Soft Hands Carry Heavy Secrets

"Mm… Mr. Wood, this feels a little uncomfortable…"

I lay still as Ronald Wood, a well-known man from my town, guided me through what he called a 'special training' session.

His fingers were strong and precise, pressing along my muscles in a way that made my whole body tense up. It was not exactly pain, but it was not something I was used to either.

He leaned closer, one hand steadying my waist. "Does it feel strange? Don't worry. You'll get used to it soon."

My name was Jasmine Scott. Ever since graduating from high school, I had not managed to find a proper job, so I was still living at home. My mom worried constantly and kept pushing me to learn a skill from Ronald Wood.

Ronald was something of a local celebrity. He owned a high-end wellness club in the city, and a lot of families in town sent their daughters to train under him. People said even beginners could earn at least 20,000 a month.

I knew I had decent looks, with smooth skin and a good figure. I turned heads when I walked by. Especially my legs. When I wore black stockings, I could feel people staring, though I never quite knew what they were thinking.

Yet, I stayed home most of the time, rarely going out.

My mom never stopped nagging. "With your looks and age, if you don't go out and try something now, you'll regret it later."

Hence, when Ronald came back to town, she practically dragged me to meet him and begged him to take me in.

"Ronald, please. Take my daughter with you and teach her," she said, gripping his hands, almost bowing.

His gaze moved over me, slow and assessing, making me shift uncomfortably. I instinctively tightened my shoulders, feeling like he could see right through me.

"A bit sensitive," he said after a moment, sounding almost satisfied. "But that's not a bad thing. With some adjustment, she'll be fine."

My mom beamed, pushed me toward him, and left without hesitation.

Ronald patted my shoulder and opened the passenger door of his car. "If you're willing to come with me, get in."

Then he added, his tone calm but firm, "Jasmine, once you come with me, you'll need to follow instructions. No exceptions. Understood?"

It sounded like an order, yet my heart skipped for some reason. Perhaps it was out of nervousness, or it was something else I could not quite name.

I got into the car, tugging awkwardly at the hem of my clothes.

"Um… Mr. Wood, I don't really know anything. Will I be able to do this?"

"Relax," he said, one hand on the steering wheel, his voice easygoing. "We provide training. First, you just need to get used to the environment."

However, as he spoke, his other hand drifted across the center console and rested lightly on my leg.

I froze.

I shifted slightly, trying to move away, but the car was too cramped. There was