The Dance Teacher’s Private Cure

Chapter 1

"Mmm~ Teacher, you can't press any harder."

In the dance studio, my dance instructor Charles Winston corrected my posture.

His hands gripped the inside of my thighs, pressing down firmly.

"Spread your legs wider. With your condition, you need rigorous training."

His movements pushed the itching sensation in my body to its peak.

To avoid failing the dance class, I had to let the teacher press against my body, even touch me there...

My name is Lily Anderson, a freshman dance student at the Arts Academy.

My body developed perfectly—curvy in all the right places, especially my long legs, making me a natural dancer.

Walking down the street, the breeze lifting my skirt could stir men's desires.

That's why I was called the once-in-a-century campus belle.

But behind this glamorous appearance, I couldn't even perform a basic split properly.

It wasn't due to inflexible ligaments.

Whenever I spread my legs, an unbearable itch consumed my body, and moisture flooded between my thighs.

During exams, male judges would stare intently at that area, making me feel both itchy and embarrassed, to the point where I couldn't even execute the moves correctly.

As a result, I kept failing.

With finals approaching, if I failed again, I would be expelled from the academy.

After dinner one evening, my dance instructor Charles Winston called me to the dance studio, saying he wanted to help me practice.

I pushed the door open and walked in.

The usually crowded dance studio was empty except for the two of us.

He stood in the center, his eyes roaming over my body, a faint smile playing on his lips.

"H-hello, Mr. Winston." I stood at the doorway, greeting him timidly.

"Lily, you're here." He walked over, closed the door, placed a hand around my waist, and guided me to the center of the room.

His hand remained on my waist, seemingly gently massaging it.

A burning, tingling sensation spread from my waist.

"Do you know why I called you here alone?"

"Because my grades are too poor. My movements are never correct." I replied softly.

"At least you're aware. Finals are coming up. If you fail again, you'll be expelled. You need to find a solution quickly."

I pleaded with Charles anxiously. "Teacher, please help me. I don't want to be expelled. My father would kill me."

Charles wore a troubled expression and sighed. "But you still can't even do a basic split. This is difficult for me too."

I lowered my head, stammering. "It's not that I can't do the split. It's that I... I..."

I suddenly choked up. Charles pressed curiously.

"What is it?"

"I... have a condition. Whenever I spread my legs, it gets unbearably wet and itchy... and I lose all strength." I glanced up shyly at Charles.

I had never told anyone about this. It had always been my secret.

After hearing this, Charles looked somewhat excited. He said seriously,

"Your condition is complex, but I have a way to help you cure it. However, you must follow my instructions unconditionally."

Hearing that it could be cured, my eyes filled with hope. "Really? I'll do anything you say, Teacher, if it can help me."

Charles nodded with satisfaction. "I understand your symptoms. First, I need to test your body's sensitivity so I can prescribe the right treatment."

He pointed to the pink yoga mat on the floor.

"Lie down here. Relax your body. Imagine you're at home."

I trusted my teacher completely. Without hesitation, I lay flat on the yoga mat.

Suddenly, Charles knelt on one knee beside me. One hand moved directly to my chest.

Chapter 2

I was startled.

No man had ever touched me there before.

Facing Charles Winston's sudden move, I quickly covered my chest in alarm.

Seeing this, Charles looked displeased.

His tone turned stern.

"Do you want to pass the exam or not?"

"How can I treat you if you don't cooperate?"

I stammered.

"It's just... no one has ever touched me there before. I'm... I'm scared."

"What are you afraid of? I'm your teacher, not some stranger."

Charles withdrew his hands and stood up.

"If you're scared, then forget the treatment. You can go back and prepare to fail the course."

He turned to leave.

Hearing the threat of failing, I quickly grabbed his arm.

"No, teacher! I'm just worried about feeling ticklish. I'll listen to you. I'll accept the treatment."

Charles stopped.

He sat back down beside me.

"That's better. Now, relax. Don't block with your hands."

His hands went directly to my chest.

I was only wearing my leotard.

The material was very thin.

His hands moved over the fabric, almost touching my skin directly.

I felt a warm, rubbing sensation.

A tingling, numbing feeling spread through me.

My body reacted strangely.

A fire ignited low in my abdomen.

Charles's hands kept shifting.

He pressed.

He kneaded.

The soft curves changed shape under his palms.

A soft, breathy sound escaped my throat without my meaning it to.

His face clearly showed a look of greedy satisfaction.

"How does your body feel?" he asked, leaning close.

I was still tense.

I could only keep my muscles tight.

"It feels... tingly and itchy. Your hands are so warm."

Being touched so intimately by a man...

I never thought it could feel this good.

"Feeling itchy is a normal reaction. But yours is quite strong. Have you had a boyfriend before?"

"No. You're the first man to ever touch my chest."

