As Ms. Johnston got closer to me, her whole body felt unbearably hot. Because she was moving too quickly, just as she reached the doorway, her foot suddenly slipped.

Seeing she was about to fall, I quickly reached out and caught her. The moment my hand touched her arm, I felt her whole body shudder.

Her face flushed as she blurted, "You rascal! What are you doing here? Didn't I tell you not to come in here?" As she spoke, her body leaned even closer into mine.

Holding her like this felt completely different from holding Marissa. I couldn't help but let my hand around her waist slide lower, settling against her back.

Ms. Johnston seemed incredibly sensitive. I could feel her body trembling nonstop. Still, with her cheeks flushed, she lightly pushed against me.

As I supported her, she ended up pushing me against the doorway. We were nearly face to face, our bodies pressed tightly against each other. The figure that had stirred me earlier was now in my arms, making it impossible for me not to react.

Ms. Johnston clearly felt it too. The flush had already spread from her face all the way to her ears.

Biting her lower lip, she reached back and locked the storage room door. Then, she looked at me, her gaze flickering with uncertainty. "Let go of me. Do you know what this looks like? I'm your girlfriend's godmother."

Despite her words, she didn't move away. Instead, she remained pressed tightly against me.

That made my eyes light up. I didn't miss a chance to take advantage of the situation. "Ms. Johnston, I'm not trying to take advantage of you. In fact, I'm helping you. You looked pretty lonely just now. And you were even using that toy—"

Before I could finish, her neck flushed red. "What are you talking about? I… Actually, I—"

Without giving her a chance to explain, I chuckled and said, "Ms. Johnston, you don't have to explain. I get it. After all, there are so many toys in here."

At that, she fell silent.

I didn't let go. Instead, my hands continued to wander over her. Soon, I noticed her body going weak, almost unable to handle it. She stopped resisting me.

I knew it. Now that I'd discovered her secret, she had no choice but to submit to me. Otherwise, there was no way this curvy, alluring woman in my arms would be this compliant.

Heat surged through me as I prepared to take things further…

Suddenly, someone called from outside. "Hello, Jenna? Are you in there? I want to buy a pack of cigarettes. It's me, Bobby!"

Hearing that, Ms. Johnston was visibly startled. Her face turned pale. She used all her strength to push me away and break free from my arms.

But it was obvious that my young, strong body, combined with my wandering hands just now, had clearly gotten to her. As she stepped away, her pale legs were still trembling slightly beneath the slit of her red dress.

"Charlie, listen to me…"

Now that her secret was exposed, she didn't even call me "rascal" anymore.

"I… I'm already 40 years old. I'm divorced, and yes, I do get lonely sometimes. But don't take it the wrong way. I'm not that kind of woman. I just… I just like collecting things. Those toys… I just bought them to look at. I've never used them."

After saying that, she glanced toward the customer waiting outside, her eyes filled with a hint of pleading. "Can you keep this a secret for me? Don't worry. As long as you keep quiet about this, I'll give you some money to spend. I'll even put in a good word for you with Marissa. What do you say?"

Watching me look her up and down, Ms. Johnston finally left as if she were fleeing, hurrying to the front of the store to sell cigarettes to the waiting customer.

My gaze stayed fixed on her. Seeing the way her dress stretched tight across her hips and outlined her curves, I felt my rationality slipping away.

After all, Ms. Johnston was just Marissa's godmother; they weren't actually related. Even if I had some fun with her, there was nothing to feel guilty about.

Besides, in my eyes, Ms. Johnston was definitely a horny vixen. Otherwise, why would she be all alone here, using those toys?

As for her so-called collection, that just made her easier for me to control.

Once the thought occurred to me, it was impossible to suppress it.

While Ms. Johnston was selling cigarettes, I noticed the middle-aged man, Bobby, staring at her body with a lecherous gaze. That only strengthened my resolve—it was better me than someone else.

With that in mind, I glanced at the unlocked storage room door and came up with a plan. I went inside and took a few pictures of the room with my phone. After I was done, I stepped back out.

By then, more people had gathered outside. They were all men.

They chatted among themselves, but their eyes were fixed on Ms. Johnston, as if silently assessing her. They kept asking for different items, making her move back and forth.

Their gazes burned as they followed her body. It made me extremely uncomfortable.

In my mind, after what just happened, Jenna Johnston—my girlfriend's godmother—was already mine.

This couldn't go on. I sent Ms. Johnston a message, attaching one of the photos I'd just taken of her collection. I typed out, "Come to the storage room now. I need to talk to you. Ignore those men, or I'll get jealous."

After sending it, I kept my eyes on her at the counter.

Sure enough, the moment Ms. Johnston saw the message, her expression changed. She quickly made an excuse to the customers, then hurried toward the storage room.

I was very pleased to see that. I slipped back inside the room and hid behind the door.

Footsteps drew closer. Then, Ms. Johnston walked in.

I immediately wrapped my arms around her from behind. Our bodies pressed tightly together as I forced her forward.

Startled by my embrace, she was about to cry out, but I spoke close to her ear. "Ms. Johnston, you wouldn't want your little secret getting out, right? Then, you'd better listen to me. As punishment for flirting with those men, I'm going to make you mine today."

Ms. Johnston was stunned by my words. As I held her and pushed her forward, I could feel the heat radiating from her body, even through the fabric of her dress.

That only made me more certain. She was sensitive, and she wanted it!

"No, Charlie. I'm your girlfriend's godmother. How can you… How can you threaten me—"

"Ms. Johnston, don't refuse me. Do you really want your secret exposed?"

At that, she fell silent.

I realized she simply didn't dare to admit her own desires. Because even as her mouth said "no", her body didn't resist at all.

Not only did she remain pressed tightly against me, but it even felt like she was responding. Her backside gently pushed back against me, as if she were trying to press it close to me.

My test had worked. That was the moment I knew that Ms. Johnston was already within my grasp.

With that thought, I pushed her down onto a small stool in the storage room, forcing her to lean forward with her back arched toward me. And then, with one hand, I slowly pulled down her dress…