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Synopsis
Every year during vacation, the dance academy takes all its students on a group trip.
The destination is a special place: an island said to improve people’s dancing skills.
They say that any senior student who visits the island, no matter how inflexible she is, comes back with an unusually graceful, feminine air.
It wasn’t until I set foot on that island myself that I finally learned the truth: the entire seven-day, seven-night trip was actually a process of “training.”
This year, I was accepted into the most famous dance academy in the city.
The academy had a rule that everyone loved to cheer for: every vacation, the dean took the dance students on a group trip, covering all our food and lodging.
This year, the trip fell to our group of freshmen during the October break.
The night before we left, I changed into the practice clothes my roommate Jessica handed me and couldn’t help staring at them thoughtfully.
The practice outfit was much thinner than what we normally wore to class, especially the fabric, which felt almost exactly like a young girl’s soft skin.
“Oh, Lily! You look like a seductive little enchantress in that outfit. Even I’m getting thirsty just looking at you!”
After saying that, Jessica grinned and pinched my waist.
Her words made me blush, so I turned toward the mirror.
The woman in the reflection had flushed cheeks, and the outfit outlined her full curves with remarkable clarity. It really did leave plenty to the imagination.
After taking off the practice outfit, I joined my roommates for their late-night gossip session.
They said the department director was actually using the trip as an excuse to give us “special training.”
The citywide dance competition was held every two years, and this year’s event would take place after the October break, while our destination was the academy’s legendary “Dance Island.”
One of my roommates said the island was incredibly magical: every senior student who visited came back with a more flexible waist, making difficult dance movements feel effortless.
At that, Jessica pushed out her impressive chest. “Really? Can it make my weapons even more powerful too?”
The dorm erupted in laughter.
After comparing our respective “weapons,” we washed up and went to bed.
I had barely lain down when I felt the bed above me begin to shake, accompanied every so often by a breathy sound that was both pained and delighted.
Seriously, Jessica was acting up again!
I had originally wanted to ask what Jessica did every night, but at that moment, my mind was filled with the island my roommates had mentioned.
I had known about the dance academy’s vacation trip for a long time.
The winner of the previous competition had been my older sister.
She had only managed to take her dancing to the next level after receiving the dean’s professional training on the island.
So I spent the entire night in excitement.
What kind of special training could turn my stiff-limbed sister into the first-place winner of a dance competition?
The next day, as soon as I followed the group onto the bus, I heard many students looking me over in amazement.
Their attention made me feel confident and pleased, so I knew exactly what had caught their interest.
My sister and I had both inherited our mother’s beautiful figure, especially our chests, which were striking and full, but I was even more developed than either of them.
Even the department director, who had been counting heads, stopped when he saw me and praised me.
“This student is practically overflowing with dancing talent. I’ll make sure to train you properly during the trip!”
At his words, I began excitedly calculating in my head.
After being trained, would I be able to enter the dance competition too?
If I entered the competition, perhaps I could finally learn the secret surrounding my sister from two years ago!
With those expectations in my heart, I began the journey.
Inside the bus, the stuffy air made everyone complain nonstop.
Even though I sat beside the window, I could feel my skirt sticking damply to my skin.
I stopped caring about my appearance and pulled open my neckline to let myself cool down.
Just as I began to feel a little better, someone suddenly blew across my chest.It turned out that the dean had somehow taken the seat beside me.
“Are you hot? It’ll be cooler once we reach the island.”
He was a full head taller than me even while sitting, which meant that everything exposed while I had been fanning myself had probably been visible to him…
At the thought, my face instantly turned bright red.
The dean, however, didn’t seem to notice at all. Instead, he casually took a picture with me, saying he wanted to film a travel vlog for the new dance class.
I obediently copied the strange pose he instructed me to make, looking shyly and awkwardly at the camera.
After taking the picture, the dean enlarged it with satisfaction.
Not long after the bus started moving, sleepiness overtook me.
Just before I fell asleep, I vaguely heard the dean open a voice message on his phone.
It seemed to be the voice of a middle-aged man, who said excitedly, “This group of students looks very promising!”
Our group of dance students really was the most talented in the academy’s history.
That man had recognized it at a glance.
He must have had an exceptional eye and deep expertise in dance.
Thinking about that made me even more eager and curious about the training on the island.
I didn’t know how much time passed before only our bus remained on the roads.
The late-night breeze blew through the window against my cheek, bringing with it a strange wave of drowsiness.
We finally reached the supposed destination at four in the morning.
