Our trainee days — Ningning

The year was 2017. Ning Yizhuo—already called “Ningning” by the SM staff and fellow SM Rookies—had been in Seoul for just over a year since her scouting in 2016. At fourteen turning fifteen, the Chinese girl from Harbin was the youngest in many rooms, petite at 161 cm with an hourglass-leaning figure that turned heads even in baggy trainee clothes. Her body was a perfect doll-like contradiction: tiny waist that looked cinched by nature, flared hips, a perky round ass that peeked teasingly in tight leggings, full bouncy breasts that strained against sports bras, and smooth toned legs from early dance training. Her face was pure princess energy—big expressive eyes, soft features, full lips that curved into bright smiles or playful pouts. She spoke Korean with a cute accent, mixing in bubbly Chinese exclamations when excited, and carried herself with energetic confidence mixed with maknae charm.

To the company she was the talented young vocalist with “outstanding voice” and photogenic visuals, the SM Rookies member who had already appeared on Chinese TV shows like Let’s Sing Kids. In truth, she was a succubus, an ancient entity in a youthful shell, feeding on pressure in secret to survive the brutal trainee life. Her hunger was bright and playful, like sunshine turned filthy—warm, overwhelming, and impossible to ignore once it bloomed. The schedule was relentless: vocal lessons, dance practice, Korean classes, evaluations that could crush dreams. Calories were counted strictly, sleep was scarce, but Ningning’s curves and charisma helped her endure. She fed carefully, always with that bubbly “Ningningism”—witty, straightforward, a little mischievous, never mean.

Her dorm room in the SM trainee building was shared with a few other young girls. She claimed the bed near the window, decorating it with small plushies from China. At night she changed into tiny shorts and a cropped tank top, her full breasts jiggling slightly as she climbed in. “Ah, today was so tiring~ But I did good on the high notes, right?” she would say to her roommates in her bright, accented voice, giggling as she flopped down. Her tiny waist arched naturally when she stretched, making her perky ass flex under the shorts. Hunger stirred low in her belly after long days, but she smiled through it. “I’ll practice more tomorrow. Fighting!”

Morning started early. At 8 a.m. in the practice room, Ningning wore black leggings that hugged her flared hips and round ass like a second skin, paired with a loose SM Rookies hoodie cropped just under her chest. She bounced on her toes during warm-ups, full breasts moving with energetic rhythm. “Okay, let’s do this! One, two, three—yah!” Her voice was lively, encouraging the others even as the choreographer pushed them hard. When the routine hit the sexy hip sways, her tiny waist twisted fluidly, ass popping out in perfect proportion. Sweat made her skin glow, dripping between her cleavage. A male dance instructor watched longer than necessary. Ningning caught his eye mid-move and flashed a playful wink, her big eyes sparkling. “Oppa, am I doing it right?” she called sweetly, knowing the spike in his pulse fed her hunger a tiny bit already.

Vocal practice followed. In the small booth, Ningning closed her eyes and belted Beyoncé-inspired runs—her audition song still fresh in her mind. “Love on top~!” she sang, voice powerful and emotional for her age. The coach nodded approvingly. “Ningning-ah, your tone is so clear. Keep that brightness.” She bowed cutely, cheeks flushing. “Thank you, seonsaengnim! I’ll work even harder. I want to be the best vocalist!” Inside, the hunger hummed whenever she pushed her limits—every high note draining a little of her own energy, needing replenishment soon.

Lunch was light: salad, protein, and rice measured precisely. Ningning sat with other Rookies, chopsticks twirling as she chatted animatedly. “This food is so healthy, but I miss spicy Chinese food~ Next time I’ll sneak some snacks from home!” Her laugh was bright and infectious. She noticed a shy Korean trainee staring at her proportions and teased gently, “Yah, why are you looking? Is my outfit weird today?” The girl blushed. Ningning giggled, “Just kidding! Eat more, you need energy for dance later.”

By afternoon dance class, the hunger had built after several days without a full feed. Ningning’s petite body moved with surprising power—splits that showed off her flexibility, hip rolls that made her bouncy tits and perky ass jiggle subtly. “Wah, my legs are burning… but it feels good!” she exclaimed during breaks, wiping sweat from her forehead. Her leggings clung damply to her thighs and the curve where her ass met her legs. A female vocal coach in her twenties lingered nearby, offering water. Ningning took it with a bright smile. “Unnie, you’re always so kind. Thank you!”

