I never expected this girl to be so curvy and yet so soft. With her legs wrapped tightly around me, I felt heat surge throughout my entire body.

We stood out too much. People from all around had already started staring at us.

"Emma, I'll take you to the grove. There are too many people here."

Without worrying about the stares anymore, I carried Emma toward the small grove inside the park.

The whole way there, Emma kept squirming in my arms.

I was already burning up from her tight grip, but with her twisting back and forth, my body kept pressing into hers.

My pants had shamefully tightened.

Emma must have noticed. The tips of her ears turned bright red.

"Kyle, don't press against me like that. The more you press, the more I itch. I can't take it."

I gave her a stern look. "What are you talking about? I'm not doing it on purpose. You said you were itchy, so I'm carrying you. That's all.

"Alright, alright, I'll scratch that itch for you now."

I was already at my limit.

I knew Emma was like this because of a flea inside her skirt, but my curiosity and the sweet scent of this young girl kept stirring up something primal in me.

We finally reached the grove. I set Emma down on a bench. Then I tied the little Yorkie to the side of the bench.

I quickly lifted Emma's legs.

When I raised her skirt and she let out a small yelp, I finally saw it. This girl was wearing a chastity belt.

The belt had a lock on it. That hard thing I felt earlier must have been exactly that.

"It’s no wonder you're so itchy and can't reach it yourself. It's because of this. But Emma, this belt has a lock. How am I supposed to scratch it for you?"

With that metal lock blocking the way, my heart sank.

"Kyle, Mom's strict. The key to the chastity belt is at home. But I really can't stand the itching right now. Can you just use your hand and scratch it for me a little?"

Emma kept squirming.

Breathing in her sweet scent and watching her tempting movements, I desperately wanted to do something else. But there was nothing I could do.

Seeing that Emma was truly suffering from the itch, I just couldn't refuse. I did my best to help her with my hand.

Emma cooperated by lifting her legs, facing me in that embarrassing position, but I could not do what I really wanted.

It was frustrating. I could not really reach the itch. My hand occasionally brushed against the soft skin of Emma's thighs, and my body only grew hotter.

As my hand kept moving around, Emma's whole body started trembling nonstop.

"Kyle, why is it getting itchier and itchier?"

My hand kept reaching and rubbing inside her skirt. Emma's face turned an even deeper shade of red.

"No, Kyle, I really can't take it anymore. Let's go home and get the key."

Hearing Emma's words, my body burned with desire, I agreed, and so I picked Emma up and carried her out of the park.

She must have been worked up from my scratching earlier, because the young girl was drenched in sweat.

Sweat dripped down her cheeks onto her neck, soaking through her thin blouse. The wet fabric clung to her body as if she were wearing nothing at all.

I looked down and could clearly see her already impressive figure standing out even more.

To make things worse, she would not stay still the whole way back. Every so often, she asked me to use my hand to scratch the itch again.

She kept moving around in my arms, and her chest pressed against me again and again. I felt like I was about to explode.

Emma must have noticed my reaction. She lowered her head and spoke softly, her voice shy.

"Kyle, you can't go thinking about other things. I only asked for your help because a flea got in there and it itches."

I shook my head. "Don't worry. I’m not thinking about those things. It's just a natural male reaction. It's not something I can control."

To distract myself, I started asking Emma if she had ever done anything intimate with her boyfriend. I asked her a few other things as well.

Because of how Emma was acting, many people on the road gave us knowing looks, the kind that suggested that they got the wrong idea about us.

We finally made it home. I pushed the door open and saw Emma's mother, my close family friend, Rose Lowe, hanging laundry on the balcony.

Since she was not looking at the door, I quickly carried Emma, whose legs had gone completely weak, into the bedroom.

Then I walked toward Rose's bedroom.

Afraid of making Rose suspicious, I made some noise so she would look my way. Then I casually started a conversation with her.

"Rose, a couple of days ago you mentioned that the picture frame in your bedroom wasn't installed properly. Let me do it for you."

I made up an excuse on the spot.

As I spoke, I glanced at Rose without meaning to.

Like mother, like daughter. Rose wore a tight long dress, and she was bending over with her round, full backside in the air as she hung the laundry.

The sight of her mature figure stirred me up even more.

Rose heard my words and looked over at me with a charming smile.

"Alright, Kyle. Thank you."

While she was still hanging the laundry, I walked quickly into the bedroom, searched around, and finally got my hands on the key to the chastity belt.

I told her I was going to get my tools, but instead I hurried into Emma's bedroom.

By now, my goddaughter Emma, the beautiful college student, could not take it anymore. Her legs were lifted high in the air, and she had already pulled down part of her white tights.

When she saw me come in, her face was flushed red from unbearable itching.

"Kyle, did you find the key to the chastity belt? I think the flea got inside the belt. It itches like crazy. Hurry up and open the belt. Scratch it for me."

With her tights pulled down, her two long white legs were completely exposed to me. Even the soft flesh of her bottom was right there in front of my eyes.

She lifted her legs, showing off the chastity belt, and kept wiggling her small backside.

Seeing a young girl like this, how could I control myself?

I walked over quickly with the key.

"Don't worry, Emma. I'll unlock the chastity belt for you right now and scratch that itch."

My hands trembling, I used the key and clicked the chastity belt open. The moment it came off, Emma swung both her legs up onto my shoulders.

"Kyle, I can't stand the itching. Hurry."

My head buzzed. All the blood in my body rushed to one place. I wanted nothing more than to throw myself on her.

The last bit of sense left in me told me I could not do that. Rose was right outside, and Emma was still my goddaughter. I could not be that much of an animal.

I reached out my hand and scratched where Emma was itchy.

"That feels good. Kyle, but scratch the side too."

Following Emma's instructions, I scratched hard a few more times.

Emma's face turned as red as an apple, and her body trembled even harder.

"Kyle, I think it itches even more inside."

Hearing her words, my whole body burned so hot I felt like I might burst. Was this girl hinting at something?

While I was hesitating, Emma suddenly wrapped her arms around my neck.

"Help me take off my skirt, Kyle. I want to scratch a different itch too."

I did not say anything, but my hand moved on its own. I pushed her down onto the bed and grabbed her purple bra.