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As we settled into the quiet, I couldn’t help but break the silence with a lighthearted comment.

“Teacher, you’re incredible. That was intense—I didn’t know you had that kind of stamina.”

Han Yeon-soo peeked out from behind her arm, her cheeks flushed.
“It’s not that…” she muttered. “I was just… trying my best.”

“Maybe so,” I teased gently, “but you’re making me look bad with how composed you are. You’ve clearly got a competitive streak.”

“Be quiet,” she said, rolling her eyes, though a small smile tugged at the corners of her lips.

The moment felt lighter, the earlier tension fading into a sense of mutual respect and shared effort. Even as we rested, there was an unspoken understanding between us—a bond forged through vulnerability and trust.

“Do you like big dicks? You were moaning the whole time during sex, you’re so hungry for men.”

“… be noisy.”

“This is why I don’t know who was blackmailed into having sex.”

“Ah, anyway! Are we done now?” Han Yeon-soo asked, her voice tinged with frustration and exhaustion.

“What do you mean?” I replied, standing up and stretching as if I hadn’t just spent all my energy moments ago.

Despite everything, there was still work to do—tasks left unfinished. I could feel the weight of my determination to push through.

Han Yeon-soo sat up slowly, covering her mouth with one hand as she noticed my renewed energy.
“You’re ready to keep going?” she asked, incredulous.

“I’ve had a lot of time to rest and think since leaving the academy,” I said with a shrug. “Besides, I’m not one to back down from a challenge.”

She glanced away, clearly conflicted, but eventually met my gaze again, her expression a mix of resignation and resolve.

“What’s next?” she asked, her voice steady despite the situation.

I smiled, appreciating her willingness to rise to the occasion. “I think it’s time for the instructor to really show her skills. Something familiar and comfortable—what you usually do.”

“What I usually do?” she echoed, her face a mix of anticipation and trepidation.

“Exactly. Don’t overthink it—it’s like our sessions at the academy. Focused and professional.”

Her frown deepened, but after a moment, she let out a long sigh and muttered under her breath before stepping off the bed. There was something almost magical about her ability to adapt, even when faced with the unexpected.

He demonstrated a basic yoga pose, the standing pose, lifting one leg behind him with one hand while extending the other arm forward. His movements were fluid and confident.
“This is what you mean, right?” he asked, his tone light but curious.

Even though it was a foundational stance, Han Yeon-soo’s execution had a different quality altogether. As a professional Pilates instructor, she brought grace and precision to her movements, her lines elegant and controlled.

I couldn’t help but admire her from up close, the same way I had once watched her from afar. There was something captivating about her focus and poise.

“Wait a moment—!” she exclaimed suddenly, breaking her concentration.

“Don’t lose focus on your posture,” I said with a teasing smile. “Think of this as a creative exercise.”

She shot me a look, half exasperated, half amused.
“This is pushing it, you know. It’s hard to maintain balance like this,” she muttered, her professionalism shining through despite her obvious discomfort.

I couldn’t help but admire her resilience. Han Yeon-soo adapted to the situation, adjusting her posture with determination, even as she voiced her frustration. Her ability to balance composure and effort was remarkable.

“You’re doing well,” I encouraged. “It’s like you’ve been through all sorts of challenges before.”

“That’s not true,” she replied quickly, her voice tinged with embarrassment, though she didn’t break her stance.

The moment was a blend of tension and lightheartedness, underscored by her unwavering commitment to her craft.

“Why? Learning yoga is a waste of talent.”

“… This isn’t what I expected to be doing,” Han Yeon-soo murmured, her voice tinged with uncertainty.

When I glanced back at her, there was a flicker of hesitation in her expression.
“There’s no way you’d usually make such a bold demand,” she continued, her tone wavering. “This is completely out of character for you.”

“You’re the one actually going along with it,” I replied, attempting a light-hearted tone to ease the tension.

“Well… if it means keeping things quiet, I guess I don’t have much of a choice…” she said, trailing off.

“You’re starting to sound like you’re enjoying this, despite everything,” I teased gently, trying to gauge her reaction.

“… … .”

She avoided responding directly, turning her head slightly to obscure her expression. Whether her silence was one of agreement or discomfort, I couldn’t tell, and I decided not to press her further.

Even so, Han Yeon-soo followed through with my request, showing surprising determination. She moved with a quiet grace, each step deliberate, as if trying to mask her own unease.

The mission required us to work through three different postures. After completing one, I adjusted the scene, ensuring everything was set up properly before continuing. Each change brought a new perspective to the moment, adding layers to the experience.

The final position emphasized Han Yeon-soo’s poise and strength. Her movements seemed almost instinctive, creating a rhythm that resonated with the shared effort. The moment was both surreal and grounding, leaving an impression that lingered long after it ended.

“Ugh, what’s happening? This is exhausting!” she exclaimed, her voice tinged with frustration and surprise. “How do you still have so much energy?”

