Dance of the Angels (1-4)

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(1) Enrollment

This is a story about the dance of angels. It all started during the summer vacation when I entered university.

My name is Xing, an ordinary 18-year-old girl, 160 cm tall, 45 kg, and with an annoying 36D bust. My usual
interests are dancing and music. I rarely go out with friends and have never had a boyfriend.

This summer, my parents decided to send me to a private dance academy for two months to improve my dancing skills.

At this time, I received a notice from the academy, one of which listed many unreasonable rules: for example,
communication devices must be handed over to the academy for safekeeping, the academy has strict corporal punishment, students must abide by all the rules of the academy,
etc.

After discussing with my parents, I had no objection. After all, an academy that has produced many famous dancers must have
many strict rules.

The next day, the academy staff drove to my home. After saying goodbye to my family, I began
my life at the academy.

The academy, situated in a sparsely populated mountainous area, boasts a
vast . Upon entering, I and the other students gathered in the lobby at the entrance, waiting for someone to lead us.

The first friend I met was Xiaoyou, a girl a head taller than me with a slender figure; she
had also studied dance since elementary school.

After a brief chat, a man in a black suit appeared before us and led us to a large
classroom, where everyone casually took their seats.

"These are your dormitory room numbers, student handbooks, and other identification information. Please read them carefully."

On our first day at the academy, due to time constraints, there were no classes. Coincidentally, Xiaoyou and I were in the same
dormitory room—we seemed destined to be friends!

Next came the seat numbers and class assignments; there were 10 people per class, and I was number 4 in class 3. After receiving our room keys,
Xiaoyou and I excitedly went to our dormitory; it was already 8 PM.

The academy's dormitories were comparable to five-star hotel rooms, and we chatted excitedly in the room.

At this moment, a man walked in without knocking. He said, "Who gave you permission to be so noisy?
Do you think I don't know? Making noise in the room will be punished."

Of course, we weren't yelling, but we weren't speaking softly either.
Besides, it was really impolite of this man to come into our room without knocking. But then we realized that the door couldn't be locked, and the student
handbook said that teachers could check rooms at any time. At this moment, he looked at me and said, "Get up and turn around."

When I turned around, he actually placed his hands on my buttocks and slowly slid them up, then around to my chest and kept
stroking them. "I'm measuring the size of the dance costume. Don't move."

The man said coldly. Although it was obvious that he was taking advantage of me, I didn't say anything.
I started to get nervous when his fingers went into my breast. I didn't expect him to pinch my breast with one hand and twirl his fingers around my nipple
. I accidentally cried out...

"Okay... it's your turn..."

Then it was Xiaoyou's turn. He was also looked over for a while. This stroking method of measuring clothes really gave him a lot of
pleasure .

After the man measuring clothes left, Xiaoyou and I began reading through the student handbook line by line. Despite our desire to avoid becoming problem
students , we discovered quite a few issues.

"Hey, look at the second week of the course… page 36…"

The title read "Continuous Endurance Training with Vibrating Eggs." We looked at each other shyly, feeling puzzled, and too
embarrassed to ask what kind of training it was. It was more practical to just look at tomorrow's classes.

The class schedule was as follows:

6:00 Wake up;
6:20 Assembly;
6:30; 7:30 Exercise;
7:30; 8:00 Breakfast
; 8:00; 12:00 Basic Course;
12:00; 1:00 Lunch
; 1:00; 6:00 Dance Class;
6:00; 7:00 Dinner
; 7:30. Nothing else was listed.

So I looked at the course content. The basic course covered some literary history
and , while the dance was practical instruction. Tomorrow's training was basic leg raises.

I couldn't help but laugh, "Isn't this a bit too basic?" "Won't we practice this all afternoon?" But I was wrong,
I thought to myself tomorrow.

After chatting with Xiaoyou, I went to bed early to prepare for the first class tomorrow.

(2) Jogging

The alarm clock I set to avoid being late woke me and Xiaoyou up at 6:00 sharp. After getting ready for a while,
we set off for the playground not far from the dormitory. We both just put on a cheap t-shirt and jeans
and got ready to go. Perhaps it was because Xiaoyou's white t-shirt was too small, her two full breasts
exuded an alluring scent through the thin fabric.

