Instinctively, I flinched in shock. Before I could even process what was happening, a rush of pleasure swept through me. I couldn't hold back a startled moan. My body began trembling, and my eyes welled up.

When I turned my head, Cameron was right in front of me, brazenly playing with my chest.

Perhaps he sensed my resistance, for he frowned. "What did you just promise me?"

I did promise him that I would do anything he said. Maybe this was one of his treatment methods. I forced my body to relax and straightened it underneath his.

Out of the blue, he pinched my buds, prompting me to shoot up as though I had been electrified. He pinned me back to the floor. "Good job."

All I wore was my thin dance outfit. When his hands brushed against my body, I could feel the direct heat from his skin. A warm, tingling sensation washed over me, and I suddenly felt a strange knot in my stomach.

Cameron's hands kept switching between kneading and pinching. My tender breasts moved between his palms in a way that I had never seen before. Soft groans escaped my throat, and the satisfied look of a predatory beast surfaced on his face.

"How do you feel now?" he asked, his head lowered.

I hadn't entirely gotten used to his treatment, so my body remained tense. "It tingles down there… and your hands are warm, Mr. Carter."

Being caressed by a man up close surprisingly felt enjoyable.

"What you're feeling is totally normal. Still, I can't help but notice your reactions. Have you ever dated anyone before?"

"N-no, Mr. Carter… You're the first to do this."

"I understand now. You've been lacking a man's affection. You should find a boyfriend soon," he said, adding more pressure as he touched me.

I reached puberty early, so naturally, I had felt certain urges for a long time. I had always wanted to get a boyfriend, but my parents strictly forbade me from spending time with guys.

"Do you usually pleasure yourself?" Cameron asked, his hand trailing down from my belly to my sensitive spot, gently massaging it.

I felt a tingling sensation between my thighs, my body burning with increasing desire. My muscles tensed from head to toe. As I resisted my growing urges, I clenched my jaw and answered, "No, never."

Cameron's gaze grew even more heated at my response. "You should find a boyfriend soon, then. Otherwise, your condition will only make you suffer."

Hearing that, I quickly sat up, as if I had seen a ray of hope. "You're right. I should get a boyfriend now."

Cameron pressed my shoulders and pinned me back down. "Finals are around the corner. Where can you possibly find a guy to date now? Besides, they can't possibly be more experienced than I am. Only I can help you overcome this."

As he spoke, he slid the straps of my bra off, revealing my pale shoulders and soft mounds. I looked at him nervously, my heart pounding and my body burning.

He seemed to see through my worries and adopted a comforting tone. "Don't worry. I'm your instructor—I'm just going to help relieve you of your troubles. Now, lie down and part your legs, just like during practice."

His hands clamped my inner thighs and pulled them apart, forcing me into an uncomfortable position.

My dance outfit left me unusually exposed, and the tight stockings on my legs did little to help. When my legs spread, my core—thinly veiled by the taut fabric—was exposed under his intent gaze, completely damp.

"N-no… Don't… It's really sensitive…"

A sharp, tingling sensation shot through my limbs, rendering my whole body weak and heavy.

However, Cameron didn't go easy on me. He gripped my thighs and kept spreading them apart.

"Relax. Just feel the changes in your body and enjoy it."

"Mr. Carter, I can't…" I pleaded.

He seemed peculiarly thrilled, and a bulge had formed beneath his pants. "Just hold on. I'll help you out of this."

He knelt on one of my legs, pinning it firmly to the floor, while holding the other in place so I couldn't move. His gaze was intense, fixed between my thighs.

A prickling sensation ran through my whole body, as if tiny ants were crawling under my skin, leaving me shivering from head to toe.

Soon, another wave of heat washed over me, drenching my bottoms. I felt so humiliated that I nearly cried.

And yet the man holding me in place seemed to be thoroughly enjoying my reactions. His persuasive tone, combined with his ministrations, was slowly wearing down my rationality.

"Don't panic. I'm going to help you now."

He extended a finger and gently slid it along the moist spot. A burst of electricity shot through my core and spread throughout my body. Cameron quickened his pace and slowly inserted his warm finger into me.

I was so overwhelmed that my body began trembling uncontrollably. It felt as though every cell in my body was about to explode. All I could do was beg him, "Mr. Carter, no… Please stop…"

Cameron only became more excited, moving his finger faster. At one point, he even bent down and positioned his head between my legs. He yanked my clothes slightly to the side, leaving me utterly exposed before him.

"How cute," he remarked.

Shame gnawed at me, for no one had ever seen my most private part before. I quickly covered it with my hand. "Don't, Mr. Carter. It's not clean."

He pried my hand away. "It's fine. I don't mind. I'll do anything if it means helping you out."

With that, he stuck his tongue out and began flicking it between my thighs.

I had never experienced such intense pleasure before, and I couldn't help but whimper. It felt like an eel was down there, moist and slippery.

"That's it. Moan louder. Let it all out," he said, still moving relentlessly.

For a moment, I completely lost track of where I was. My mind was flooded with a dizzying, overwhelming sensation, and I found myself breathing hard.

My neck and shoulders ached, as though electric currents had shot through my body. By the time I noticed, my dance outfit was soaked, and the yoga mat beneath me was damp as well.

I wasn't sure how much time had passed before Cameron finally sat up, licking his lips, still savoring the taste.

Gradually, I came back to myself. I definitely felt much better, and the unbearable tension in my body had eased.

"Mr. Carter, am I okay now?"

My voice was hoarse from crying out in pleasure.

Cameron removed my shoes, leaving my white stockings in place. "No, of course not. The next step is crucial. Come on, remove your stockings."

Before I could respond, he took hold of my waist, yanked hard, and ripped off my stockings.

"What are you going to do next, Mr. Carter?"

I was still flushed from the experience earlier and had yet to fully return to my senses.

Suddenly, Cameron took off his pants, revealing his shaft. He then grabbed my legs and placed them on his shoulders.

"Once you know what it feels like, the problem will naturally go away. Here, let me help you…"

I didn't have any time to react before he pounced on me.