Chapter 3

Watching me look her up and down, Ms. Johnston finally left as if she were fleeing, hurrying to the front of the store to sell cigarettes to the waiting customer.

My gaze stayed fixed on her. Seeing the way her dress stretched tight across her hips and outlined her curves, I felt my rationality slipping away.

After all, Ms. Johnston was just Marissa's godmother; they weren't actually related. Even if I had some fun with her, there was nothing to feel guilty about.

Besides, in my eyes, Ms. Johnston was definitely a horny vixen. Otherwise, why would she be all alone here, using those toys?

As for her so-called collection, that just made her easier for me to control.

Once the thought occurred to me, it was impossible to suppress it.

While Ms. Johnston was selling cigarettes, I noticed the middle-aged man, Bobby, staring at her body with a lecherous gaze. That only strengthened my resolve—it was better me than someone else.

With that in mind, I glanced at the unlocked storage room door and came up with a plan. I went inside and took a few pictures of the room with my phone. After I was done, I stepped back out.

By then, more people had gathered outside. They were all men.

They chatted among themselves, but their eyes were fixed on Ms. Johnston, as if silently assessing her. They kept asking for different items, making her move back and forth.

Their gazes burned as they followed her body. It made me extremely uncomfortable.

In my mind, after what just happened, Jenna Johnston—my girlfriend's godmother—was already mine.

This couldn't go on. I sent Ms. Johnston a message, attaching one of the photos I'd just taken of her collection. I typed out, "Come to the storage room now. I need to talk to you. Ignore those men, or I'll get jealous."

After sending it, I kept my eyes on her at the counter.

Sure enough, the moment Ms. Johnston saw the message, her expression changed. She quickly made an excuse to the customers, then hurried toward the storage room.

I was very pleased to see that. I slipped back inside the room and hid behind the door.

Footsteps drew closer. Then, Ms. Johnston walked in.

I immediately wrapped my arms around her from behind. Our bodies pressed tightly together as I forced her forward.

Startled by my embrace, she was about to cry out, but I spoke close to her ear. "Ms. Johnston, you wouldn't want your little secret getting out, right? Then, you'd better listen to me. As punishment for flirting with those men, I'm going to make you mine today."

Ms. Johnston was stunned by my words. As I held her and pushed her forward, I could feel the heat radiating from her body, even through the fabric of her dress.

That only made me more certain. She was sensitive, and she wanted it!

"No, Charlie. I'm your girlfriend's godmother. How can you… How can you threaten me—"

"Ms. Johnston, don't refuse me. Do you really want your secret exposed?"

At that, she fell silent.

I realized she simply didn't dare to admit her own desires. Because even as her mouth said "no", her body didn't resist at all.

Not only did she remain pressed tightly against me, but it even felt like she was responding. Her backside gently pushed back against me, as if she were trying to press it close to me.

My test had worked. That was the moment I knew that Ms. Johnston was already within my grasp.

With that thought, I pushed her down onto a small stool in the storage room, forcing her to lean forward with her back arched toward me. And then, with one hand, I slowly pulled down her dress…