Chapter 296 – Episode 279 Torn Legs in Hell?! I Don’t Want to Become a Botaebae Deuterine Sandwich!

“Anyway, for that reason… It seems that people perceive it as a natural phenomenon while wearing those clothes. “Maybe it’s because you and I have become accustomed to the magic of magical girls, but even though we are ordinary people, we can still see their true selves.”

Joo Hyuk sat on a chair inside the practice room while listening to Gina’s explanation.

It is not soft, and the buttocks are uncomfortable. It is a chair that stands out for its design that encourages people to practice or talk a lot rather than sit for long periods of time.

Although he was taken aback by the unexpected outfits of Woomi and Heeju, Joo-hyuk was able to understand the current situation thanks to Gina’s explanation, who was taking a break from practice at the right time.

No, can I say that I understand this? In fact, Umi may also be giving up on understanding.

This situation where I am learning idol choreography in front of people while wearing a vulgar outfit called post-uterine stockings that are almost half-naked.

“… Still, is it really okay to look like that in front of so many cameras?”

“Either way, I wouldn’t have thought of that. Right now, my body looks like this, but I have to wear clothes like that, so people won’t notice… So, I made an inevitable choice. Still, it seems like they hung up their shoes in a hurry.”

If the designated space is exceeded, the data stored in the electronic device is lost.

This magic will prevent Woomi and Heeju from being caught on camera as they climax while shaking their uteruses in an unsightly manner, or fall over while crushing their boobies, or have their pussy cracks exposed through the stockings.

For the filming team, today’s footage that they worked so hard to film will be lost, but it would be better than uploading a video on the official channel that would make it confusing whether it is an idol short or a hard erotic AV promotional video.

Still, Joo Hyuk seemed to have a lot to say.

“… But it seems difficult to do proper choreography with costumes like that.”

Joo-hyuk’s question was valid.

Hee-joo becomes a Bo-tae-bae idol who is over full-term and seems at risk of even maintaining her balance.

No matter what movement you make, not only is your heavy, swollen belly getting in the way, but you can’t even see your lower legs because they’re covered by your belly.

The same goes for Umi, a post-uterine idol whose uterus passes by and climaxes just by walking.

Every time I do a light movement, all the attention is focused on the chafed uterus, making an “Ugh” Sound, so there’s no way it can be choreographed properly.

“Heeju, you have the same hole, so why are you resting so loosely?” If things continue like this, let alone a proper performance, it will be a disgrace to other idols!”

The dance trainer dragged Hee-ju, who was struggling and shouting, “Just 10 more minutes,” Saying that even 5 minutes was a luxury.

During choreography practice, these two seemed to be holes in holes, unable to keep up with the dance skills of ordinary people, let alone idols.

Worst of all, the other members are moving on to singing practice, but are they lacking in basic choreography?

Of course, I think it would be too greedy to hope that I can safely perform this or that choreography under the adverse conditions of leaving the womb.

The sharp-looking dance trainer declared to the two magical girls who were sprawled on the floor, nervously stamping their feet.

“I can’t do that. If you don’t have enough time, it’s too tight! “I think there is a need to put an end to these two people’s desperate physical tendencies, even if it means resorting to extreme measures today!”

“What, it’s impossible… ! Well, that’s it… ! “Isn’t the tone of your speech a bit harsher than that?”

“Uh, well… ! Ugh… Hmm… “Huh!”

No matter how much Heiju Mesugaki has a passive attitude of belittling others, there is nothing that can be done about the appearance of a clear superior.

I try to fight back with a white-faced expression, but my head is bent at the harsh condition that my right to rest is only guaranteed if I finish this choreography right away.

The same goes for Umi, who doesn’t stop climaxing while lying down facing the ceiling, moistening her pink uterus covered in stockings.

At this point, it seems like even my sense of identity as to why I wanted to become an idol is fading.

If you think about it, being an idol wasn’t intentional at all… I want to.

In any case, dance training continues.

“I made a fundamental mistake in flexibility. Does it make sense that when you lift your legs normally, you can’t even go up half the height of your waist, let alone raise them?”

Maybe it’s because even if you try to raise your legs, it’s difficult because the stockings rub against your uterus…

I think the choreography was difficult because the fundamental body structure made the movements impossible due to the pregnant body type.

Perhaps that was the reason, and the dance trainer, who had no idea about it, seemed determined to solve this problem.

“This is lack of exercise. Lack of exercise!” What do you all do in your spare time? What about a walk? “Aerobic?”

“… Oh, it’s not like I don’t do it at all… No, wait a minute, the exercise wasn’t the problem in the first place… !”

“There’s no need to reply, Heeju! What kind of confidence is that? Are you saying exercise isn’t the problem? Do you think Heeju’s uncle-like paunch is suitable as an idol, or rather as a woman of that age?”

This is not a statement made with Botaebae in mind. Heeju, who is not a magical girl, has plump fat on her lower abdomen, probably due to the remnants of eating shows on YouTube.

The fact that the lower abdomen sticks out like a person with ptosis makes the body look more like a child.

“… That’s not it…”

Has it touched a complex of its own? A scream of disgust came out of Heeju’s mouth.

“I heard that Heeju is doing a mukbang YouTube channel. If you’re on a show where you eat more than others, shouldn’t you exercise just as hard and take care of yourself?”

“It takes effort… Sometimes I do exercises to grow taller…”

Not only did that not matter to the sports community, but there seemed no need to bring up the question of what use it would be when the growth plates were closed.

This is because Hee-ju, whose voice is gradually becoming more difficult, seemed to know best.

