Chapter 2

"Ms. Lawson, you said earlier it's dry down below, and that it hurts when you do it. Did that start suddenly, or has it always been like this?" I asked.

The moment I finished my question, Ms. Lawson's heartbeat suddenly quickened, and the big melons on her chest began to rise and fall with her breathing.

I discreetly moved the stethoscope down an inch. The moment my fingers got caught between those melons, I nearly let out a muffled groan.

They were so soft and bouncy, even wrapping tightly around my fingers when they slipped in. What if…

My mind had started to wander with vivid thoughts when a dull, throbbing ache pulled me back from the fantasy.

I swallowed hard, pulled my hand back, and quietly adjusted my pants. Then, I urged Ms. Lawson to answer my question quickly.

Ms. Lawson turned to face the other side and said softly, "It wasn't like this before. It just… started happening recently."

I asked her whether she did it with the same person before and recently.

While Ms. Lawson was distracted, I pushed my hand another half inch into her collar. The warm sensation spread from the back of my hand through my whole body, and I felt the blood in my veins instantly boil.

I swallowed hard, trying to ease the dryness in my mouth, but there wasn't enough saliva.

I had heard that ripe melons were fresh, juicy, and the best for quenching thirst and relieving heat.

Upon realizing I had the urge to strip Ms. Lawson, I quickly bit my lip hard, trying to snap myself out of it. I couldn't let desire cloud my judgment.

"Ms. Lawson, tell me. Was it the same person or not?"

She suddenly turned her head to look at me and asked in confusion, "Liam, why did your voice suddenly get so hoarse?"

"Never mind that. Just answer my question first," I said somewhat anxiously.

She shook her head. "No."

"When those two people did it with you for the first time, did this problem happen?"

"Well, it was the first time, so…"

I asked tentatively, "Was the guy too big? Or was the foreplay not done well?"

A hint of resentment flashed across Ms. Lawson's face, and she mumbled, "It… wasn't that big. It also wasn't as long or thick as your middle finger…"

I suddenly held up my middle finger toward her, curling my lips into a mischievous smirk. "Ms. Lawson, do you like this size?"

She hurriedly explained, "That's not what I meant! I was just making a comparison."

I snickered internally and continued, "Oh… Tell me, Ms. Lawson. What size do you like?"

She answered without thinking, "Size doesn't really matter. What matters is hardness and stamina… Hey, why am I telling you this, you brat? Liam, just help me examine my body…"

Seeing that Ms. Lawson had turned her face away, I blurted out on impulse, "Ms. Lawson, take a look at mine!"

When Ms. Lawson turned her head, I yanked down my zipper and pulled out that already erect part. My movements caused it to sway slightly.

Ms. Lawson sucked in a sharp breath and stared in disbelief at the thing between my legs. After a long while, she came back to her senses and licked her lips.

Her eyes lit up slightly as she said, "I never expected a young man like you to have… something so impressive down there."

Then, she muttered quietly to herself, "I really envy your girlfriend. She's able to enjoy such a top-notch specimen…"

I felt extremely proud when I heard Ms. Lawson's compliment, but a slight frown appeared on my face.

"I had a girlfriend before, but when it came time to do it, she got scared off by my size," I explained.

As soon as Ms. Lawson heard that, her brows furrowed. "She doesn't know how to appreciate good things," she said indignantly.

I let out a soft hum in agreement and remarked, "If only I could meet a woman who knows how to appreciate things as you do…"