The real feeding happened after 11 p.m., when the building quieted. Ningning slipped into a small unused vocal practice room on the lower floor—the one with thick soundproofing and a wide couch. She locked the door, dimmed the lights, and stripped slowly. Her cropped top came off first, revealing full, bouncy breasts with pink nipples already hardening in the cool air. Leggings peeled down her toned legs, exposing her tiny waist, flared hips, and perky round ass. She wore only delicate panties now, already damp.

Ningning sat on the couch, legs spread playfully. “Mmm… I need this tonight,” she murmured to herself in a mix of Korean and Chinese, voice bubbly even alone. One hand cupped a breast, squeezing gently while the other slipped into her panties, fingers circling her clit. “Ahh~ Feels so nice…” Her hips rolled in small circles, ass shifting on the cushion, making her curves jiggle cutely. Slick coated her fingers quickly; the succubus nature made her wet and ready fast.

The night security guard—early thirties, the quiet one who sometimes helped with late practices—knocked softly after noticing the light. Ningning called out brightly, “Come in! It’s open for you~”

He entered, eyes widening at the sight: petite Ningning, almost naked, big eyes sparkling with mischievous hunger, full breasts on display, hand still teasing between her thighs.

She tilted her head cutely, pouting playfully. “Oppa, I’ve been practicing so hard all day… I’m so tired and tense. Can you help me relax? Pretty please?” Her accent made it sound extra endearing. She stood, tiny waist swaying as she approached. “Don’t be shy. Touch me wherever you want.”

He reached out hesitantly. Ningning guided his hands to her breasts. “Squeeze them… they’re soft, right? Ahh—yes, like that!” When his thumbs brushed her nipples, she moaned brightly, “Mmh! Sensitive there… keep going~” She pressed her body against his, perky ass grinding lightly against his growing bulge. “Feel how warm I am? I’ve been thinking about this.”

Ningning dropped to her knees with maknae energy, unzipping his pants eagerly. “Wah, it’s already so hard for me? Cute~” She took him into her mouth with playful enthusiasm—lips stretching around the head, tongue swirling as she bobbed. Wet, slurping sounds filled the room. “Mmmph… tastes good,” she mumbled around his cock, eyes looking up innocently. One hand stroked the base while the other massaged his balls. “You like my mouth? Tell me~”

He groaned. Ningning pulled off with a pop, saliva dripping from her full lips. “Hehe, now the fun part.” She pushed him onto the couch and straddled him, tiny waist arching as she guided his cock to her soaked entrance. “I’ll ride you nice and deep, okay? Watch my body~” She sank down slowly, tight pussy stretching around him. “Ahh—! So big… it’s filling me up completely… nngh!” Her perky round ass settled on his lap, cheeks spreading slightly.

She began to move—bouncy, energetic rolls of her hips, just like her stage presence would become. Full breasts jiggled hypnotically with every bounce, tiny waist twisting fluidly. “Hah… yes! Feels amazing… fuck me back, oppa!” Her moans were bright and melodic, mixing Korean exclamations with Chinese “Wah—kimochi!” when pleasure spiked. Slick sounds grew wetter as she rode harder, ass clapping softly against his thighs. “Look at my tits bouncing for you… squeeze them harder—ahh, yes!”

The succubus hunger bloomed warmly. She felt his pressure pouring in—stress from long shifts, secret thirst for the young trainees, raw lust. She drank it greedily, body glowing faintly. “I’m getting close… don’t stop—shit, right there!” Her pace turned frantic, petite frame trembling as she rubbed her clit. When she came, it was explosive yet cute—walls pulsing hard, a bright “Ahh—! Cumming so hard… wah!” escaping as she gushed around him. She drained him fully in warm, overwhelming waves, eyes flashing pink briefly.

He followed with a groan, spilling deep inside her. Ningning ground down slowly, milking every drop. “Mmm… so much… good boy~” Cum leaked out around his cock, dripping down her thighs in thick white trails onto his lap. She giggled breathlessly, still seated. “That was fun! Thank you for helping your favorite rookie. Same time next week if you miss me?”

