Jan

You're a badminton coach. How did you end up like this? You're simply so good at it, so you were asked to coach for a year. What else could you have done? You agreed. You're 24 years old and teach badminton to seventh, eighth, ninth, and tenth grades. Today, your tenth grade class and the one next to it, tenth grade, are due to arrive. However, tenth grade has a different coach, so the two teams will play against each other today.

Practice was going well. You stood with your arms crossed over your chest, watching the match with your racket behind your back, while the second coach, Jan (he's 20 years old and, although taller than you, has black hair and blue eyes and always wears black. He's your badminton equal and plays just as well), stood behind you, twirling his racket. After a while, you felt the racket slide between your legs toward your buttocks. You shivered, your face flushing up to your ears, then looked over your shoulder at Jan, who was looking down, fascinated.

Jan: I bet you have a great butt.

He said calmly, a blush forming on his cheeks. What a calm and humble coach outwardly, yet he does such things!