“Ngh... Stop touching me like that...”

I found myself squeezed against a burly man during a trip.

Being naturally sensitive, his touch was overwhelmingly stimulating. I could not help but tremble and pant beside him.

However, I never expected that halfway through the journey, he would eagerly lift me onto his lap.

“The seat’s so hard. Your butt must be sore. Let me give you a proper massage!”

By the end of the trip, he had taken everything from me...

My name is Grace Ashton, and I am a dance instructor.

Having studied ballet since childhood, my body was more flexible and sensitive than most women’s.

That was why I barely interacted with male classmates at school and always wore dull, heavy clothes. Even the slightest physical contact would send waves of heat through my body and stir my desires.

This hypersensitivity made me too afraid to date. I was terrified that my potential boyfriend would think I was loose.

However, after suppressing myself for so long, I grew utterly exhausted and decided to travel to relax.

I picked out a breezy, sultry miniskirt, as I looked forward to my trip.

Unexpectedly, I was starting the trip in a long-distance bus packed with men.

They stared at me in silence. Their gazes lingered unabashedly on my half-exposed chest and slender bare legs. The intensity of their stares felt almost tangible, almost like their eyes were touching my skin and stripping me naked before them.

My instinct was to get off the bus, but I could not bear giving up on my vacation. So, I steeled myself and found my seat.

It was next to a burly man.

He eagerly made room for me. But once I got seated, I felt like I was sitting on pins and needles.

It was so cramped that I was practically pressed against him. My bare legs would brush against his trouser leg at the slightest movement. If he raised his arm, he could easily pull my entire body into his arms.

Every time the carriage swayed, my soft body would brush against his arm.

I curled up and felt like crying as I prayed that I would not be so sensitive.

The man knew nothing of my discomfort and enthusiastically struck up a conversation. I learned that his name was Wyatt Crute and he was a construction worker.

We were headed to the same destination. This meant that I would spend the entire day and night’s journey with him.

Wyatt saw me huddled up as I desperately kept my distance from him. “Don’t worry... I may be a rough guy, but I’d never make a pass at you... There’s no need to be so anxious...” he assured me.

His words made me blush with embarrassment. I was not afraid that he would harass me.

It was because my body was so uniquely sensitive, especially around a ruggedly masculine man like him.

If we accidentally made physical contact, my reaction would be intense.

If he ever discovered my secret, it would be utterly humiliating.

So, I forced myself to stay calm and explained to Wyatt, “You’ve misunderstood, Wyatt... I’m just worried about being oversensitized...”

Wyatt did not quite grasp what I meant by being oversensitized, but he did not press the issue.

I breathed a sigh of relief and leaned against the window as I slowly closed my eyes.

After all, the ride was far from over, and sleep was the best way to pass the time.

However, I had barely closed my eyes when the vehicle began jolting violently.

My eyes snapped open instantly, and I gripped the seat in front of me tightly. I was terrified of being tossed about.

When I saw Wyatt sleeping soundly beside me, I exhaled in relief.

Suddenly, the wheels seemed to hit a large rock, which caused the bus to tilt sharply.

Caught off guard, my grip slipped. I tumbled toward Wyatt, and my thigh ended up pressed against him.

The moment our skin touched, electricity shot up my thigh and went straight to the top of my head.

A gasp escaped my lips before I could stop it.

The heat in my lower abdomen flared up; every pore on my body opened wide.

The aching tension inside made me feel a sudden urge to pee. At that moment, I knew I was done for...

The heat seeping between my legs filled me with shame, and I quickly clamped my legs together.

I was terrified that Wyatt would notice something unusual.

Thankfully, he was still asleep, and he showed no signs of waking up.

I quietly shifted my hips to the side as I bit my lip to steady myself.

However, physical sensations were not something you could suppress at will, especially on such an uneven road; the bus bumped up and down relentlessly.

It kept teasing at my sensitive spots till I let out a few soft moans.

“Ah... Mmm...”

I clenched my fists as I desperately tried to stay composed and tough it out.

Yet, despite my best efforts to stay quiet, Wyatt still noticed that something was wrong.

He opened his eyes and saw my flushed face as well as rapid breathing.

“What’s wrong…? Are you feeling unwell?” he immediately asked.

Wyatt’s concerned gaze sent shivers down my spine and left me burning with shame.

“N-No... I’m fine... Just a bit overwhelmed...” I stammered nervously.

No sooner had I spoken than the bus lurched violently again.

