I crave excitement in my life. To do that, I send my deskmate a video of me pleasing myself with a toy. Bit by bit, it awakens his desires…

I sent anonymous videos of me playing with myself with a vibrator to my deskmate just for the thrill of it.

I loved the thrill that came with carrying out forbidden, socially unacceptable acts like these—especially more so when he was frantically seeking out my identity.

The lower I sank, the greater the thrill.

…

Late at night, I lay spread out in bed, panting loudly as my body trembled like jelly. I stayed like that until the waves of pleasure finally calmed down, allowing me to relax the muscles in my back.

I wasn't in a rush to clean myself up. Instead, I grabbed the phone from the stand next to my bed and rewatched the video I'd just recorded.

After confirming that there was nothing in the video that would give away my identity, I switched to my other number on my dual-SIM phone, tapped into Austin Newton's messaging window, and sent the video to him.

A few seconds later, my phone buzzed with a familiar buzzing pattern.

It was from Austin. There were only five words in his reply.

"Who on earth are you?"

I lightly tapped on my screen and replied to him for the first time.

"Who do you wish I was?"

Moments later, Austin sent me a video call request.

I fell back onto the bed and calmed my breathing down. Then, I threw my phone onto the bed and let it continue ringing for all I cared.

I had been keeping up with this game for more than two weeks. It had started off with just photos of me in my underwear. Eventually, things escalated until I was now sending him videos of my masturbation.

I was slowly arousing Austin's lust and desire, little by little.

At first, he ignored my provocative messages, but eventually, he started demanding to know who I was.

I recalled the time in swimming class when I stole glances at Austin's well-toned abs and V-lines that led to his happy trail and the happier bulge in his pants.

The mere sight of it had the horny side of me howling with desire. I wanted him so, so much.

Eventually, my room was filled with the scent of lust. I squeezed the pillow between my legs, biting on my lips and with my toes curled. I rubbed myself against the edges, trying to contain my lust. I dearly wanted to stuff something inside of me to suppress the emptiness I felt inside my heart.

Up until I finally fell asleep, I was still wondering if Austin would agree to send me a video of himself jerking off if I asked him for it.

…

Austin was my deskmate. The first time I laid my eyes on him was the first day I went to the new school as a transfer student.

It was bright and sunny that day. The homeroom teacher, Mr. Troy Fischer, brought me into the classroom and showed me to my seat, which was in the last row, as it was the only empty seat available.

"You can sit here for the time being. I'll reshuffle seats again after the next exam results next month."

I sat down only after Mr. Fischer had left. I then stole a glance at the guy sitting next to me. He looked rather cynical.

I knew from experience that students who sat in the last row of seats were either the school bullies or the worst scorer in class.

In other words, I should probably stay away from people like him.

However, as fate would have it, we crossed paths earlier than I'd ever imagined. Never in my wildest dreams would I have thought that he would make his way into my heart that quickly, either.

The last class before lunch break was PE. While everyone gathered on the field, the PE teacher, Mr. Jay Wilcox, suddenly called me out.

"You! Why aren't you wearing proper sports shoes?"

All of my classmates immediately turned to stare at me. I felt intimidated.

I had always been the apple of everyone's eyes since I was young, and this was the first time I'd encountered a situation as embarrassing as this.

Austin was the one who came to my rescue. He answered Mr. Wilcox in a lazy, nonchalant tone, "She's a transfer student. It's her first day at school today."

It was only then that Mr. Wilcox decided to let me go.

I secretly glanced at the row of guys next to us and carefully gave Austin the once-over for the first time.

Austin stood out among the other male students in class. He was wearing a plain white jersey paired with knee-length joggers. The sun shone down on his tall, lanky, yet muscular body as he stared ahead without any expression on his handsome face.

It was as if he hadn't just spoken up to defend me.

"Alright, I will be evaluating you in the 1000-meter run today. Ready, set, go!" Mr. Wilcox said, blowing his whistle.

While waiting, I found a shady tree nearby and squatted down, leaning heavily against the trunk. I wanted to bash my head against it until I passed out.

Why was I so unlucky to get such terrible period cramps during PE on my first day of school?

Even worse, I was only wearing a thin pantyliner today.

A while later, Austin had finished his run and naturally sauntered up to me. "What are you hiding here for?" he asked me.

"I… I…" I saw him eyeing me suspiciously and started to stammer. I couldn't get a word out.

If only he was a female!

Austin's gaze first landed on my face, then my chest, my waist, and finally, to the center of my thighs.

"Hey, are you having a miscarriage?"

I looked down at once and nearly fainted from embarrassment. My blood had seeped right through my clothes!

Also, what sort of stupid question was he asking?

I turned red with embarrassment. I wanted to cry because of how ashamed and embarrassed I was.

Austin suddenly leaped up and grabbed a school jacket from the tree branches before handing it to me.

"Use this to cover up," he said.

As it turned out, he had left his uniform hanging in the tree branches. That explained why he had been walking toward me just now.

Right at that moment, I suddenly felt as if I'd met my savior. It didn't matter that my first impression of him hadn't been the best—he was starting to look more and more attractive to me.

