Chapter 1

Everyone on campus saw me as the pure, innocent college beauty.

Nobody knew that my male tutor didn’t just teach me what was in the books―he taught me everything outside of them, too.

“Is this right, Mr. Cole?”

I gasped for breath, burying my head as I followed his guiding movements.

Inside my bedroom, my tutor lifted the hem of my dress.

He whispered that he was going to teach me things I could never learn in a classroom.

1.

My name is Keira, and I’m a college freshman who has practiced ballet since childhood.

Years of dance have kept my weight under a hundred pounds. I am slender, yet wonderfully curvy in all the right places.

Among girls my age, I have an enviable hourglass figure paired with an innocent baby face. This combination constantly draws hungry stares from male classmates and jealous whispers from other girls.

Whenever I pass a crowd of guys after class, I push my chest out, sway my hips, and strut with effortless confidence.

Watching their eyes lock onto me gives me a deep sense of satisfaction.

From the moment I stepped onto campus, the guys secretly crowned me the campus belle.

Countless men chased after me, but I didn’t care for any of them.

Ever since middle school, my mother drilled into me that my beauty and body were top-tier. She warned me never to give myself away cheaply to any ordinary guy.

I held that advice close to my heart and made it my personal motto.

Yet having such high standards wasn’t always easy. Because I grew up dancing, my physical desires were far more intense than those of average girls.

Refusing to settle for just anyone, I could only hide under my blanket late at night. I would press my thighs tightly together and bite my lip just to soothe the ache inside.

Then, a month ago, a man finally appeared whom I wanted to surrender myself to completely.

He was my private tutor, Rowan Cole.

Rowan was an Ivy League graduate just three years older than me, remarkably brilliant and composed. My mother had pulled countless strings to hire him to prep me for my study abroad exams.

I fell for him at first sight.

He had a strikingly handsome, sharp face. He looked somewhat lean, but he was strong enough to scoop me up with a single arm.

One day, I twisted my ankle in the bathroom. He was a perfect gentleman, smoothing down my dress before effortlessly carrying me back to my bed.

Wrapped in his arms, I felt an overwhelming sense of security. It was at that exact moment a voice roared inside my heart―I had to have him.

Yet every time I dropped subtle hints or flirted, he completely ignored them as if he were blind and deaf.

Frustrated, I vented to my best friend, Taryn.

“You’re probably acting way too innocent around him!” Taryn said. “Men crave a little seduction. Try pushing his buttons and teasing him more.”

I thought Taryn made total sense and decided to give it a shot.

The next day, before Rowan arrived, I put on my absolute best outfit.

It was a low-cut, waist-cinching bodycon dress. Looking in the mirror, the dusty rose shade made my naturally pale skin glow even brighter.

Above my tiny waist, my full breasts sat firm and prominent, effortlessly catching anyone’s attention. My hourglass silhouette radiated pure temptation.

I dabbed perfume behind my ears. Today, I was determined to win him over.

“Mr. Cole, you’re finally here.”

I greeted him at the door. It was raining lightly outside, and he had clearly walked over because his umbrella hadn’t kept his white dress shirt from getting damp.

His defined abs peeked through the wet, translucent fabric, looking delightfully disciplined. My heart fluttered as I took his umbrella.

I noticed his gaze linger on my cleavage for a heartbeat before he quickly looked away, his ears flushing red. I was thrilled.

He was clearly just holding himself back; no man could truly resist my body.

“Is your mom not home?”

I nodded, leading him straight into my bedroom. “Nope, it’s just the two of us today.”

Rowan paused, hesitating for a few seconds before following me inside.

As soon as he sat down, he pulled out today’s practice test and told me to begin.

I put on my headphones for the listening section, watching him scroll through his phone, thinking how boring he was being.

With a gorgeous girl right in front of him, he was just staring at a screen?

A spark of mischief hit me. I stretched out my bare foot, slowly sliding it up his calf and rubbing gently against his skin.

Rowan’s eyes went wide, and he nearly jumped out of his chair. He stared at me, opening his mouth several times without finding words.

I stifled a giggle and turned my head away, pretending to be innocent.

His ears turned bright crimson, and I felt like I had just found a thrilling new game.

A few minutes later, once his composure returned, I extended my foot again. This time, I slid it boldly up toward his inner thigh.

Rowan reacted instantly, catching my foot in his firm hand. He avoided my gaze, looking too flustered to scold me.

I locked eyes with him, rubbing the sole of my foot against his palm. “Tell me, Mr. Cole... are you still a virgin?”