"Mm… Mr. Wood, this feels a little uncomfortable…"

I lay still as Ronald Wood, a well-known man from my town, guided me through what he called a 'special training' session.

His fingers were strong and precise, pressing along my muscles in a way that made my whole body tense up. It was not exactly pain, but it was not something I was used to either.

He leaned closer, one hand steadying my waist. "Does it feel strange? Don't worry. You'll get used to it soon."

My name was Jasmine Scott. Ever since graduating from high school, I had not managed to find a proper job, so I was still living at home. My mom worried constantly and kept pushing me to learn a skill from Ronald Wood.

Ronald was something of a local celebrity. He owned a high-end wellness club in the city, and a lot of families in town sent their daughters to train under him. People said even beginners could earn at least 20,000 a month.

I knew I had decent looks, with smooth skin and a good figure. I turned heads when I walked by. Especially my legs. When I wore black stockings, I could feel people staring, though I never quite knew what they were thinking.

Yet, I stayed home most of the time, rarely going out.

My mom never stopped nagging. "With your looks and age, if you don't go out and try something now, you'll regret it later."

Hence, when Ronald came back to town, she practically dragged me to meet him and begged him to take me in.

"Ronald, please. Take my daughter with you and teach her," she said, gripping his hands, almost bowing.

His gaze moved over me, slow and assessing, making me shift uncomfortably. I instinctively tightened my shoulders, feeling like he could see right through me.

"A bit sensitive," he said after a moment, sounding almost satisfied. "But that's not a bad thing. With some adjustment, she'll be fine."

My mom beamed, pushed me toward him, and left without hesitation.

Ronald patted my shoulder and opened the passenger door of his car. "If you're willing to come with me, get in."

Then he added, his tone calm but firm, "Jasmine, once you come with me, you'll need to follow instructions. No exceptions. Understood?"

It sounded like an order, yet my heart skipped for some reason. Perhaps it was out of nervousness, or it was something else I could not quite name.

I got into the car, tugging awkwardly at the hem of my clothes.

"Um… Mr. Wood, I don't really know anything. Will I be able to do this?"

"Relax," he said, one hand on the steering wheel, his voice easygoing. "We provide training. First, you just need to get used to the environment."

However, as he spoke, his other hand drifted across the center console and rested lightly on my leg.

I froze.

I shifted slightly, trying to move away, but the car was too cramped. There was nowhere to go.

The sudden contact made me uneasy. I felt something itchy down there, as if there was an electric current stimulating it.

"W-What does the training involve?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.

Ronald's hands kept rubbing against my legs, and he even squeezed my flesh.

Ronald's right hand unzipped my pants, and his fingers were just one thin layer of underwear away from my private area. "Just like now... I'll first test your sensitivity."

I was startled and leaned back. His hand remained where it was, unmoving then, but still there.

"This is also part of the training, Jasmine. If you can't handle this, then get off my car. Do you remember what you promised me?"

I hesitated.

His words echoed in my mind, along with the strange, unfamiliar feeling of being that close to someone like that. It was new, confusing… but not entirely unpleasant.

I bit my lip, then gave a small nod.

Seeing that I did not refuse, he simply continued unzipping my pants, his entire palm placed on my underwear.

Meanwhile, my thoughts were anything but calm, embarrassment and nervousness mixing together as I realized I had never been that close to a man before, never experienced anything like it.

It was strange but comfortable.

Ronald's hands were so gentle.

I felt a strange sensation in my lower abdomen, as if there was fire burning inside, constantly stimulating my nerves.

Soon, Ronald began to gently rub and then gently press. Ah... So comfortable. How come it was so itchy...

All the pores on my body seemed to be opening up, greedily enjoying this sensation.

This feeling was so unfamiliar. Even though it was just a touch, I was already on the verge of losing control.

I uncontrollably twist my waist, unable to decide whether I wanted to escape or wanted more.

Ronald's hand began to move again, slowly sliding along that slit.

The moment he did, it felt like every nerve inside me lit up at once. My whole body trembled, and I could not stop the soft, uneven breaths slipping from my throat.

My face burned, as red as a ripe peach, as the feeling overwhelmed me, strange and intense, impossible to ignore.

Before I could even process it, my body had already reacted, my heartbeat racing like I had just run a mile. Ronald drove with one hand, and when the car jolted over the uneven road, his palm pressed more firmly against my lower abdomen, the sudden rush of sensation making me almost gasp.

Then, without warning, his fingers lifted the edge of my underwear, pulling it away.

My most private part was exposed, making it feel even more ashamed. The fire grew stronger and stronger.

The cool air from outside slipped in through the window, sending a shiver down my body. The contrast made everything feel sharper, more intense, and I instinctively tensed.

Ronald moved along that slit, his middle finger gradually slipping inside, touching the softest and most sensitive part.

My entire body was on the verge of collapse. This was the first time someone had touched me like this. That ache almost overwhelmed my body, and all the cells in my body exploded, generating a powerful, pleasurable sensation.

"I… Don't… Ronald…" My voice came out shaky, broken by uneven breaths.

I had never sounded like that before. Even I was startled by it.

Ronald chuckled softly. "First time experiencing this kind of massage?"

