Be Gentler, Sweetheart

After a breakup, I went to a nightclub and employed the services of a male escort.

He turned out to be blind, so I immediately lost interest.

I was about to leave when he suddenly pulled me into the bathroom.

He revealed his chiseled abs and said in a deep, smooth voice, “Miss, I may not be able to see, but my fingers are very nimble.”

As he spoke, he slid his hand under my dress.

Call me Marina Taylor. I was a sophomore in college that year.

I grew up with a well-developed figure, and people liked to jokingly call me “Marina Melon.”

It was not something I could control. My mother made me drink milk all the time as a kid. As such, my skin became snow-white and smooth.

It almost glowed under the sun, like polished marble. My bosom, especially, resembled a couple of soft and sweet melons.

“Hey, Melon. Those are some serious curves.”

A few of my friends gathered around to tease me.

“I wish I had such assets too.”

With them staring at me, I could only laugh awkwardly.

These curves had caused me more trouble than I would have liked.

No matter how innocent or cute my clothes were, they always looked off. The way my bosom fit into them made me look too sensual and tacky.

I sighed and stared at my reflection before I reluctantly took my dress off.

Perhaps I was just meant to have a seductive style.

Suddenly, I heard a loud noise at the door.

It was my boyfriend, Austin Stone.

“Austin? What are you doing here?”

I blinked in shock when I saw him. This was the girls’ dorm, and I was not wearing any clothes.

Everyone in the hallway must have seen me!

Austin grinned mischievously and kicked the door shut. Then, he pinned me against the wall.

My hands were trapped in my sleeves. That made it easier for him to do whatever he wanted with my body.

He held my waist with one hand and touched my face with the other.

“Babe, I missed you...”

He kissed me gently as his hand slid down my neck.

I shuddered and quickly pushed him away.

“What are you doing? We’re in the dorm! My friends are still here!”

As soon as I said that, my friends turned away and pretended not to see anything.

This only made Austin more eager. “What’s wrong with that? You’re my baby...”

His unreasonable behavior annoyed me. I frowned and shoved him with great force.

“Austin! I may be your girlfriend, but can’t you at least read the room? Did you even think about how I would feel?

“You’re always like this. You never respect me.”

We ended up in a big argument. Austin looked embarrassed as he clenched his fists on both sides.

“Marina, I’ve gone out of my way to be nice to you!

“If it bothers you that much, let’s break up.”

Before I could say anything, he