Soft Hands Carry Heavy Secrets

My name was Jasmine Scott. Ever since graduating from high school, I had not managed to find a proper job, so I was still living at home. My mom worried constantly and kept pushing me to learn a skill from Ronald Wood.

Ronald was something of a local celebrity. He owned a high-end wellness club in the city, and a lot of families in town sent their daughters to train under him. People said even beginners could earn at least 20,000 a month.

I knew I had decent looks, with smooth skin and a good figure. I turned heads when I walked by. Especially my legs. When I wore black stockings, I could feel people staring, though I never quite knew what they were thinking.

Yet, I stayed home most of the time, rarely going out.

My mom never stopped nagging. "With your looks and age, if you don't go out and try something now, you'll regret it later."

Hence, when Ronald came back to town, she practically dragged me to meet him and begged him to take me in.

"Ronald, please. Take my daughter with you and teach her," she said, gripping his hands, almost bowing.

His gaze moved over me, slow and assessing, making me shift uncomfortably. I instinctively tightened my shoulders, feeling like he could see right through me.

"A bit sensitive," he said after a moment, sounding almost satisfied. "But that's not a bad thing. With some adjustment, she'll be fine."

My mom beamed, pushed me toward him, and left without hesitation.

Ronald patted my shoulder and opened the passenger door of his car. "If you're willing to come with me, get in."

Then he added, his tone calm but firm, "Jasmine, once you come with me, you'll need to follow instructions. No exceptions. Understood?"

It sounded like an order, yet my heart skipped for some reason. Perhaps it was out of nervousness, or it was something else I could not quite name.

I got into the car, tugging awkwardly at the hem of my clothes.

"Um… Mr. Wood, I don't really know anything. Will I be able to do this?"

"Relax," he said, one hand on the steering wheel, his voice easygoing. "We provide training. First, you just need to get used to the environment."

However, as he spoke, his other hand drifted across the center console and rested lightly on my leg.

I froze.

I shifted slightly, trying to move away, but the car was too cramped. There was nowhere to go.

The sudden contact made me uneasy. I felt something itchy down there, as if there was an electric current stimulating it.

"W-What does the training involve?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.

Ronald's hands kept rubbing against my legs, and he even squeezed my flesh.

Ronald's right hand unzipped my pants, and his fingers were just one thin layer of underwear away from my private area. "Just like now... I'll first test your sensitivity."

I was startled and leaned back. His hand remained where it was, unmoving then, but still there.

"This is also part of the training, Jasmine. If you can't handle this, then get off my car. Do you remember what you promised me?"

I hesitated.

His words echoed in my mind, along with the strange, unfamiliar feeling of being that close to someone like that. It was new, confusing… but not entirely unpleasant.

I bit my lip, then gave a small nod.

Seeing that I did not refuse, he simply continued unzipping my pants, his entire palm placed on my underwear.

Meanwhile, my thoughts were anything but calm, embarrassment and nervousness mixing together as I realized I had never been that close to a man before, never experienced anything like it.

It was strange but comfortable.

Ronald's hands were so gentle.

I felt a strange sensation in my lower abdomen, as if there was fire burning inside, constantly stimulating my nerves.

Soon, Ronald began to gently rub and then gently press. Ah... So comfortable. How come it was so itchy...

All the pores on my body seemed to be opening up, greedily enjoying this sensation.

This feeling was so unfamiliar. Even though it was just a touch, I was already on the verge of losing control.

I uncontrollably twist my waist, unable to decide whether I wanted to escape or wanted more.