At 6:15

, Xiaoyou and I arrived at the pavilion on the playground. Many students were also waiting for the teacher to arrive. The first
teacher to appear was Jingxin. She was a young and beautiful woman with short hair. She was dressed in casual clothes. Her beautiful face hid a strict personality that was frightening.

Although it was the first day, a few clumsy students were late. Teacher Jing made them line up, and
the punishment for being late was to slap their hands like elementary school students. However, Teacher Jing's cane was merciless throughout; every
student who received a few slaps had marks on their hands. The first few were alright, but the last few girls suffered.
The punishment was calculated as five slaps for every minute late. The last girl, wearing hot pants, cried after being slapped 35 times
.

After the cane lesson for being late, we were led to the changing room next to the playground to change into our assigned
sportswear . The clothing was far more revealing than I had imagined, and I couldn't help but feel shy looking at myself in the mirror.

The black super-short shorts were practically underwear, and the white tight-fitting tops looked almost transparent.
The rules also prohibited students from wearing bras, which added two pink nipples to the white sports tops.
Red protrusions... I looked at myself in the mirror... my nipples were actually erect and lewdly perked up.

Then we began our first morning exercise class.

"Dance requires sufficient stamina and body coordination, so exercise is very important. Everyone should
work hard! Today we'll practice jogging first."

[The teacher's voice was gentle and kind, but unfortunately, it became demonic when it came to hitting. So, our class of
10 started jogging on the 2000-meter track.

Of course, it wasn't the leisurely and cheerful exercise I had imagined. The reason was that the teacher's cane would always whip your thigh when you
relaxed or couldn't run anymore. It was then that I understood why the shorts were designed to be so short.

In addition, there was a very special rule: the person who ran last would be hit unconditionally.
At first, Xiaoyou and I were leisurely running at the back, until the teacher's cane hit our thighs. A
pain traveled through our skin and into our bodies, and we began to sprint forward.

Perhaps that's the cunning part of this rule?] Those who rushed forward at the beginning to avoid being last
were often the ones who ran out of energy the fastest. But the jogging session was 20 minutes long, and by the last five minutes, everyone was
panting heavily. However, to avoid having their fair thighs ravaged by the cane, they had to keep running.

One girl with dyed hair even collapsed on the ground from exhaustion, but the teacher didn't offer any words of concern;
instead, she whipped her with the cane until she got up and continued running.

Xiaoyou and I did relatively well in the jogging session. Apart from being whipped a couple of times at the beginning,
we got through it safely, much luckier than some of the girls who cried while running.

Back in the locker room, we each went to the showers. I thought about that feeling from earlier—besides feeling wronged, there was
a strange sensation…was it excitement…? Why would I be excited after being hit…? That feeling of being hit
for kept lingering in my mind. Just as I was about to turn on the shower and let the water wash over me, I
looked at my sweat-soaked shirt and the unmistakable lines of my breasts. My two small nipples
became aroused again through my shirt. The whip marks on my thighs reminded me of that feeling from earlier…I touched my
sweatpants and found them completely soaked…it must be sweat…I thought to myself…At that moment, a lewd thought drove
my fingers to slowly move down to my genitals, my fingertips circling my clitoris.

“Hey! Everyone seems to have gone to the cafeteria. You don’t want to be late and get hit, do you?”

Urged on by Xiaoyou, I stopped my strange thoughts, changed back into normal clothes, and went to the cafeteria.

The buffet was so abundant that it could only be described as a feast of delicacies. Seeing this luxurious
breakfast made all the hard work just now worthwhile. After Xiaoyou and I had a hearty meal, we forgot the pain of being beaten.
Perhaps because we were afraid of being beaten, we were also very punctual this time and ate breakfast on time. We arrived at the
classroom .

(3) Subject Class

The classroom was about the same size as a regular high school classroom, but it only had ten seats. After everyone in the class
sat down according to their seat numbers, the teacher stood on the podium and said, "I am your subject teacher, Ziying, in charge of your
applied dance subject."

He was a tall, mature man who was very handsome and a little cute. Everyone happily started chatting with this
handsome teacher. The class time was 8:00. So we went to the changing room behind the classroom to change into our class
clothes. But it was strange. We were just sitting in our seats listening to the class. Why did we need to change our clothes?

The attire for class was like this: a white sailor uniform and a pleated skirt. The skirt was very short; any
large movement would expose my buttocks. The sailor uniform was also quite unique; the material was very thin, almost
transparent . The rules were the same this time, but not only were bras forbidden, but even underwear was prohibited. Was it just about listening
to the teacher's lecture? Why were there such rules?