He withdrew his hand and placed it back on the steering wheel as if nothing unusual had happened.

Without that contact, I suddenly felt weak, sinking back into the seat, my face still burning.

"Yes…" I murmured, too embarrassed to look at him.

His voice softened, almost coaxing. "So, how does it feel?"

"I… It's strange…" I hesitated, then admitted quietly, "but I think… I want more."

I blushed even harder after saying it out loud, but I did not take it back.

He smiled faintly. "That was just a basic check. You're very sensitive. Once we get to the club, I'll help you adjust properly."

I nodded softly. For some reason, his words made me feel reassured.

Ronald focused on driving again, but the sensations he had stirred up did not fade. That lingering warmth stayed with me, like a faint echo I could not shake.

Curious and a little unsure, I tried to imitate what he had done earlier, placing my hand lightly against myself.

I had only ever heard my friends talk about things like that. I had never experienced it firsthand.

I closed my eyes, nervous, my body tense as if bracing for something unknown.

I nervously closed my eyes and slowly extended my right index finger inside.

Suddenly, a hand grabbed my wrist.

"What are you doing?" Ronald's voice cut in.

Startled, I pulled my hand back immediately. "I… I was just trying to adjust, like you said," I stammered. I bit my lip and was unable to explain further.

Ronald patted my leg lightly. "Keep that feeling. Hold it for now. When we get there, I'll teach you myself."

I glanced at his profile, at the calm, confident look on his face, and felt a strange mix of anticipation and nerves building inside me.

Before long, we arrived at his place. It was a large, upscale wellness club, decorated in a way that made everything feel polished and expensive. He led me inside and into a softly lit room filled with faint mist, then he handed me a set of clothes.

"This will be your uniform from now on," he said. "Go ahead and change into it first."

I held the outfit in my hands, running my fingers over the fabric, which felt smooth, almost like silk.

"Do I… change here?" My voice trembled slightly, my heartbeat racing so fast it felt like it might burst out of my chest.

Ronald stood nearby, his gaze fixed on me without looking away. It made me uneasy.

"This is part of the training too," he said calmly. "You need to get used to being seen. And Jasmine, you have nothing to be shy about."

I hesitated, then slowly began to change.

His eyes never left me, and I could feel the heat creeping up my neck and across my face.

It did not take long before I finished putting on the uniform.

The fitted design accentuated the fullness of my breasts. The hips were also very perky, sticking out high. Combined with the slender waist, my body looked like a hourglass. The black stockings hugged my legs, and when I stepped into the heels, the sharp sound against the floor made my nerves tighten.

Ronald looked me over from head to toe before reaching out to squeeze my breasts.

"So soft, " he praised.

A slight shiver ran through me, like a faint current passing over my skin. Even my breathing became uneven.

Somewhere deep down, a feeling I could not name began to grow. It was part anticipation, part unease.

Ronald pointed toward the bed. "Lie down. I'll teach you some basic techniques."

I paused for a second, then did as he said.

He helped me take off my shoes and gently placed my feet onto his face. He took a deep breath. "Jasmine, you smell so good."

My face immediately turned red. Ronald was really good at charming people.

He straddled me, quickly took off my clothes and pulled off my underwear.

A pair of large, round breasts popped out, making me shy and embarrassed.

Ronald bent down, facing directly at my fullness.

"This is the first step. Remember the rhythm," he said quietly.

Immediately after that, he put his tongue out and slowly moved it in circles on my breasts.

Suddenly, a tingling sensation erupted in my body. This feeling was simply too pleasant!

I gave a soft response, though my voice sounded faint even to myself.

He reached his hand under my skirt and frantically moved it inside.

It made me feel extremely satisfied at once.

Every cell in my body exploded, feeling countless times better than being in the car.

Ronald's tongue slowly moved down, along my belly, and slowly reached my lower abdomen.

Immediately, a searing flame began to burn. I was almost melted completely.

After Ronald licked the front part, he asked me to lie down on the bed.

He rubbed my backside and kept praising: "Jasmine, you're really amazing. You have such a beautiful body... You will definitely become my most outstanding employee."

My body was so burning from his touch. I was already wet down there. I had an overwhelming desire.

My buttocks involuntarily started to twist.

Ronald lay on top of me. He kissed my smooth back.

"Next, we'll move on to something more advanced," he said.

After saying that, Ronald's tongue touched my back, like a gentle dip followed by another one. My entire back felt tingly and relaxed.

There felt like a hard object pressing against my backside.

I spread my legs and puffed up my perky buttocks. I was extremely thirsty for it and desperately wanted it to press against me harder.

Ronald held my buttocks with both hands and greedily rubbed them, constantly emitting wild growls.

"Do you get all these massage techniques?"

I frowned and gave a hum. The sound was extremely alluring. I felt itchy and ready to get climax at any moment.

"Your body is too sensitive. Now, I'll help you with desensitization."

Ronald lifted my short skirt and with one strong hand, pulled down my underwear.

Was it about to come? I was so nervous now. My ass raised high, and the flower had fully blossomed, waiting for someone to pick it.

Ronald took off his pants and the huge member pressed against my soft and moist cavity.

"I'm going to enter now."

As soon as he said that, he held my waist and suddenly exerted force...