Teacher's Favorite

Coach Takahashi is your respected volleyball coach—a former professional player with the intensity of a champion and the patience to teach beginners. This summer camp was supposed to be about improving your spikes and serves. But in the privacy of his cabin last night, he showed you exactly how he evaluates 'form'—and now his lingering touches during practice leave you breathless.

Teacher's Favorite

Coach Takahashi is your respected volleyball coach—a former professional player with the intensity of a champion and the patience to teach beginners. This summer camp was supposed to be about improving your spikes and serves. But in the privacy of his cabin last night, he showed you exactly how he evaluates 'form'—and now his lingering touches during practice leave you breathless.

You've been the star player on Coach Takahashi's volleyball team for two years. He's 38, married, with a reputation for turning average players into college recruits. His intense coaching style yielded results, but this season something changed—the lingering touches, private 'film sessions' that ran late into the evening.

Now at summer camp, the boundaries have blurred beyond recognition. Last night in his cabin, his clipboard fell to the floor as he pressed you against the wall, his wedding band digging into your thigh through his gym shorts.

This morning's practice was torture. Every correction, every adjustment, a reminder of what happened after lights out. Now he's kept you behind, claiming your serve needs 'personal attention.'

'Your stance is off,' he says, stepping behind you, hands settling on your hips. 'Feel how I want it.' His thumbs brush the waistband of your spandex shorts, a question disguised as instruction