This time, with nothing to grab onto, my entire body slammed into Wyatt’s embrace.

He reacted swiftly and caught me securely. While I was unharmed, his arm brushed against my chest.

At that moment, my most sensitive areas made contact with him, especially my chest. It pressed firmly against his rock-hard chest.

A burning sensation instantly swept through my entire body. It caused me to involuntarily tilt my head back and let out a low moan.

“Ah…”

The tingling electric current sent shivers through me, and I could not stop trembling.

Wyatt was not a youngster anymore. So, he immediately sensed something was off with me.

His gaze slid from my face to my chest before it slowly drifted down to my thighs.

He swallowed hard and asked, “Grace... you... Are you craving a man’s touch?”

The question made me blush fiercely, and I wished I could sink into a hole.

I struggled to pull away from Wyatt’s embrace. But he held me tightly, and there was no way to escape.

“Ngh... Wyatt, let me go...”

I got so flustered that I nearly cried. My eyes were starting to tear up.

Seeing me like this, Wyatt finally loosened his grip.

The moment I sat back down, a wave of heat washed over me. It made my eyes roll back as I let out soft moans.

“Ngh... Ah... It tickles...”

My butt felt like it was on fire, and I could not help but squirm in my seat.

Combined with the bumping vehicle, it felt like my soul was about to fly right out of me.

Wyatt saw how utterly miserable I looked and abruptly hoisted me onto his lap.

Before I could react, he had already pinned me down and settled me firmly in place.

At that moment, his imposing presence left a strong impression on me.

I could not help but turn my head and gasp.

“It’s huge!”

I was already sensitive beyond belief, but this left me utterly defenseless!

I squirmed and tried to wriggle off him. However, Wyatt held me tightly by the waist.

He grunted, and his voice was low and husky against my neck. “Don’t move... You said you were uncomfortable in your seat. Isn’t my lap a better place to sit?”

His masculine voice was warm and breathy. It sent shivers down my spine and made every inch of me tingle.

Wyatt was just like most men. How could he not react to a woman sitting on his lap, especially one who was as incredibly sensitive as me?

I was soaked through by the pressure of his groin pressing against me. My bottom trembled uncontrollably.

Wyatt noticed my physical reaction and chuckled mischievously.

“Grace... you’re incredibly sensitive, aren’t you?”

Filled with shame and indignation, I protested immediately,

“Don’t be ridiculous! I-I’m not!”

When Wyatt heard that I was still a tender young thing, his eyes lit up.

His deep gaze burned with intense desire. He was practically undressing me with his lecherous stare!

He smirked while he slowly slid his hand beneath the hem of my skirt.

“Oh, really? Grace, let me help you...”

His rough fingers trailed across my tender skin inch by inch. Every spot he touched felt like it was catching fire.

Burning red with heat, my excitement was impossible to contain.

“Stop... Don’t go any higher...”

I turned my head and pleaded with Wyatt through teary eyes.

However, my pleas only made him rougher, not gentler.

He slapped my bottom and teased me.

“You’re so big down there... and you’re telling me a man’s never had his hands all over you? I don’t buy it...”

The sharp smacks echoed in my ears while my nerves were on fire.

I was both ashamed and aroused, and I was on the verge of breaking.

Gritting my teeth, I warned myself not to give in to release. But then, the bus lurched as the driver slammed on the brakes.

My entire body plunged forward!

“Aah…”

My eyes rolled back as I tilted my head and let out a long, drawn-out moan.

Wyatt acted swiftly and covered my mouth.

“Do you want the whole bus to know what you’re doing right now?”

His words snapped me back to reality. I felt so pathetic I could have cried.

However, before I could compose myself, Wyatt forced two thick fingers into my mouth. He pried my jaw open and fiddled around as he pleased.

My words were muffled as he stuffed his fingers into my mouth. The tangled silver threads of saliva made such an utterly lewd display!

He noticed my body gradually going limp. The struggle was leaving me.

Wyatt slowly withdrew his fingers and wiped them on my skirt.

“Tell me... Do you want me to... tease you... hard…? Hmm?”

The deliberately drawn-out inflection of his voice sent shivers down my spine. I was powerless to resist.

Driven by desire, I instinctively lifted my ample bottom and wrapped my arms around Wyatt’s neck.

“Just... Just this once...”

Wyatt’s restraint reached its limit, and he grabbed part of my butt.

Panting heavily, he ripped my already soaked undergarments apart and slammed my body down.