Summer Camp Temptation

Chapter 2

I gasped.

Franklin, however, seemed unaffected, rising and stepping back as if nothing unusual had occurred.

I looked at his indifferent expression and wondered, "Could he have not done it on purpose?"

"Your appearance is good, so you could be the squad leader."

Before I could process his words, he added, "The leader's uniform is in my dorm. Come with me to get it."

His tone was so matter-of-fact that it left no room for misinterpretation.

I followed him to the dormitory. I observed the tall white building and other instructors in their training uniforms, walking in small groups down the hall.

"Do I really need to go up like this? It feels awkward," I said.

"To save time. I have other things to attend to."

With that, I dared not argue.

As the chief instructor, he likely intimidated the other instructors, who wouldn't dare say a word.

In his dorm, he retrieved a set of leader's uniform from the wardrobe. "Try it on."

I took the uniform and went to change in the dorm's bathroom. Standing in front of the mirror, I was momentarily stunned.

The uniform was incredibly tight, with the camouflage pattern stretching and exaggerating the curves of my chest and hips, highlighting every contour of my body.

The thought of him seeing me like this made a mixture of shame, embarrassment, excitement, and anticipation overwhelm me.

The tight fit also made my chest feel constricted. But I couldn't bring myself to mention this to him…

When I emerged, his gaze assessed me.

My heart pounded loudly, each beat like a drum. ‘This is his personal space…'

As a young man with strong desires, might he, like me, take advantage of the solitude or quiet nights to indulge in his own cravings, moving and shifting his body in a bid to satisfy his lonely and yearning soul…

I looked at him shyly, his gaze almost piercing through me.

"Sir, where are we going to train?" I asked, trying to distract him.

"Right here."

He continued, "Next, I'll teach you how to march properly. As the leader, you need to be the best."

His large hand rested on my waist, guiding me to straighten my back, and then he patted my inner thigh, instructing me to lift my leg higher.

Feeling the warmth of his palm made my face flush.

Again, his hand landed on my chest, and then he lifted my hips, his touch lingering on sensitive areas that shouldn't have been touched.

I blushed furiously but didn't say anything, while Franklin's expression was serious and focused, as if he was merely doing his job.

After an intense workout and additional training, I was nearly exhausted. Combined with his inadvertent provocations, my heart raced, causing a tightness in my chest, and my legs felt weak.

Suddenly, a strong arm encircled me, pulling me closer to Franklin. I collapsed into his arms, the pleasant scent of soap filling my senses. I looked up, breathing heavily. And my face was flushed.

Franklin stared at me intently and asked, "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

I mumbled, "It's... it's the uniform. It's too tight, making my chest feel constricted…"

He undid the button on my chest, revealing a patch of white skin and a hint of cleavage.

His fingertips lightly grazed my collarbone, causing me to shiver.

"Is this better?" he asked.

"It feels a bit better…"

He fixed his gaze on my chest, which was especially pronounced due to the tight uniform. Without a bra, the protrusions were more obvious, appearing vulnerable.

"Keep going; we don't have much time. We need to focus on the training."

The training continued, but Franklin's demands became increasingly strict. His hands frequently landed on my chest and hips; and once, when he told me to tighten my abs, his hand landed directly on a particularly sensitive spot.

'Could he really be doing this on purpose?'

I thought to myself. With each provocative touch, my body grew more sensitive and I felt like I could hardly endure it.

I weakly said, "It still feels tight in my chest…"

"Then take it off for now." He guided me into the bathroom.

But removing the uniform proved difficult; it was too tight to take off alone.

After several unsuccessful attempts, I had no choice but to ask Franklin for help. "Sir, I can't get this off. Can you help me?"

The door handle turned, and Franklin's handsome face appeared in the mirror.

He pressed against my back, his arms wrapping around my waist, his large hands gripping the edges of the uniform.

His hot, rough fingertips touched my sensitive waist, causing me to flinch involuntarily.

A warm rush flowed through me with his touch…

The intimate position made my heart race and my face flush.

He guided my hands to help lift the uniform, exposing my bare skin.

I wondered if seeing me like this made him think I was rebellious for being so exposed. And perhaps he saw my body as alluring and wanted to take it?

As these thoughts crossed my mind, I felt every cell in my body heat up, desperately needing to cool down.

With joint efforts, the uniform was discarded on the floor.

A hot hand gripped my waist, and Franklin pressed his stubbled cheek against my tender skin.

With the constant encroachment of his touch, I collapsed into his arms, feeling as if one more touch might turn me into a puddle of liquid.

"There are also the pants. Let me help you with those…" His voice was hoarse and deep.

His large hands pulled down the waistband of my pants, revealing a flash of white. His long, defined fingers explored inside…

"Mr. Leigh, have you seen Dora?" A female voice called from outside—my roommate!

I stifled a moan, covering my mouth tightly.

The overwhelming shame and fear of being discovered heightened my senses, making my entire body tremble with a desire to scream and release.

I bit my lower lip, forcing myself to stifle the sounds of shame, but my body, already on edge, continued to shiver, craving deeper release.

Franklin, with what seemed like malicious intent, continued to tease the increasingly sensitive areas.

His other hand joined in, tracing a warm path from my neck down, brushing over the two protruding spots, lightly massaging through the fabric, and circling my navel. The skin he touched was burning.

I turned to Franklin with pleading eyes, only to see that his eyes were reddened, and a massive "tent" had already formed beneath his pants. Seeing my reaction, his movements became more intense, making things even more intense.

I felt like ice on the fire, completely melting into his embrace.