Chapter 2

I felt like sinking into the floor from embarrassment because of what I was wearing.

I only had panties on. If they could even be called panties when the only thing they covered was the bare minimum between my legs. My hips and lower stomach were completely exposed. The black stockings attached to them only reached halfway up my thighs, and they were see-through too. And my bra—good Lord. It barely covered my nipples.

Madam Lyn had changed my clothes earlier and handed this outfit to me. I hesitated before wearing it, but she said this was exactly what I needed if I wanted to learn how to romance my husband.

Thank goodness we were inside a private room. Unlike outside. I probably would’ve fainted out there already.

“There! See? You’re actually beautiful and sexy,” Madam Lyn said. She was the manager of this club.

I grimaced and hugged my stomach. “T-This outfit is so embarrassing, Madam.”

Madam Lyn clicked her tongue. “Oh, come on. This is the best kind of uniform to tempt your husband. To get his blood pumping so the two of you can finally have some action. You need this. Consider it my gift to you. It’s brand new anyway.”

I winced even more. I didn’t think I could ever wear this in front of Greg.

“Oh, please. Trust me. He’ll love it for sure.”

Madam Lyn sat down on the large chair at the side of the room, leaving me standing in front of a mirror. I still couldn’t bring myself to look directly at my reflection because I was so ashamed.

“Now let me see what you know.”

My brows furrowed as I glanced back at her. “About what?”

This time, Madam Lyn frowned. “About sex? Don’t tell me you’ve never masturbated before?”

My mouth fell open. “W-What? Masturbate? Oh no! Never!”

“What? You’ve never even touched yourself?”

“O-Of course I have. When I wash myself. But that’s it.”

“Unbelievable! You really are hopeless,” she said, shaking her head.

I lowered my gaze. I truly had no idea how to do those things. I had heard about masturbation before, but I’d never actually done it. The teachings at church always said it was too worldly.

“Fine. Then let’s do this. Touch your vagina.”

I looked at her again. “Pardon?”

“Touch your pussy!” she repeated impatiently.

“N-Now? Here?”

Madam Lyn nodded. “What else? Don’t you want to learn? I thought you came here because you wanted to. If you’re not going to listen, then let’s just stop this. You’re wasting my time.”

Madam Lyn was about to stand up.

“W-Wait! Okay. I’ll do it,” I hurriedly stopped her.

Madam Lyn smiled. “Good. Do it now. Look at your reflection. Watch yourself while you touch your body. Start from your neck down to your chest. Massage your breasts.”

I swallowed hard. Earlier, my heartbeat had already sounded like a drum. But now, I didn’t even know what was happening to me anymore. It felt like I could barely breathe from how fast and hard my heart was pounding.

I looked at my reflection in the mirror before slowly placing my right hand on my neck, just like Madam Lyn instructed.

“Feel your touch.”

Slowly, I caressed my neck down to my chest. At first, I felt nothing. But little by little, a strange ticklish sensation spread through me, making me pause.

From the mirror’s reflection, I saw Madam Lyn smile.

“Continue. Touch your breasts. Feel it, Lorribel.”

I slid my palm over my chest and gently caressed myself. I was already biting my lip because of the mix of embarrassment and excitement building inside me. But I never looked away from my reflection. I didn’t know why, but somehow, I was becoming drawn to what I was doing.

It felt like there was another pair of heated eyes staring back at me from inside the mirror.

“Good. Now free your breasts and touch your nipples.”

I hesitated for a moment. But in the end, I still obeyed. I pulled my right breast free and massaged it slowly, gently pinching my nipple between my fingers.

I swallowed hard and bit my lip even more.

I never knew it could feel like this. My body was slowly growing warmer, and something unfamiliar was beginning to coil deep in my stomach.

Earlier, I had been overwhelmed with shame. But now, little by little, it was fading away.

“Now touch your vagina, Lorribel. Slowly, and gently.”

I took a deep breath and followed Madam Lyn’s instructions.

My breathing grew heavier now—not from nervousness anymore, but from anticipation. It felt like I had suddenly become a completely different person.

I let go of my breast and braced myself against the mirror. But just as my hand was about to slip inside my panties, the door to the room suddenly burst open.

A man walked in, his eyes bloodshot and his face flushed, obviously drunk—or high on something. His gaze landed on me, and a wide grin immediately spread across his face.

“Whoa! Let me join you!”