizing her thoughts.
After washing up lightly, I wait for Ha Yeon-su leaning against the academy entrance.
As over 20 minutes pass, I start to wonder if she called the police, but that option is too stupid.
This is a fire Ha Yeon-su brought upon herself.
It's not hidden camera blackmail, but material openly taken from the adult broadcast she secretly runs.
I simply discovered Ha Yeon-su's explosive secret.
Even if she goes crazy and plays the police card, Ha Yeon-su herself would have to prove the connection between herself and the naked woman doing the Zero Two dance.
It would be a comedy like no other.
Still, you never know what might happen, so as I'm preparing what to say if the police come, I hear someone approaching from behind.
Turning around, it's Ha Yeon-su.
She's wearing a brand-name tracksuit with three stripes, along with a mask and hat.
The baseball cap suits her small head and shoulder-length bob.
Is she hiding because she's famous?
She's disguised like a star idol secretly meeting for sex. She's ready to follow.
It seems she now fully understands her position.
"Well then, shall we go?"
"Wait... where are we going?"
"Where else? A motel, of course."
"So you really intend to...?"
"Don't worry. If you follow along well today, I won't bother you after this."
"W-wait!"
The slender arm I grab pulls taut.
I thought she might resist annoyingly at this point, but,
"Let's... let's go to my place. It would be troublesome if we're caught entering a motel."
It was an unexpected suggestion.
From the video background, it seemed like she lived in a nice house. Since I don't have to pay and it's even an upgrade, there's no reason to refuse.
I lightly lick the inside of my lip.
"Sure, why not."
I gladly agree to fuck her at home as she hopes.