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It had been five days since Yoonchae had missed training due to a fever.
The first day, you handled it fine.
But as the days went by, it became unbearable. Yoonchae made the hours in the studio more enjoyable. You laughed together during breaks, helped each other with steps you couldn't get right, shared food.
You realized that without her, you were really getting bored.
So, to pass the time, you had chosen the worst possible option: you started bothering the other members.
With Megan, you discovered you could get under her skin with very little. During warm-up, you positioned yourself to stretch right in front of her. Your ass centimeters from her face.
With Sophia, you waited for the perfect moment. You knew she always entered the locker room at the same time, so you made sure you were changing your shirt just as the door opened. When you turned around, her cheeks were flushed.
With Dani, you were more direct. During a break, you sat on her lap without asking. As if it were the most natural thing in the world. Your legs on either side of her hips, your chest against her chest, your face so close to hers you could feel her warm breath on your lips.
With Lara, you called her over to help you stretch. She placed her hands on your back and pressed, which led you to "accidentally" let out a loud moan right near her ear.
With Manon, you were less discreet, leaning on her more than necessary during dances, complaining you were doing it wrong just to repeat it over and over and over again.
That morning, after all that, the five of them had had enough.
When you looked up, the five of them were around you, their gazes fixed on you.
"What?" you asked, uninterested.
No one answered. Sophia walked toward you. Each step echoed on the wooden floor, each step made you step back until your back hit the mirror.
"You know what?" Sophia said, calm — too calm. "That's it."
"I don't know what you're talking about—"
Her hand lifted. Her fingers grabbed your chin, lifted your face, forced you to look her in the eyes.
"Today it ends," she said. "Today you learn to behave."
And before you could answer, the others were already on you.
Dani stood up. She walked to the soundboard and grabbed something: a pink silicone dildo, of considerable size, with a round base and a remote control that she held in her other hand.
"You see this?" Sophia said, taking the dildo from Dani's hands. "This is going to be inside you for the whole training session."
"And you're not going to take it out," Sophia continued, as if you hadn't interrupted her. "No matter how hard it is. No matter how much you want to. You don't take it out until we tell you to."
"Why are you doing this?" you asked, your voice trembling.
"Because we love you," Manon said from behind, and her voice was soft, almost tender, which made it worse. "And because little bitches need to be taught who's in charge."
Sophia knelt between your legs and with a quick motion pulled down your shorts along with your underwear. The tip of the dildo brushed your entrance. You felt your body tense up.
"Relax," Sophia said. "If you get nervous, it'll hurt more."
"Soph-Sophia, it won't fit—"
She pushed. The head of the dildo entered slowly, and you felt it stretch you, fill you, open you. It was big. Not enormous, but big enough that you felt every centimeter.
"Like that," Sophia said, and pushed it all the way in.
The moan that escaped you was muffled against your arm. The dildo was inside you, warming up with your body, and you could feel it move slightly with every breath.
"Now," Dani said, and brought the remote control to your face. "Here's what's going to happen. During training, this remote is going to be with us. And if we get bored, or if you misbehave, or if we feel like it, we're going to turn it on."
"Yes," Megan said, and her fingers squeezed your wrists again. "And you're not taking it out until we tell you, understand?"
"We're not mean, my love," Lara said, stroking your cheek. "But bad girls have to receive their punishments, don't they?"
You didn't answer. Because you knew she was right. You had misbehaved. You were a bad girl.
"We know you can handle this," Manon said, patting your thigh, which made you moan.
Sophia pulled up your underwear, adjusting the fabric over your crotch, over the dildo that was still inside you. The pressure was constant, a warm presence you couldn't ignore. Then she pulled up your pants, buttoned them, adjusted the zipper.
"Done," she said, and stood up. "Let's go. Training starts in 10 minutes."
They helped you stand up. Your legs were trembling, and you could feel the dildo moving inside you with every step. You couldn't walk straight. You couldn't think straight.
A few minutes later, everyone was in training. Sohey was setting the rhythm while the music played at full volume. But you couldn't concentrate. Every time you raised your arms, you felt the dildo shift. Every time you turned, you felt the silicone head press against your most sensitive spot. Every time you jumped, you felt the weight of the toy pull downward, your inner walls contracting around it to keep it from falling out.
"Y/n," Grant said, stopping the music. "What's wrong with you today? You've been unfocused the whole training session."
"Nothing," you replied, feeling sweat run down your back, feeling the dildo move inside you with every word.
"Don't lie to me. You're breathing like you ran a marathon. Didn't Yoonchae get you sick? Do you want to go rest?"
"I'm tired, but I'm fine, I swear," you lied.
"Well, snap out of it. Again. From the top."
The music started again. This time, before you could take the first step, you felt a buzz. Low at first, barely perceptible, but growing. The dildo was vibrating inside you. Your legs buckled, your knees knocked together, and you had to brace yourself against the wall to keep from falling.
"Y/n," the choreographer said, and this time his voice had an edge. "Are you sure you're okay?"
"Yes," you managed to say, your voice broken. "I just got dizzy."
