Chapter 2

Ronald's hand began to move again, slowly sliding along that slit.

The moment he did, it felt like every nerve inside me lit up at once. My whole body trembled, and I could not stop the soft, uneven breaths slipping from my throat.

My face burned, as red as a ripe peach, as the feeling overwhelmed me, strange and intense, impossible to ignore.

Before I could even process it, my body had already reacted, my heartbeat racing like I had just run a mile. Ronald drove with one hand, and when the car jolted over the uneven road, his palm pressed more firmly against my lower abdomen, the sudden rush of sensation making me almost gasp.

Then, without warning, his fingers lifted the edge of my underwear, pulling it away.

My most private part was exposed, making it feel even more ashamed. The fire grew stronger and stronger.

The cool air from outside slipped in through the window, sending a shiver down my body. The contrast made everything feel sharper, more intense, and I instinctively tensed.

Ronald moved along that slit, his middle finger gradually slipping inside, touching the softest and most sensitive part.

My entire body was on the verge of collapse. This was the first time someone had touched me like this. That ache almost overwhelmed my body, and all the cells in my body exploded, generating a powerful, pleasurable sensation.

"I… Don't… Ronald…" My voice came out shaky, broken by uneven breaths.

I had never sounded like that before. Even I was startled by it.

Ronald chuckled softly. "First time experiencing this kind of massage?"

He withdrew his hand and placed it back on the steering wheel as if nothing unusual had happened.

Without that contact, I suddenly felt weak, sinking back into the seat, my face still burning.

"Yes…" I murmured, too embarrassed to look at him.

His voice softened, almost coaxing. "So, how does it feel?"

"I… It's strange…" I hesitated, then admitted quietly, "but I think… I want more."

I blushed even harder after saying it out loud, but I did not take it back.

He smiled faintly. "That was just a basic check. You're very sensitive. Once we get to the club, I'll help you adjust properly."

I nodded softly. For some reason, his words made me feel reassured.

Ronald focused on driving again, but the sensations he had stirred up did not fade. That lingering warmth stayed with me, like a faint echo I could not shake.

Curious and a little unsure, I tried to imitate what he had done earlier, placing my hand lightly against myself.

I had only ever heard my friends talk about things like that. I had never experienced it firsthand.

I closed my eyes, nervous, my body tense as if bracing for something unknown.

I nervously closed my eyes and slowly extended my right index finger inside.

Suddenly, a hand grabbed my wrist.

"What are you doing?" Ronald's voice cut in.

Startled, I pulled my hand back immediately. "I… I was just trying to adjust, like you said," I stammered. I bit my lip and was unable to explain further.

Ronald patted my leg lightly. "Keep that feeling. Hold it for now. When we get there, I'll teach you myself."

I glanced at his profile, at the calm, confident look on his face, and felt a strange mix of anticipation and nerves building inside me.

Before long, we arrived at his place. It was a large, upscale wellness club, decorated in a way that made everything feel polished and expensive. He led me inside and into a softly lit room filled with faint mist, then he handed me a set of clothes.

"This will be your uniform from now on," he said. "Go ahead and change into it first."