“It must be youth,” he replied with a wry smile. “But you’re keeping up too—you’re incredible.”

“I’m not keeping up, I’m just trying not to collapse…” she muttered, clearly overwhelmed but determined.

“Maybe, but I can tell our timing is perfect. It feels so natural, like we’re in sync.”

She paused, her breath catching, unsure of how to respond.
“… … .”

“Don’t stop now,” he encouraged, his voice steady. “Let’s finish strong!”

Her legs trembled slightly as she steadied herself, holding her position with visible effort. Each motion carried an air of determination and connection, though the strain was starting to show.

After a moment, she let out a soft sigh, her body relaxing as the tension eased. She turned her head, her expression one of both relief and exhaustion.

The room was heavy with the evidence of their efforts—a bed soaked with sweat and shared emotions. Ha Yeon-su lay sprawled across it, her skin glistening, her breath coming in shallow gasps.

“Haa… haa… is it… over yet?” she whispered, her voice faint but tinged with a hint of something unresolved.

“This is the last one, so just hold on for a little longer. Relax, and I’ll make sure everything is fine,” he said softly, trying to put her at ease.

He adjusted his phone subtly, moving closer, keeping his demeanor calm and reassuring. Ha Yeon-su lay there, draped in a thin blanket, her expression a mix of vulnerability and trust.

The atmosphere shifted from earlier intensity to something gentler, as if savoring the shared moment.
“Ugh… Ah… Hmm…” she murmured, her voice barely audible.

“Are you feeling okay?” he asked, his tone light.

“Well… so-so,” she replied with a small smile. “It’s fine if we take things slow.”

Encouraged by her words, he said, “Okay. Just one keepsake to remember this by.”

“A picture…?” Ha Yeon-su asked, her eyes narrowing in suspicion as she noticed the phone in his hand.

The moment she realized, she turned her head abruptly, trying to avoid the camera.
“What are you doing?” she exclaimed, her voice rising in alarm.

“It’s just a commemorative photo,” he explained quickly, his tone placating.

“Delete it! Are you trying to blackmail me or put this online?” she accused, her voice trembling with anger.

“Calm down. Do you think I’d blatantly take a photo for something like that? Look, I even made sure the blanket was in place for privacy,” he said, attempting to soothe her.

“Delete it now!” Ha Yeon-su demanded, her voice firm, leaving no room for negotiation.

He became very alert and serious.
“Don’t worry about it. Trust me. Your personal information might still be at the academy. If there’s any issue, you can report it later.”

Ha Yeon-su hesitated, her expression uncertain.
“What do you even believe in…” she began, but her voice trailed off, her emotions taking over.

He gently reassured her, his demeanor softening to ease the tension.
“This is such a rare and beautiful moment,” he said lightly. “I’d like to keep something to remember it by. Just one keepsake, something personal. I promise it’s only for me.”

Her hesitation lingered, but eventually, she relented.
“… … Just one,” she said quietly.

“Okay! Just one,” he confirmed with a smile.

With her permission granted, he carefully set the scene. He made sure to maintain her comfort and privacy as he prepared to take a single photo. She shielded her face with her hands, an instinctive move to preserve her anonymity. Ironically, her shy gesture added an unexpected layer of vulnerability to the moment.

Click!

The photo was taken—a striking image capturing the intimacy of the moment, something he intended to cherish privately. With this, the mission was officially complete.

However, a part of him wasn’t quite ready to let go of the moment. Reaching for what he needed, he resolved to savor the time that remained fully.

Lay Ha Yeon-soo down gently, covering her with the blanket as before, moving with care and tenderness. The moment carried a sense of intimacy and calm, reminiscent of a shared connection.

“Eung… ha. Phew… Whew, eww, eww! … … Haa,” Ha Yeon-soo murmured softly, her voice trailing off as she rested.

When the moment ended, I adjusted the blanket with a slightly looser fit to ensure her comfort. Exhaustion overcame me as I collapsed next to her, catching my breath and regaining strength before finally standing up.

After a moment of lingering emotion, Ha Yeon-soo stirred. Gathering her belongings one by one, she offered a quiet farewell.
“It felt nice,” Ha Yeon-soo said, her tone sincere.
“… …” I remained silent, unsure of how to respond.
“Since you treated me kindly, I promise to keep this between us. No one will ever know. Just… be careful.”

She paused before adding, “Make sure no one finds out about your interests. Enjoy them safely.”

As I moved to leave, Ha Yeon-soo stood suddenly, her hand reaching out as if to stop me. For a brief moment, she stood frozen, uncertain. Finally, she let her arms drop.
“It’s nothing,” she said softly, stepping back.

Regret tugged at me, but the glowing [Mission Success!] screen on my phone reminded me of the purpose behind this encounter. With a final glance, I left the room.