Before we got off, the dean collected everyone’s phones to keep us from getting distracted during the trip.
The students had been complaining nonstop, but once the dean promised to cover our food and lodging for the entire seven-day, seven-night trip, they agreed.
After all, refusing such a generous deal would be foolish!
The instant we stepped onto the island, all my sleepiness vanished.
It was beautiful! I had never seen a place so breathtaking!
At the center of the island stood a dreamlike castle, surrounded by a lake so deep its bottom could not be seen.
Hanging lamps decorated with images of couples dancing hung all over the island, their light reflecting on the water as though they were putting on an unparalleled visual spectacle for someone.
There was just something strange about those dance poses… Did couples really dance while pinning one another against windows?
Well, maybe my understanding simply wasn’t advanced enough yet!
As we went deeper onto the island, we all noticed that there were actually staff members there.
They wore tight-fitting dance costumes that emphasized every curve, with high, full chests and long, slender legs. Combined with their delicate makeup, they looked just like Barbie dolls.
Each woman even had a dance pose painted across her back.
Seeing everyone cheer, the dean’s lips curved into a faint smile.
“Barbie dolls need to be replaced too. Just like all of you, they represent the future hope of our academy!”
Everyone let out foolish little laughs at his words.
I stared at those Barbie dolls, feeling as though they looked familiar.
Before I could remember where I had seen them, the dean continued leading us into the castle to rest, saying that our official trip would begin the next day.
Still, it was a shame that such beautiful scenery couldn’t be recorded without our phones!Early the next morning, many men arrived on the island.
The dean led them into the castle and introduced them ingratiatingly.
“These are professional instructors I hired at great expense, especially to train your dancing skills.”
Professional instructors?
Looking at the mostly bald men with large bellies, I gained my first objective understanding of what a professional instructor looked like.
But none of my classmates seemed suspicious. Instead, they stepped forward to curry favor with the men.
The dean sternly ordered everyone to step back.
He claimed that dance was an elite discipline and that the instructors had to be the ones choosing their targets.
Next, we were ordered to change into matching practice outfits and stand onstage one after another, striking the provocative poses the dean commanded.
When it was my turn, I deliberately lifted my chest.
The moment I did, I noticed that the professional instructors below froze for an instant when they saw me.
Their bodies even went noticeably rigid.
I grew shy and instinctively tried to hunch my shoulders, but the dean signaled that it was time to show off my flexibility.
The dean told me to kneel on all fours and sway my waist, claiming he wanted to test and improve my lower-back flexibility.
The pose made my slender waist sink naturally while my hips lifted high toward the instructors below, making the movement look almost exactly like something done during sex!
I shot upright on reflex, only to see everyone below giving me enthusiastic thumbs-up.
That was when I realized I had been overthinking it again. They were only checking my basic skills.
Soon, one of the dance instructors chose me.
Unlike all the other instructors, he was very young.
After the selection ended, the dean gave each of us another set of practice clothes.
Although we had supposedly come on vacation, the only thing we did on our second day on the island was get assigned to instructors.
That night, without my favorite late-night companion—my phone—I tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep.
I had planned to try on the new practice outfit, but when I opened the package, I found only a nearly transparent camisole inside.
Looking more closely, I saw that there was almost no fabric at all!
As I watched the flimsy dance costume sway in my hands, my face began to grow warm.
The thought of wearing something like that for the next few days made me feel extremely uneasy.
After thinking it over, I decided to wash it first and hang it out on the balcony.
I had barely climbed back into bed when one breathy female moan after another drifted into my ears.
Curious, I went to the balcony and noticed that some balconies in the opposite building were empty, while others had familiar practice clothes hanging from them.
The sounds were coming from the rooms with clothes hanging outside. In some of them, I could even make out hazy figures of girls kneeling on beds and moving up and down.
Then I suddenly realized that the building opposite us was where the island’s female staff members lived.
Just as I finally remembered where I had seen those faces, my door was pushed open.
In the darkness, the instructor who had chosen me during the day approached with an eerie laugh.
“My judgment really is excellent! It’s only the first night, and you already understand that you’re supposed to turn on the lights. Ha-ha-ha.”
“Your figure gives you a huge advantage as a dance student. Tonight, I’ll teach you some advanced flexibility exercises.”
I froze for a moment. I had clearly locked the door from the inside, so how had he gotten in?
I was just about to ask when he suddenly shoved me to the floor before I could react…
Chapters (3)
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Watch & Promotions
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