Chapter 4

Stan's palms felt like sandpaper against my smooth, soft skin. It tickled and sent a tingling sensation through me, seeming to excite every single one of my senses.

I bit my lower lip hard, and a seductive look appeared in my eyes. My toes wriggled as my feet flailed around wildly.

The strong scent of male hormones rushed up my nostrils. His touch felt so good. I wanted it so much!

Stan's breathing was becoming heavier. He undid my bra completely, revealing the pale expanse of skin beneath it. He grabbed my chest abruptly and began kneading it hard, and I felt as if I would catch on fire.

I couldn't help letting out a broken moan. Even my spine seemed to be blazing hot as I felt myself melt like an ice cube.

The ticklish feeling had almost driven me completely mad.

"Please get me out!"

I could feel Stan's hot breath on my thighs as he squeezed with all his strength.

"It hurts so much! I feel as if I'm about to explode!"

I couldn't help crying out in pain as my bosom was squeezed together. My face had turned bright red as I clenched my butt in shame.

"Can you please be gentler when you pull me out?"

I had no idea if he was doing it on purpose and taking advantage of me. However, he still couldn't get me out even after a few minutes. Instead, his hand traced the curve of my body, down to my butt.

There was a sudden smack as his fingers brushed my butt, and I felt wetness in my underwear.

"H-How dare you…"

I couldn't stop shaking. I had practically melted into a puddle. Why was Stan touching my butt when he was trying to save me?

The sound of Stan swallowing hard grew louder. "Lola, I couldn't help it because of how soft your butt is. By the way, why is your nightdress wet?"

I could feel his palm on me again as his fingers pinched and kneaded with force. I had no strength to resist him.

"Please pull me out!"

The rough pad of his finger slid down the curve of my body and slowly arrived at my thigh. It felt as if a caterpillar had crawled over me, giving both a ticklish and uncomfortable sensation.

I was feeling very hot, and my breathing had become unsteady because of him. I was unconsciously moving my butt from side to side, as if I was welcoming him.

Suddenly, I felt Stan push himself forcefully against me. His thighs were right up against my butt and burned like fire. He was like a tireless machine.

I could feel his formidable strength. He seemed stronger than he had earlier. He was probably stronger than any man I had ever met.

"Ah!"

I jolted violently and couldn't help letting a whimper escape my lips. I was immersed in the pleasure and excitement of our bodies rubbing against each other, and I began swaying involuntarily like I was in heat.

"Are you unable to resist it any longer? Do you want it hard?"

My rationality was telling me to refuse. I said in a trembling voice, "S-Stan, don't do this. I have a husband."

Stan paused, then laughed softly. There was a hint of scorn in his voice. "So what if you have a husband? Can he satisfy you? Look at you and how much you yearn for a man's love."

I jolted violently at what he had said. He had seen right through me, and it embarrassed and annoyed me. "D-Don't spout nonsense. That's not true."

Although I was refusing, my body was shaking uncontrollably. Desire was ricocheting around my body like a wild stallion.

"Be gentler. Don't wear me out…"

My face was flushed as I continued to moan. I lifted my butt up even higher.

I let him pull my legs apart, and I felt something strange and hot go up against me.