Craving You

"Did you sleep with a man?"

When my handsome and charming deskmate threw this note in front of me, my face instantly flushed red.

"N-No way!"

"Then why did your chest get bigger? Second puberty?"

My name is Charlotte, and I'm a dance student preparing for the art exams.

Two days ago, during a public class, the teacher was playing a documentary on the big screen, and my classmates were whispering to each other.

I didn't want to watch, so I hid in the back row and binge-watched my shows.

Suddenly, I felt warmth in my ear. Ethan, my deskmate, leaned in and whispered, "Hey, beautiful, I've noticed you have the biggest chest in the class."

"Of course, I'm a D cup," I said proudly, lifting my head.

Ethan clicked his tongue and then, putting on a playful smirk, said, "I don't believe you—unless you let me feel for myself."

Hearing his unabashed words, my face heated up again. "No way, pervert!"

"But I've always used you as my, you know, fantasy."

My face burned even hotter.

How was I supposed to respond to that? Should I admit that I've fantasized about him too?

Seeing that I didn't reply, Ethan poked me in the side, making me squirm. I was ticklish, but I was also worried that the other students might notice our little interaction. I whispered back, "What now?"

He leaned in closer and put an earbud into my ear. "Let me show you something fun."

With that, he unlocked his phone and pulled up a video.

Suddenly, a sound filled with passion and heart-pounding intensity came from the screen. The woman on the screen was kneeling on the bed, her body pressed beneath a strong man.

She tilted her head back, her eyes rolling upwards. Her pleading voice lacked any trace of pain, instead stirring up suggestive thoughts.