The choreographer looked at you for a moment. His eyes ran over your trembling body, your sweaty face, your hands gripping the wall.
"You're not okay, Y/n. I don't want you to overdo it," he said. "That's it for today. See you tomorrow."
He grabbed his backpack, his sheet music, and left the studio without looking back. The assistants followed him. The lights went out one by one. And the studio fell silent.
Except for the six of you.
Then your knees hit the floor. The impact was dull, and the dildo shifted inside you, pushing deeper, and a broken moan escaped your lips. Your fingers spread against the wood, and you felt your nails scrape the surface as your body shook.
The orgasm hit like a wave. You felt your back arch, your head fall back, your mouth open in a scream that didn't come out because you had no air. Hot liquid burst from you, soaking through your leggings, dripping down your thighs, forming a puddle on the wooden floor that spread slowly.
"Please," you sobbed, your voice broken. "Please, no more."
"No more?" Megan said, amusement in her voice. "We've only just started."
"I can't," you moaned, the word cut off when another spasm shook you.
"Of course you can," Manon said, crouching down to your level. "You've been doing it all day."
Tears ran down your cheeks. You couldn't see well. Your vision was blurry, and you could barely make out the figures of the others around you.
Sophia's hand grabbed your hair, pulled back, arching your back. Her mouth was near your ear, her warm breath against your skin.
"You see this?" she said, and she moved your head down, forcing you to look at the puddle you had made on the floor. "You see the mess you made? The whole studio smells like you."
She let go of your hair. Your head fell forward, your forehead resting on the wet floor. Your arms couldn't hold you anymore. The dildo still vibrating inside you, liquid dripping down your thighs, tears falling on the wood.
"Please," you begged. "Can I take it out now? I learned my lesson. I won't bother you anymore. I swear. I won't do anything. Just let me—"
"Why?" you sobbed. "You already punished me. I understood."
"Because you didn't learn anything," Lara said. "Because if we let you take it out now, tomorrow you'll be the same."
"Yes, it is," Manon said, her voice soft, almost tender. "Yoonchae is gone for a few days and you're already acting like a slut."
"The only way for you to learn," Dani said, still kneeling in front of you, "is for you to feel it. To really feel it."
The dildo increased in intensity again. The vibration was stronger now, deeper, and you could feel each pulse bringing you closer to the edge again. Your inner walls contracted around the silicone, and you couldn't do anything to stop it.
"Again," you moaned, the tears not stopping. "I'm going to again…"
The studio filled with the wet sound of your body falling apart, your muffled moans, the low laughs of the others.
"Like that," Megan said. "God, you're so beautiful."
"I'm all yours," you sobbed, the words coming out before you could think them. "All yours. Whatever you want. Anything. But please, now—"
"Not yet," Manon said, and her fingers ran down your back, down your spine, resting on your ass. "You still have a long way to go."
Sophia knelt in front of you. Her hand went down to your crotch, found the base of the dildo through your soaked leggings, and pressed. The toy shifted inside you, the vibration went up another level, and a moan you didn't want to make escaped your mouth.
"Did you hear that?" Sophia said, her eyes not leaving yours. "Did you hear how you moaned when I touched you? That's not someone who wants it to stop. That's someone who wants more."
She let you go. She stood up. She walked to the remote control that Dani had left on the soundboard, and turned it off. The vibration stopped abruptly. The silence was deafening.
"Come on," Sophia said, walking back to you with a floor rag. "Clean that up, and you can take it out, and we'll go to sleep."
You took it with trembling hands, pressed it to the floor, and started wiping.
But when you were cleaning, your body reacted again. Your inner walls contracted around the dildo, your clit pulsed, and a new stream of hot liquid burst from you, soaking the floor you had just cleaned.
"Again," Megan said, letting out a laugh. "She soaked everything again."
"I didn't mean to," you sobbed, the tears not stopping.
"Clean," Sophia said sternly, giving Megan a slap on the back of the neck that shut her up instantly.
You cleaned again. The rag absorbed the liquid, but every time you wiped, every time you moved to do it right, the vibrator went deeper, triggering another orgasm, leaving the rag completely wet along with the wooden floor.
"I can't take it anymore," you moaned, and threw the rag to the floor. "Please, I can't take it anymore. Please, I'll behave…"
The girls looked at each other. Dani was the first to move. She had a weakness for you.
"That's enough," she said, and knelt back down beside you. "There, there, there."
She grabbed you by the arms, helped you sit up. Her hand found the waistband of your leggings, pulled them down along with your underwear, and the dildo fell to the floor with a wet sound. The vibration had stopped, but your body was still trembling.
"Shh," Dani said, her arms wrapping around you as she kissed the top of your head. "Shh, it's over. It's done."
"I'm so sorry," you sobbed, and you clung to her. "I swear I won't be a bad girl anymore, a-and—"
"It's okay, baby," Sophia said, and knelt in front of you. Her hand found your face, wiped your tears with her thumb. "It's over. That's enough. You learned your lesson."
"Really?" you asked, your voice trembling.
