Frustration surged within Bettie. How dare Lance! She cursed herself for succumbing to curiosity. She should have dropped the act sooner!

Lance's head dipped, and he sank his kiss onto her skin.

Bettie bit down hard on her lower lip, trying to stifle the rising desire threatening to overwhelm her. A primal urge stirred deep within her, pushing her to the brink of losing control.

Goosebumps prickled across her skin, a mixture of pleasure and discomfort. The sensation was maddeningly exquisite, yet torturous.

She couldn't endure it any longer. She wanted to pretend she woke up right now. It wasn't too late, right?

Suddenly, a scratching sound shattered the tense atmosphere.

Bettie froze, her heart racing. Her silk stockings were torn, making her shiver slightly.

Then, Lance's lips descended upon her once more.

Wide-eyed with shock, Bettie's mind blanked, her body trembling uncontrollably. Her breathing quickened as the intensity increased.

No... No...

In a desperate bid to stifle her emotions, Bettie closed her eyes and clamped down on her lower lip.

For a moment, time seemed to freeze.

Then, after ten seconds of eerie silence, Bettie realized she was powerless to stop him, and a sense of anticipation washed over her.

When she was in her parents' house, she was seduced by him.

Lance removed Bettie's silk stockings and underwear.

Bettie shut her eyes tight. Her heart pounded fast as she waited for his next move.

Then, she heard him head to the bathroom.

Water noises came from inside.

Bettie figured he was pretty hygienic.

Two minutes later, the water stopped, and Lance left the bathroom.