Chapter 3

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…