Chapter 3

I rolled my eyes and waved my hand dismissively. "You can leave. Send in the next candidate."

Claire left, pouting in disappointment.

The final interviewee had a delicate frame, a high ponytail, and an oval face. Despite her figure, she appeared far too innocent and hardly what I would describe as seductive.

I couldn't help feeling a twinge of disappointment. It seemed that this year's interviews might yield nothing again. How was I supposed to keep my airline running like this?

When she sat down in the chair with a bright, genuine smile, I was already bracing myself for another dull interview.

She asked politely, "Is everything okay? You seem a bit upset."

Her thoughtfulness caught me off guard, and I felt a flicker of warmth.

"It's nothing," I replied. "Let's begin the interview."

She responded enthusiastically, "My name is Layla Morgan. I'm 21 years old, and I graduated from—"

Bored of hearing this routine too many times, I pressed the vibrator's switch without hesitation.

Layla shuddered slightly. Her cheeks flushed as she glanced at me in surprise.

My heart sank. With such a strong reaction, she might not be able to handle the interview.

Unexpectedly, she grinned. "What is this under the chair? It feels quite nice."

My eyes lit up. Beneath her innocent exterior, she was responsive.

Ivy was too prim, Claire was too overtly seductive, but Layla's combination of innocence and allure was exactly what I was looking for.

Trying to contain my excitement, I said calmly, "This is a test of your stress tolerance. Please continue."

Layla continued with the interview with a flushed face. Her reaction was neither fearful nor seductive. Instead, it was filled with excitement and curiosity.

I couldn't resist asking, "Have you ever experienced something like this before?"

Layla blushed even more at my question and whispered, "No… What's this feeling? Why does it feel so good?"

My hands were shaking with excitement. Layla was actually a virgin.

That made her a rare gem. In today's world, how many beautiful young ladies were still untouched?

I increased the rhythm and observed her reactions closely.

Her delicate body trembled as if it might shatter. She clenched her legs together, yet her body unconsciously pressed against the chair. She was savoring the vibrations.

Soon, she was completely absorbed, and her expression quickly shifted from tension to delight.

Leaning closer, I whispered, "How does it feel now?"

In a soft, sweet voice, she murmured, "It feels overwhelming, but in a good way."

A fire ignited within me as I saw her in this blend of pure innocence and subtle allure. I had never been with a woman so young, let alone one who was untouched.

I couldn't help imagining how she would react beneath me.

Suddenly, Layla's gaze shifted downward, slowly resting between my legs.

Staring at the noticeable bulge, she said with desperate longing, "I feel so restless… Can you help me?"

This was exactly the response I wanted—a mix of innocence and desire.

I stood up and walked over to her, positioning myself directly in front of her, with my waist at the level of her face.

Layla stared intently at the bulge in my pants, swallowing hard.

The chair continued its relentless vibrations, driving her closer to the edge of losing control.

Her skirt was already short, and now she had hiked it up to her waist.

Her white panties were pressed so deeply by the chair that the fabric sank into her, even leaving a damp patch.

I lifted her chin and gazed into her dazed, longing eyes. "Does it ache? Do you want me to help you?"

She nodded desperately.

Overjoyed, I lowered my trousers, and she saw my bare lower body.

My body was hot and firm.

Mesmerized, she couldn't look away. It was the first time Layla had ever seen a man's most private part.

I placed my hands on the back of her head, positioning myself directly in front of her lips. "Do you want a taste?"

She nodded. "Yes"

Without hesitation, she parted her cherry-red lips.