“… Hmm.”

The dance trainer glanced at the two ‘holes’ that were clearly visible to street idols and then turned his gaze.

“Gina and the man there? Could she please lend her hand for a moment?”

“Yes? “Us?”

“Yes, please come here right now and stand behind the two of you.”

Joo-hyuk and Gina looked at each other’s faces for a moment and then followed suit with an awkward expression.

Joo-hyuk stood behind Woo-mi, and Gina stood behind Hee-joo. Next to the two people, there was a body odor that smelled like peach fruit. The white crop top was wet with sweat and clinging to my back to the point where it was visible, and since I wasn’t even wearing a bra, not even the subtle line of my underwear was visible.

“From now on, Woomi and Heeju. “These two are going to tear a couple’s legs apart.”

“Tearing a couple’s legs… ?”

“With the ends of both legs facing each other, the upper bodies of the two people get closer and closer… In the end, it is an exercise that tears your legs until you are fit from the upper body to the lower body! You two just need to push hard from behind!”

A special leg split to increase the flexibility of your legs, which are usually just in the shape of an ‘ㅅ’, to the point where they resemble the shape of an ‘ㅗ’!

“Well, what… ?”

Even if you are a woman with no pulse due to a post-uterine orgasm, there is no movement so terrifying that it makes you come to your senses for a moment!

Heeju, who was sitting across from Umi, protested while panting and sweating.

“What kind of couple is tearing their legs apart like this! “I can’t do it!”

“It’s not ‘I can’t do it!’ Heeju! “You won’t know until you try!”

“No, I won’t be able to hug you properly anyway because my stomach is pressed down!”

“Come on, Gina! Don’t sit still and press hard! Like this, you press down on the wing ridges as hard as you can!”

“Huh!!”

“Now men too! This much… !”

“Huh, huh… !!”

Woomi and Heeju’s legs, pushed forward and facing each other, are spread apart to the point where they are almost straight.

As Hee-joo said earlier, the two of them couldn’t hug each other to the extent that they could hug each other because her stomach was the size of her own body.

“Stretch your hips a little more! Yes, like that!”

However, the forced couple leg splitting, in which the hipses are completely pressed together, required Hee-ju and Woo-mi to be completely on top of each other.

Thereafter… The strange outline of the labia majora is reflected through the stockings.

Even though it is covered with stockings, Woomi’s cervix, still soft and warm, clings to the hill of Heeju’s Venus rising upward.

Bibi-Juk-Ji-Ji-Ji… !

“Huh, huh… ! W-what is this feeling… !”

“Huh, huh, now, my uterus is rubbing here and there… !!”

The pleasant skin rubs and crushes with only a few deniers in between.

A level of pleasure that makes it difficult to come to your senses, offsetting the pain that feels like your legs are being torn apart.

“Hey, Trainer? “Wouldn’t this be enough?”

Joo-hyuk, who was just putting his hand on the two people from behind to push them, slowly sensed a strange atmosphere.

“No! If you don’t increase it when you have enough flexibility, you’ll end up repeating the same mistakes! Keep going! “They press their crotches so tightly together that their crotches are on fire!”

“But… !”

My eyes are drawn to Woo-mi’s womb, which is rubbing right in front of Hee-ju’s crotch, releasing sticky juice.

The stockings, which have already become wet countless times and have expanded in area due to excessive practice, seem to have reached their limit.

Until now, I was able to avoid being discovered as a post-uterine idol by wearing ridiculous outfits called post-uterine stockings in front of people.

What if the fabric between the crotch breaks and the soft uterus sticks out in front of people?

Will people be able to accept Umi’s post-uterine loss as a natural phenomenon even after [The outfit she was supposed to wear completely was destroyed]?

This is dangerous… !

If you continue to force your legs apart like this, the threads around that area may come loose or tear… !

“Huh, huh… !!”

“As it is… !!”

Joo-hyuk rolled his eyes and was just about to explain to Gina that Woo-mi had reached her limit.

“Let’s just stop there. Mr. Trainer. It is an educational method that has not changed from past to present.”

“… Mr. Naru?”

The one who stepped in to block the tearing of hell’s legs.

Anyone who has already come together in the recording studio is the leader of street idols.

It was Hanaru.

“Both now and then, he has a knack for turning children into products called idols.”

“Mr. Naru. Is there something wrong with my teaching method?”

The dance trainer responds with narrowed eyes.

But Naru does not give up and comes this way.

“Splitting legs to increase flexibility, which is one of the necessary elements for idols… Good. It’s good, but I’m sure there were quite a few trainees who broke their muscles while doing leg splits too hard, right? Like ‘Twins Number’, which she had to give up right before her debut… “Is it really necessary for these two people to have their legs torn apart?”

“… How did Naru do that?”

Naru’s face, which answers with a grin, is subtly devoid of laughter.

“Anyway, we are a product that must not be damaged in this project. I’m sure Trainer doesn’t know that, right? In my opinion, it would be best to stop excessive training here.”

“But…”

“Don’t worry, I will take the lead in teaching the choreography that you two find difficult, as I am familiar with it.”

The dance trainer had no choice but to withdraw his hands from the two people.

The two people, who were glued to each other like a sandwich, were lying on the cold practice room floor like slime, and Joo-hyuk, who was behind them, raised his head.

“Mr. Naru… How can you look like that naturally? Rather than that… That conversation just now… ?”

A conversation that somehow seems natural on this floor.

It captures the sense of discomfort hidden within.

“… Mr. Naru, could you… Was he an idol?”