Chapter 3

Like a child who was caught with his hand in the cookie jar, I leaped to my feet. "W-What are you doing here, Tiffany?"

Feeling awkward and embarrassed as well, Dorothy sat up on the couch. Her cheeks were now as red as a tomato.

"Don't get the wrong idea, Tiff. Tom and I didn't do anything. I just wanted him to massage my chest to help with the tightness I've been feeling," Dorothy sheepishly explained.

Smiling, Tiffany remarked, "I didn't say anything, so why are you guys so nervous? Does this mean you two were up to no good behind my back?"

Dorothy and I both shook our heads at the same time, feeling panicked.

I couldn't believe I was just about to take advantage of Dorothy, Tiffany's friend! If Tiffany found out about it, would she kick me out of the house?

Dorothy was uncomfortable too. She claimed she had something to do—though it sounded like a flimsy lie—and quickly left the house.

I saw Tiffany staring after Dorothy with a distracted look in her eyes. After a while, she looked at me and asked, "Tom, what do you think about Dorothy?"

"Huh?" Her abrupt question made me even more flustered.

"D-Dorothy seems pretty nice," I stammered. "She's attractive and has a good temperament."

"Would you be willing to woo her if I tell you to?"

Tiffany's question alarmed me to no end. I didn't know what to say, mostly because I was afraid she noticed my attempt to cop a feel just now and was purposely trying to test me.

While I was busy panicking, Tiffany grabbed my hand and patted it. "Don't be nervous. Just tell me the truth."

"Please stop teasing me, Tiffany. Dorothy is your friend. I would never dare to woo her."

"You wouldn't, huh? Tell me why you've got a boner then," Tiffany commented as she eyed my lower half.

I quickly hunched over, feeling unbelievably awkward.

"My, my. Look at how big you are. You'd be better than most in bed."

Was I imagining things? Tiffany's gaze, which was still fixed down there, seemed to change.

"I'm being serious, you know," Tiffany added. "You should get Dorothy in bed. Think of it as helping Donald."

I was confused. Why would my sleeping with Dorothy have anything to do with Donald?

Tiffany sat me down on the couch before explaining, "Donald's company does business with Dorothy's husband, and her husband has a mistress. He asked Donald to find someone who could seduce Dorothy so that they could get a divorce as quickly as possible. You get it now, right?"

I nodded. Nevertheless, while I understood what Tiffany said, I didn't understand why Dorothy's husband would cheat on someone as pretty as her.

Just as I was caught up in my thoughts, Tiffany pinched my thigh. "What are you thinking about?"

I yelped in pain before shaking my head. "Nothing."

"Remember what I said to you this morning? Men should make full use of their manhood. Dorothy's husband hasn't slept with her in over half a year. As long as you put in a bit of effort, you'll easily be able to get her in bed with you. I bet you haven't done it with a woman before, right? Well, now's your chance," Tiffany declared.

Her words made me turn bright red, and my groin felt even tighter. It was both embarrassing and awkward that these words were coming from Tiffany of all people. I probably wouldn't have felt this way if someone else said them.

Seeing how still I was, Tiffany abruptly took a seat next to me, and her perfume washed over me. I'd never sat this near her before. I could even feel the warmth emanating from her body.

My heart pounded. I felt panicked once more.

"Are you scared? Feeling unsure about it?" Tiffany asked as she eyed me tentatively.

I nodded fervently. I was more than scared, actually. I was petrified. I'd never even had a girlfriend before, but now, I was being asked to seduce a married woman! How could I not be afraid?

Tiffany grabbed my hand once more. Her voice was unusually gentle as she said, "Don't be scared. She's just a lonely wife. You have nothing to worry about. Just make a move on her.

"The most effective way to get a lonely wife in bed is to get them aroused. Once she's consumed by desire, there's no stopping her. When the time comes, you won't even have to do anything anymore. Everything will just fall into place. You understand what I'm saying, right?"

I nodded absentmindedly. To be honest, my mind was in the clouds already. It kept replaying everything I heard this morning. In fact, even when I looked at Tiffany, I couldn't stop myself from thinking about how alluring her breasts were.

Alas, I didn't expect Tiffany to notice my gaze.

"Are my breasts big?" Tiffany suddenly asked me.

My heart leaped into my throat as I instinctively replied, "They are."

"Want to touch them?"

Blood was coursing through my veins. My head was ringing, but I dared not utter the response I wanted to give.

Tiffany abruptly leaned in and pressed her chest against me. Instantly, my mind went blank. I felt like I'd turned into a fool.

"If you want to, just say so. Why are you embarrassed to respond? Sexual desire is a biological instinct. It needs to be fulfilled."

I couldn't hold it back anymore. Gritting my teeth, I said, "Yes, I do! I'm dying to!"

"Hahaha. That's better. You should follow your heart. That way, you have nothing to fear. However, you can only do it to Dorothy, not me. Are we clear?"

I was hit with disappointment. Here I was thinking that Tiffany was about to offer herself to me, but she was only trying to teach me how to give in to my urges.

Honestly, I was too afraid to stick around any longer. After lying about having a stomach ache, I ran to the bathroom. I'd already gotten a hard-on when I was massaging Dorothy. After Tiffany's moves, I felt as though I'd get a hole in my pants soon enough.

Although Tiffany just taught me that overindulgence was bad for me, I couldn't hold back right now.

However, I didn't expect to find a woman's underwear hanging on the towel rack. It had to belong to Tiffany, of course. I felt hesitant and conflicted, not knowing if I should take it.

When I closed my eyes to calm myself down, I couldn't help but recall what happened earlier again. The voice inside my heart was screaming at me that it was fine. I was only going to jerk myself off. It wasn't like I was actually doing anything with her. Plus, if I missed this chance, it'd be very hard to get another.

Thus, guided by that devilish voice in my heart, I couldn't control myself. I took the underwear off the rack.