I quickly took the jacket from him and tied it around my waist.

This was the first time I had ever worn a guy's clothes. Surprisingly, Austin's jacket didn't reek of sweat as I thought it would. Instead, it gave off a faint scent that made my heart palpitate.

Was this what guys' pheromones smelled like? All of a sudden, I couldn't stop the sudden shiver down my spine.

Perhaps I'd been squatting for too long and stood up in too much of a hurry. Just as soon as I was done tying his jacket around my waist, I felt a sudden lightheadedness as I blacked out for a brief moment, falling forward.

Austin had quite the shock. He instinctively shot his hands forward to steady me on my feet and accidentally grabbed my boobs.

Both of us fell into sudden, awkward silence.

This was the first time I had my boobs grabbed by a guy ever since I'd been born. I was stupefied. I didn't even manage to snap back to my senses when Austin subconsciously kneaded them a few more times.

"I-I didn't mean to… It was an accident. Get up, please," Austin said, looking embarrassed as well.

After he helped me stand properly, he awkwardly scratched the back of his head and said, "I'm sorry. I usually play basketball, so I might have grabbed you a little too hard. Did I hurt your boobs?"

I was still at a loss for words.

It was a completely understatement to say that we were both suffocating from embarrassment at this point.

"Uhh, pretend I said nothing," Austin said, suddenly realizing that he'd said the wrong thing. He then waved at me and turned to leave.

I stared at his bright red ears and gingerly touched my boobs. Then, I subtly redid the bra clasp he'd accidentally unclasped while he'd been squeezing me. Suddenly, I felt an urge to laugh out loud.

It seemed as though I had greatly misunderstood my deskmate. He was behaving differently from how I'd imagined.

I think someone once told me that once a girl got curious about a guy, it meant she was about to fall in love with him very soon.

And, a goody-two-shoes like me had never met a guy like him. He had piqued my curiosity.

Once, my phone had run out of battery, so I borrowed his phone to make a call. I had then accidentally opened up his gallery and saw that it was filled to the brim with porn videos.

Perhaps my curiosity had gotten ahead of me. It had killed the cat, after all. But after I learned about his nasty stash of porn videos, I felt as though some lustful demon had awakened inside of me.

I couldn't help thinking that the women in those videos were as ugly as heck.

I wanted to show him what true beauty really looked like.

It was as if I'd been hypnotized that night. I couldn't explain how I felt as I took my very first set of naughty pictures in my underwear. Then, I sent them to Austin using my second number.

I could never forget the shame, anxiety, and thrill I felt gradually morphing into excitement. I also couldn't forget the pleasure I felt that came from breaking a social taboo.

My self-restraint was practically nonexistent when it came to Austin.

So, I fell harder and stooped even lower.

I learned how to please myself in the dead of the night. I learned to secretly purchase adult toys online. I also learned different ways to toy with myself so that I could tease Austin even more with my photos and videos.

I felt smug and accomplished whenever I saw how desperate Austin was becoming in the chat replies. Although I had a crush on him, it felt good to be assertive and in control of things.

One evening, after night class, Austin leaned closer to me and whispered in my ear, "Hey, pretty deskmate of mine, you're the one who's been sending me all those videos, right?"

I was shocked. I could hear a million alarm bells going off in my head simultaneously.

How had he known that it was me? When did he realize things?

It was impossible! Every photo and video had been thoroughly checked for anything that would reveal my identity before being sent to him!

He had to be baiting me, right?

I was so nervous that my palms turned sweaty. I even felt as though I was going to pee in my pants. However, I pretended to stay calm and answered, "What videos?"

Austin grinned lightly and bit on my earlobe. "I'll wait for you in the wooden hut by the woods."

I felt helpless as I watched Austin sauntered off.

Ten minutes later, I slowly pushed open the door to the wooden hut.

It was pitch-black inside, and I felt unsafe. I reached forward and carefully shuffled my way in.

Suddenly, someone with a strong, muscular frame grabbed me and hugged me tightly.

"Ahh!"

I shrieked in surprise, but quickly calmed down afterward and fell silent. I detected a familiar scent. It was Austin.

Our bodies were tightly pressed against each other. I could feel that his towering body was shivering against mine. He was also breathing heavily and erratically. It felt as if he wanted to gobble me up.

I slowly squeezed my legs together and felt his bulge growing bigger and harder. He was also getting a lot warmer to the touch as he breathed hot air all over me.

Austin said nothing. He just turned on the light on his phone and looked at me with the gentlest expression ever. His eyes were so soft and watery that I could clearly see my reflection in them.

Meanwhile, my legs turned to jelly as I leaned spinelessly against him for support.

A while later, Austin picked me up from the floor and placed me on a wooden box. Then, he lifted the hem of my skirt.

His usual clear voice was now deep and hoarse. "I want to kiss your lips down there…"

At that moment, I felt as if I had been shocked by an electric current. Sweat appeared on my neck. I couldn't even feel my back anymore.

I suppressed the embarrassment I felt and looked deeply into his eyes. Then, I spread my legs and hooked my knees over his shoulders.

"Be gentle…"