His hands slid lightly over my thighs, teasing, sending a tingling sensation deep into my bones.

‘Push him away!' That was my second thought.

‘But what if he's completely consumed by lust? What if I resist and he tries to rape me? Or worse, what if he kills me after?'

I hesitated.

I was even shocked by how calm I was, able to think through so many scenarios in just a split second.

The man's hands fell back to his sides, and he offered a compliment without hesitation, "You've got an incredible figure. Not a bit of fat on your legs. Your husband's a lucky guy."

I stayed silent, my body gradually relaxing, unsure of how to respond.

Strangely enough, despite him touching my legs, I didn't feel particularly angry. In fact, as his hands withdrew, there was a sense of emptiness washing over me.

"I must be losing my mind. I'm actually craving this stranger's touch!" I squeezed my thighs together, muttering silently to myself again as my fingers slid down his spine, pressing gently.

In this position, I couldn't help but lean forward, my abdomen lightly brushing the back of his head, and my chest dangling over his back.

The man raised his hand and, almost instinctively, gripped my waist, kneading it gently.

"Mmph…"

It felt like an electric shock shot through me, and I couldn't help but shiver.

That area was my weak spot—especially sensitive. With just a slight touch, my body immediately gave way, turning soft and weak.

"Your waist is so slender, and your ass… so perfect."

"If I were your husband, I'd make sure you wouldn't be able to get out of bed every night."

As he spoke, his hands slid down to my backside, kneading my flesh as if he were molding dough, his touch possessive and domineering.

My hips were the part of my body I was most proud of. Even though I was no longer a young girl, they were still round and firm. Especially when I bent over, the full curve of my hips was something both my college boyfriend and my husband had always adored.

But now, those same hips were in the hands of a stranger, and the shocking thing was—I didn't resist. My body, once tense and rigid, had now become soft and pliant.