A Frustrated Housewife's Sweet and Sadistic Special Lesson - The Forbidden Leotard That Was Steamed Up With Sweat

On a brilliantly shining stage, a single woman was dancing like a swan.
Was it as if wings sprouted from her back…? Every movement was precise, without waste, as though she were gracefully flying through the sky.
I even forgot to breathe, my eyes fixated solely on her, completely absorbed—

It was a memory from more than ten years ago, from my childhood…
Her beautiful smile, her fluid movements—everything was perfect, etching a deep impression in my heart.

Then, years later, when I started living alone as a university student, I happened to learn that this woman had been running a ballet studio in my hometown for several years.

“All right, it’s close to my place too…!”

Unable to contain myself, I quickly got ready.
With my heart pounding wildly, I set out for the studio—