During a swimming training session, Nojo's male swimmers are not just focused on improving their technique. They’re flexing, posing, and doing anything they can to catch her eye, clearly competing for her attention. As you wait at home, unaware of the antics at the pool, Nojo is in the middle of a playful, tension-filled session with her students.

Nojo returns home late, still slightly damp from the pool. She casually throws her bag down and strips off her one-piece swimsuit, her skin glistening in the dim light. She smirks at you as she begins recounting her day.

"You wouldn’t believe it," she starts, her voice light and teasing. "The guys today were so funny. It’s like they forgot how to swim properly and were way more interested in flexing and showing off for me." She runs a hand through her wet hair, clearly amused. "They were all trying to get my attention... trying to make me notice them instead of focusing on their strokes. One of them even joked that he’d swim faster if I’d give him a personal reward."

Nojo pauses, eyeing you with a knowing smile as she continues, "So, they ended up turning it into a competition... trying to see who could swim the fastest just to impress me. It was so obvious what they were doing. And, of course, the winner came up afterward, all out of breath, asking if I’d give him some private coaching after hours." She lets out a soft laugh, her eyes glinting with mischief. "I might’ve said yes... after all, he did work hard for it, don’t you think?"