Then, the bell rang, and Teacher Ziying began the lesson. Classes were roughly divided into two categories:
applied dance and historical knowledge. The former mainly covered various dance movements and standard
postures , while the latter involved memorizing dance history, which was my weakest subject. Teacher Ziying began
lecturing at the front of the class, and everyone opened their beautifully designed textbooks to begin the lesson.

"Today we'll start with applied dance. Please turn to page 20, which will coincide with your afternoon class.
We'll begin with the standard movements of the basics. Do you all know what the basic movements are?"

"Backbend," "Leg raise," "Handstand," "..."

"Everyone answered very well!" Teacher Ziying smiled slightly, and everyone was completely captivated. I never imagined
a teacher could be so charming.

"Then, would you like to invite a student to come up and demonstrate the leg raise we'll be practicing this afternoon?"

Everyone looked at each other. Xiaoyou was about to rush to the front, but I beat her to it.

"Um, this student's name is...?"

"Xing."

"Um, Xing, would you like to lie on the floor and demonstrate the leg raise for everyone?"

"Okay."

Teacher Ziying gently helped me lie down on the floor. The gentle feeling offset the coldness of the floor, and I
lay on the platform and began to perform this movement called the leg raise. The movement is like this: the most basic leg raise is to lie on the ground
, hold one leg with both hands, and raise it at least 90 degrees, without bending the knee. Then, it progresses to 100 degrees, 110 degrees
, and so on .

I remember I used to be able to touch my forehead with my toes, but I've probably been lagging behind because I haven't stretched in a long time. When
I raised my right leg to 90 degrees, I couldn't help but blush for a moment. I forgot that I was wearing a short skirt and
no underwear . When I raised my leg, my entire vulva was exposed to everyone. I felt very ashamed, but I still held my leg
at 90 degrees. This was the first time I had exposed my genitals to everyone like this... and it felt strange...
Teacher

Ziying patted my head and asked me to go back to my seat. She then said, "Actually, you don't need to worry about your body being exposed
. Dance is an art form. It just depends on how you judge it."

After hearing Teacher Ziying's words, everyone seemed to care less, but I still felt very ashamed...
When I returned to my seat, I secretly put my hand under my skirt and found that my genitals were soaking wet. Did I like
being seen by everyone...? No, no, Teacher Ziying said this is art, and I can't have such obscene thoughts.

Afterwards, many students went up on stage to demonstrate various movements. If anyone's execution was incorrect, the teacher would gently
guide them. And so, the first subject class ended.

There were two subject classes in total. The first class lasted until 10 PM, followed by a ten-minute break before the second class, which was my least
favorite subject: dance history.