"I see. You lack a man's... nourishment. You should find a boyfriend soon."

As he spoke, the pressure from his hands increased.

I developed early.

That part of me has always felt... hungry.

I've wanted a boyfriend for a long time.

But my parents are strict.

They never let me spend time with boys.

"Do you ever... comfort yourself?" Charles asked.

His hand slid down from my abdomen.

It moved lower.

He began rubbing gently there.

A wave of aching itchiness hit me.

The desire inside me kept rising.

I tensed every muscle.

I fought against the deep, bone-marrow itch.

I spoke with difficulty.

"N-no. I've never tried anything like that."

Charles's eyes grew hotter.

"Then you really need to find a man. Otherwise, your body will just get more and more uncomfortable."

Hearing this, I immediately sat up from the floor.

It was like seeing hope.

"Then I need to find a boyfriend right away."

Charles pressed on my shoulders.

He pushed me back down.

"Final exams are almost here. Where will you find a boyfriend in such a short time?"

"Besides, they won't understand like a teacher does. Only I can help you with your body's sensitivity."

As he spoke, he untied the strap of my leotard.

My smooth, sweet shoulder was exposed.

Along with a full, rounded curve.

I watched Charles nervously.

My heart beat faster and faster.

My body grew hotter.

He saw my hesitation.

He comforted me.

"Don't worry. I'm your teacher. I'm just helping you overcome your physical sensitivity."

"Come on, lie down. Spread your legs. Like you do in dance practice."

His hands gripped the inside of my thighs.

He pushed them apart.

My legs were already forced open a little by his strength.

Chapter 3

My leotard only covered my crotch.

My legs were clad in white tights specifically for dancing.

When I spread my legs, my mound swelled like a little hill.

Under his gaze, it was already soaked.

"No, don't... it's so itchy there..."

A tingling sensation shot through my limbs like an electric current.

My entire body felt weak and limp.

But Charles pressed harder.

He gripped both my legs, forcing them apart.

"Don't be afraid. Feel the changes in your body. Then enjoy them."

"Teacher... I feel awful," I pleaded in agony.

But Charles grew unusually excited.

A tent had formed in his pants.

"Endure it a little longer. I'm helping you desensitize."

He knelt on one of my legs, pinning it firmly to the floor.

One hand held my other leg, preventing me from closing them.

I felt his scorching gaze fixed between my thighs.

My whole body felt as if ants were crawling deep into my bones.

Soon, a warm flow escaped, dampening my leotard.

Charles stared intently, his eyes wide.

"I've never seen a woman as sensitive as you."

He extended a finger, gently tracing my wetness.

An explosive itch erupted from between my legs, rapidly spreading through my body.

As his finger moved up and down, it even probed along the folds, pushing inward.

Intense pleasure made my entire body tremble uncontrollably.

My legs shook incessantly.

Every cell felt ready to burst. My whole brain began to itch.

I could only beg desperately. "Teacher, no... please spare me."

Charles grew even more excited.

His movements not only quickened, but he also bent down.

His head moved between my thighs.

One hand hooked my leotard, pulling it aside.

My secret was instantly exposed before him.

"So beautiful," he praised.

I grew even more embarrassed. No one had ever seen that before.

I hurriedly covered it with my hand.

"Teacher, don't... it's dirty."

Charles pushed my hand away.

"It's fine. I don't mind. If it helps cure you, I can endure a little."

Then, he actually extended his tongue.

He began swirling it wildly inside.

"Ah... ah..."

I had never experienced such intense pleasure before.

I couldn't control myself and cried out.

It felt like an eel was wriggling between my legs, wet and slippery.

"Yes, just like that. Cry out loudly. Release all the sensations from your body."

Charles increased his force.

For a moment, I forgot where I was.

My mind was filled with that excitement, lost in breathless panting.

My entire spine tingled, as if electric currents were coursing through my body.

My leotard was soaked with sweat, dampening the entire yoga mat.

I don't know how long passed before Charles finally sat up.

His tongue still licked the corner of his mouth.

I finally regained awareness.

My body did feel much more comfortable, not as unbearably itchy as before.

"Teacher, am I cured now?"

My voice was hoarse from crying out, reduced to a raspy sound.

But Charles removed my shoes, revealing my rounded feet in white tights.

"This is just the beginning. The next step is crucial."

"Come, take off your tights and leotard."

He hooked his fingers at my hips and pulled forcefully, stripping off my tights.

He grasped my flushed foot and brought it to his nose, inhaling.

"Dancers really do smell nice."

"Teacher, what are you going to do next?"

Just as I wondered about the next treatment, Charles suddenly dropped his pants.

He revealed his enormous size.

Then he grabbed both my legs and hoisted them onto his shoulders.

"Teacher! You... what are you doing?"

Before I could react, Charles pounced on top of me.