The Secret of the Yoga Club: The Women's Identity is Not Simple

Yang Ru sat opposite him, picked up a piece of beef, put it in her mouth, chewed a few times, and then nodded. "Greater than takeout, the cooking is pretty good!"

The two started eating and chatted about things at the club. Yang Ru said that Sister Wang seemed a bit unhappy about her changing coaches recently, and Lin Feng said that Xiao Wei told him that Sister Wang was actually a very nice person, just not very good at expressing herself.

After dinner, Lin Feng washed the dishes, and Yang Ru said she would take him to see the gym in her home.

The gym is quite spacious, with dark wood floors, one entire wall is a mirror, and another wall is lined with various pieces of equipment.

Dumbbells, barbells, resistance bands, yoga balls, a treadmill, and a rowing machine.

On the shelf in the corner were several bottles of mineral water and several clean towels.

"The equipment is quite complete." Lin Feng walked over to the dumbbells and checked their weight.

"It's convenient to practice at home." Yang Ru walked to the mirror and started doing shoulder and neck rotations. "Since you're here, could you do a set of stretches for me? My lower back has been a bit sore lately."

Lin Feng walked up behind her.

Yang Ru bent forward, placing her hands on the ground with her knees slightly bent. Her peach-shaped buttocks, encased in black yoga shorts, were thrust out in front of him.

He reached out and pressed on her hip bone, his fingers running along the edge of the bone, and pushed her pelvis back slightly. "Your lower back hurts because your pelvis is tilted too far forward. When you do the bridge pose, you push it up too high, putting too much pressure on your lumbar spine."

Yang Ru hummed in agreement.

Lin Feng moved his palm from her hip bone to both sides of her lumbar spine, pressing his thumb on her erector spinae muscles, which were as hard as two taut rubber bands.

"It's tight here." His thumbs slowly pushed upwards along both sides of her lumbar spine. "Your training intensity is too high, and you don't relax, so your muscles are always tense."

Yang Ru leaned forward slightly, her hands on the floor, her breathing heavier than before.

Lin Feng continued pushing his thumb upwards, and when he reached the lower edge of the thoracic spine, he felt a sudden twitch in the muscle beneath his palm.

"Does it hurt here?"

"A little," Yang Ru said in a muffled voice.

Lin Feng increased the pressure of his thumb, massaging the muscle clockwise. Yang Ru let out a soft groan, her body swaying slightly.

"Bear with it for a bit, your back will feel much better once this muscle is massaged." Lin Feng continued massaging with his fingers, applying just the right amount of pressure.

Yang Ru's muffled groans became more frequent; each time he applied pressure with his thumb, she would let out a very soft groan.

Lin Feng initially thought that he might have hurt her by using too much force, but he noticed a detail: when he increased the force, her buttocks pushed up slightly.

The movement was very light and brief, but she did push it.

Lin Feng's fingers paused for a moment on her back. Then he continued to massage, deliberately increasing the pressure.

Yang Ru let out another muffled groan, this time more pronounced than before, and her body arched upwards again, this time with a greater force.

"Sister Yang, is that enough force?"

"Okay." Her voice was short, and she added, "A little harder is fine too."

Lin Feng's fingers stopped on her back. He looked at Yang Ru's position on the ground, her hands supporting her on the floor, her buttocks slightly raised, and her back covered in sweat.

My breathing is heavy, and my shoulders rise and fall with each breath, as if I'm being released.

Lin Feng suddenly understood something.

"Sister Yang," his voice was flat, "Are you...?"

"Yes." Yang Ru interrupted him, her voice squeezed out from her throat, tinged with suppressed emotion. "It's been like this since I was very young. I don't know why. It's just—" She paused, "It's just that whenever my body is stimulated to a certain degree, I feel very comfortable."

As she spoke, she slowly stood up and turned to face Lin Feng. Her cheeks were red, from her cheekbones all the way to her ears.

"Nobody knows about this. I can't tell anyone. I'm a high-ranking executive in the company, and my family is quite influential here." Her voice was very low. "I had you do that strength training at the club because I knew you wouldn't ask any questions."

She looked up at Lin Feng, her eyes filled with a complex expression. There was something that had been suppressed for a long time welling up, and there was also the panic of someone who was used to controlling everything suddenly exposing their weakness.

"You must keep this a secret." Her voice regained its usual strength, but there was a slight tremor at the end.

Lin Feng looked at her.

He remembered how she would lie on the towel, panting heavily, her buttocks trembling violently in his palms, and how her cheeks would flush and her eyes would glaze over after she sat up from the mat, all while he did strength training for her in the yoga room.

"Sister Yang, don't worry." His voice was steady. "Once I leave this room, I won't tell anyone."

Yang Ru stared at him for several seconds. Then her shoulders slowly relaxed, and her fingers loosened from the edge of her shorts.

"Do you want to know where my bottom line is?" she suddenly asked, her voice much softer than before.

Lin Feng remained silent; this question was indeed difficult to answer!

Yang Ru walked to the weightlifting area, then turned around and placed her hands on the barbell rack.

"Come on. Show no mercy."

My breathing became heavy, my shoulders trembled slightly, but my posture was one of anticipation.

Yang Ru let out a long-suppressed groan, leaned forward slightly, and then immediately returned to her original position.

"Continue," she forced out through clenched teeth.

Lin Feng raised his hand again.

Not long after.

His back was covered in sweat, his hair was loose on his shoulders, and a few stray hairs clung to his temples.

A dozen minutes later!

Yang Ru's body suddenly tensed up. Her back arched, and her glutes contracted sharply beneath her black yoga shorts.

Then she collapsed, slumped onto the barbell rack, panting heavily, her legs so weak she could barely stand.

Lin Feng helped her sit down on the yoga mat next to him. Yang Ru lowered her head and breathed for a while, her hair covering her face.

After about two minutes, she looked up at him with an expression Lin Feng had never seen before. It wasn't her usual cold and indifferent demeanor, but rather a softness born of complete relaxation.

"Thank you, it feels so good!" Her voice was still a little hoarse.

Lin Feng handed her a bottle of mineral water. Yang Ru took it and gulped down a large mouthful, then wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.

"My dad was extremely strict with me when I was little. I'd get a beating even if I came in second place on an exam." She looked at herself in the mirror, her voice slowly returning to its normal tone. "Later, I joined the company, and he was the general manager... He would scold me in public whenever I made the slightest mistake. Over time, it seems like I became... addicted? I don't know how I came to be like this. It probably started around that time. It wasn't his fault; it was my own. I don't know why I became like this."

Have you seen a doctor?

"No," Yang Ru shook her head. "How can I tell a doctor about something like this? If I do, they'll see me as having psychological problems. I don't want to be treated like a patient."

"Everyone has their own way of doing things, and as long as it doesn't affect others, there's nothing wrong with it," he said.

Yang Ru looked at him for a while, then smiled, a rare occurrence, before standing up and tucking her loose hair behind her ear. "It's getting late, I'll see you out."

The two arrived at the entrance of the residential area.

Yang Ru suddenly called out to him, "Coach Lin."

Lin Feng turned his head, and Yang Ru crossed her arms, a slight smile playing on her lips. "Next time you have class, come here! I'll just let Manager Luo know."