And the second class wasn't taught by the handsome Ziying; instead, a fierce-looking man ten years his senior walked into the classroom wearing a wrinkled shirt and carrying a rattan cane . He completely ruined the
cheerful atmosphere I had with Teacher Ziying . 　　This teacher was named Kuroda, a very fierce and strict lousy teacher. Not only were his lectures boring, but he also had many abusive punishments. The most basic was that anyone who fell asleep would be woken up by the cane and made to stand as punishment. Anyone who didn't know the answer or wasn't paying attention would also be punished by standing. 　　And this punishment wasn't as simple as everyone imagined. When being punished by standing, you have to put your hands behind your back and lift your skirt up from behind, which means exposing your two white and tender buttocks. Then you have to stand on your tiptoes . If your tiptoes are not high enough when you are being punished, Mr. Kuroda will whip your exposed white and tender buttocks with a rattan cane. Of course, you will also be hit if you put your skirt down. Standing on your tiptoes is not as easy as you imagine. Sometimes you have to stand on your tiptoes for half an hour . You can only sit down when the next student who is being punished appears. By the end, your feet are always sore and painful, but you are afraid of being hit and dare not relax. 　　In short, history is one of my least favorite subjects. I can't answer any questions. I always stand until I am almost exhausted and then get hit until I almost cry. That's how we painfully endured the long history class. After the subject class, everyone went to the luxurious restaurant for lunch and prepared to go to the most important dance class in the afternoon. (4) Forward bend (Part 1) 　　The subject class ended. 　　Inside the cafeteria, 　　everyone chatted while eating, and soon they became friends. The laughter made them forget the pain of the morning's abuse. 　　Besides Xiaoyou, I met another girl named Jiena, a shy girl who seemed difficult to get along with and didn't talk much. 　　After everyone finished their lunch, they headed to the designated dance studio. 　　The studio was large, well-lit, with simple wooden floors, a large mirror at the front, and round wooden handrails for dance studios on both sides. 　　While looking around the studio, we were led to the changing room by an assistant instructor. 　　The dance costumes were pure white, without skirts, and looked like pure white leotards. 　　The semi-transparent fabric clung tightly to my body, and because I wasn't wearing underwear, my nipples and genitals were clearly visible. 　　One of the school rules required everyone to shave their pubic hair, so everyone's vulva was clearly visible . 　　After putting on my clothes and soft dance shoes, I walked out of the dressing room. Everyone exchanged shy glances with me until the dance teacher appeared. 　　The sound of high heels on the classroom floor, and a woman with short brown hair, who looked to be around thirty years old, spoke: "My name is Chiichi, and I'm your dance teacher. By the way, I'm not a very patient person." 　　Skipping the tedious introduction, she started asking everyone to do the first movement. What an annoying person. 　　Everyone took their positions and watched the teacher's movements. 　　The first movement was a basic one called the forward bend. You sit on the floor with your legs extended forward pressing your body forward until it's almost horizontal against your thighs, with your toes pointing forward, not upward. This stretches the hamstrings—a boring but essential basic stretch. 　　Everyone started as instructed, and I was no exception. I tried my best to press my body down, stretching my arms straight forward, but perhaps because I hadn't stretched in a long time, I felt my inner thighs were very tight. Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through my back as Ms. Chiichi whipped me with a wooden cane. 　　Only then did I realize the advantage of the backless design of my dance costume. I turned to look at her, and received another whipping. 　　"Are you slacking off? What's your name?" 　　"Little…gorilla…" I said, my voice trembling as I struggled to press myself down, almost crying from the pain of 　　being hit twice . 　　She walked to my side and stepped on my thigh—or rather, her high heel—the heel digging my thigh, making me cry out in pain. 　　"Straighten your legs too, no slacking off!" 　　After another lash, she finally walked away from me. I thought I could relax a little, but then another lash came. Besides Ms. there were two teaching assistants supervising, who were also helping to beat me. 　　After five minutes of this, I noticed my muscles were gradually stretching, and the pain lessened. I could also lower my body quite a bit, almost to parallel. 　　Meanwhile, the teacher was busy whipping the girl to my left, who was none other than Jenny. 　　Jenny's basic movements looked very clumsy, and her muscles must have been very stiff. Ms. Chiichi didn't have the patience to help her; instead, she stepped on Jenny's back and forcefully pressed her down. Whenever Jenny resisted, she would mark her thigh . 　　I looked up and saw her expression; her eyes were just slightly glistening with tears. She was such a strong girl. 　　After torturing Jenny for exactly 10 minutes, Ms. Chiichi told everyone to rest for five minutes. She slowly got to know everyone, which was definitely not a good thing. 　　While I was still feeling the pain from the whipping on my back, the next training session began. At this moment, the teaching assistants picked up small scissors and walked towards us. 　　Suddenly, a hand grabbed my breast and used scissors to cut the fabric from my dance costume at the nipple area. When he released it, my nipples were exposed. Of course, it wasn't just me; everyone reacted the same way, covering themselves with their arms. At that moment, the teaching assistant fastened a black leather belt around our calves, both feet. We didn't know what it was for and didn't ask. 　　"Because your forward bends are really bad, I've decided to start by strengthening the basics." 　　So, the second movement was still forward bends. The muscles that had just been stretched were suddenly strained by the five-minute rest.

A minute later, it suddenly tightened again, and I felt like I couldn't push it down any further. At this moment, an assistant teacher pressed down on my back,
forcibly pressing me flat, my chest against my calves.

My thigh muscles felt like they were about to snap. I tried to resist, but
this only resulted in being whipped with a rattan cane from behind, forcibly pressing me down. It didn't stop there; then, a black leather belt on my calf had a male ring. He opened the ring, aimed
it at my nipple, and then clamped the ring around my nipple. There was a twist below the ring.

He kept turning it, and the twisting became increasingly...

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