Dance Lessons for a Sinful School Belle

Instinctively, I flinched in shock. Before I could even process what was happening, a rush of pleasure swept through me. I couldn't hold back a startled moan. My body began trembling, and my eyes welled up.

When I turned my head, Cameron was right in front of me, brazenly playing with my chest.

Perhaps he sensed my resistance, for he frowned. "What did you just promise me?"

I did promise him that I would do anything he said. Maybe this was one of his treatment methods. I forced my body to relax and straightened it underneath his.

Out of the blue, he pinched my buds, prompting me to shoot up as though I had been electrified. He pinned me back to the floor. "Good job."

All I wore was my thin dance outfit. When his hands brushed against my body, I could feel the direct heat from his skin. A warm, tingling sensation washed over me, and I suddenly felt a strange knot in my stomach.

Cameron's hands kept switching between kneading and pinching. My tender breasts moved between his palms in a way that I had never seen before. Soft groans escaped my throat, and the satisfied look of a predatory beast surfaced on his face.

"How do you feel now?" he asked, his head lowered.

I hadn't entirely gotten used to his treatment, so my body remained tense. "It tingles down there… and your hands are warm, Mr. Carter."

Being caressed by a man up close surprisingly felt enjoyable.

"What you're feeling is totally normal. Still, I can't help but notice your reactions. Have you ever dated anyone before?"

"N-no, Mr. Carter… You're the first to do this."

"I understand now. You've been lacking a man's affection. You should find a boyfriend soon," he said, adding more pressure as he touched me.

I reached puberty early, so naturally, I had felt certain urges for a long time. I had always wanted to get a boyfriend, but my parents strictly forbade me from spending time with guys.

"Do you usually pleasure yourself?" Cameron asked, his hand trailing down from my belly to my sensitive spot, gently massaging it.

I felt a tingling sensation between my thighs, my body burning with increasing desire. My muscles tensed from head to toe. As I resisted my growing urges, I clenched my jaw and answered, "No, never."

Cameron's gaze grew even more heated at my response. "You should find a boyfriend soon, then. Otherwise, your condition will only make you suffer."

Hearing that, I quickly sat up, as if I had seen a ray of hope. "You're right. I should get a boyfriend now."

Cameron pressed my shoulders and pinned me back down. "Finals are around the corner. Where can you possibly find a guy to date now? Besides, they can't possibly be more experienced than I am. Only I can help you overcome this."

As he spoke, he slid the straps of my bra off, revealing my pale shoulders and soft mounds. I looked at him nervously, my heart pounding and my body burning.

He seemed to see through my worries and adopted a comforting tone. "Don't worry. I'm your instructor—I'm just going to help relieve you of your troubles. Now, lie down and part your legs, just like during practice."

His hands clamped my inner thighs and pulled them apart, forcing me into an uncomfortable position.