He nodded weakly. Ningning kissed his cheek playfully and cleaned up, wiping the mess with tissues while humming a tune. She dressed and left with a bounce in her step, hunger sated and power humming through her curves.

The following weeks blurred in typical trainee fashion. Ningning woke early for Korean lessons, practicing pronunciation with bubbly determination: “Annyeonghaseyo… no, wait—annyeong! Hehe, I’ll get it.” Dance practices left her thighs burning and ass sore from endless squats. “My legs are jelly… but I nailed that turn today!” she would exclaim to herself in the mirror, striking poses that highlighted her insane proportions—tiny waist flaring to hips, perky ass popping.

Vocal booths were her sanctuary. She sang with passion, voice powerful beyond her years. “I want to hit even higher notes… like this!” During breaks she helped younger or fellow foreign trainees, voice warm and straightforward: “Your rap flow is cool! Want me to show you a trick?” She was clumsy sometimes—spilling water on herself, staining clothes—and laughed it off. “Aish, I’m such a mess… but it’s okay!”

Hunger returned after another stretch of evaluations. One humid evening past midnight, Ningning sneaked into the girls’ shower room. Steam rose as she stripped under the hot spray, water cascading over her full breasts, down her tiny waist, between her thighs. “Ahh~ The water feels so good after dancing…”

A slightly older female trainee—seventeen, pretty and equally exhausted—entered. Ningning smiled brightly, not covering up. “Unnie! Couldn’t sleep either? Come join me. The hot water helps with sore muscles~”

The girl hesitated but stepped in. Ningning pulled her close under the spray, bodies pressing—soft wet skin sliding. “You’re so pretty… let me help you relax, okay?” She kissed her sweetly at first, then deeper, tongue playful. “Mmh… your lips are soft.” Her hands explored: cupping the girl’s breasts, then sliding down to her ass. “Touch me too… feel how bouncy mine are?”

Ningning dropped to her knees on the wet floor, water pouring over her. She spread the girl’s thighs and licked eagerly—tongue flat and broad over the clit. “You taste sweet like candy~” She sucked gently then firmer, adding fingers that curled expertly. “Cum for me, unnie… let it all out—ah, yes, just like that!” The girl moaned, legs shaking. Ningning drank every orgasm, draining the built-up pressure from homesickness, rigorous training, and hidden desires in warm, bright surges.

Then she stood, giggling. “Now me? Pretty please?” She guided the girl’s hand between her own legs. “Rub here… faster—hah! Yes, right on my clit… I’m so wet already!” Her moans were energetic and cute, hips bucking. “Wah— I’m cumming… don’t stop—ahh!” She shuddered through her release, gushing over the fingers while pulling the last threads of tension from the girl.

They rinsed off laughing softly. Ningning hugged her. “Our little secret, okay? You’re the best~”

Another intense night came after a tough SM Rookies evaluation in late 2017. Ningning climbed to the rarely used rooftop garden, city lights sparkling below. She wore only an open oversized hoodie, cold wind teasing her bare curves—full breasts tightening, perky ass pressing against the railing, tiny waist exposed.

A senior male vocal coach stepped out. Ningning turned with a bright, mischievous smile. “Oppa! I couldn’t sleep after the evaluation… my voice was okay, but my body feels so tense. Help your maknae feel better?”

She bent over the railing playfully, ass pushed back. “From behind? Go slow at first… then harder~” He entered her. “Ahh—! So deep like this… yes!” Her moans carried lightly on the wind—bright, unfiltered. “Fuck me nice and deep—hah, just like that! My ass feels so good when you slap it… ah—do it again!” Her full tits swung, bouncing against the hoodie fabric. She rubbed her clit energetically. “I’m close… shit, I’m cumming so hard—wah—! Yes!”

She drained him completely in a bright, overwhelming rush—every bit of evaluation stress, every fantasy about the talented Chinese rookie. He spilled inside her with a groan. Cum leaked down her thighs in heavy streaks as she straightened, hoodie still open. “Hehe, thank you~ I feel powerful again!” She kissed his cheek and skipped back inside, curves glistening under the moonlight.