First Time Being Touched by a Man!
Oliver felt his body shudder and tremble with desire. The fine hairs all over Oliver's body bristled.
"I'm sorry, ma'am," Oliver said, not knowing what to say.
At the sound of Oliver's voice, Lydia turned her chair to face him and only covered her breasts with her arms.
Oliver's blood rushed. Suddenly, his throat felt dry.
Huhh... Oliver swallowed inwardly.
Lydia, on the other hand, looked unremarkable without feeling guilty for making Oliver's throat tingle.
"Sorry, ma'am." Oliver repeated with his palms in front of his face. Trying to shield his eyes from the sight that could undermine his faith.
"Yes, why?" Lydia asked as if she didn't understand that her actions had made people uncomfortable.
"What I meant was, please undress only the abdomen, not the whole thing." Oliver turned his back to Lydia.
This was really a dilemma for Oliver. Seen. But, if not seen, he felt it would be a shame to miss such a beautiful sight.
"Oh, sorry." Lydia quickly put on her clothes, with her face flushed with embarrassment. "Already, Mister." Lydia said finally after she put her clothes back on.
Oliver walked over to Lydia with slightly unsteady steps.
His mind was still haunted by Lydia's beautiful, smooth, and full breasts.
"I'm sorry, Mister. That was earlier. I thought I had to take my clothes off," it was obvious that Lydia was trying to reduce the awkwardness between them.
"No, it's okay. Let me start, hold on. It might hurt a little." Oliver started touching Lydia's stomach.
Lydia nodded in agreement.
With his trained fingers, Oliver began to relax the points on Lydia's stomach that felt tense.
Sweat poured down Oliver's face, forehead, and neck. He shook his head repeatedly to get rid of the image of Lydia's beautiful breasts.
Lydia closed her eyes to feel Oliver's big, warm hand on her stomach.
"Hold on, this might hurt a little," Oliver instructed before he pressed a spot on Lydia's upper abdomen.
Although she didn't make a sound, Oliver could tell that Lydia was in quite a bit of pain from the massage. Because the part of the body that Oliver had to fix seemed to have happened a long time ago and was just left without proper treatment.
Lydia felt the pain in her upper abdomen slowly subside. The pressing pain was gone and replaced with a sense of relief and lightness.
A small smile suddenly appeared at the corner of Lydia's lips. A moment later, she looked away to the side so Oliver couldn't see her blushing face.
Oliver didn't know that in Lydia's entire life, this was the first time that this part of her body had been touched by a grown man.
Since his intention was to help and he didn't have anything in mind, Oliver continued to massage to relax the tense muscles in Lydia's abdomen as he occasionally added wind oil.
"Look like it's done." Oliver removed his hand from Lydia's stomach and turned around.
Lydia reached for a tissue on the table, wiped her stomach, and pulled her clothes back down.
"How was it?" Oliver asked later.
"Yes, Mister. It's good. The pain is really gone. Thank you."
"You're welcome. For the next treatment, try to make drink warm water when you wakes up."
"Yes, Mister." Lydia grabbed her wallet from the drawer and pulled out a few notes.
"Uh, no, ma'am. I don't intend to ask for payment. I really just want to help."
Lydia's hand movement paused in mid-air for a moment. She knew that Oliver was telling the truth and not just making small talk.
"Okay. But, if I may. I have one more favor to ask of Mr. Oliver," Lydia said after putting away her purse.
"What, ma'am?"
"Earlier, I saw that Mister Oliver was able to fight against the Jack gang, who are usually the ringleaders on campus. If I may, I'd like to ask you to help my sister maintain her cafe. The problem is that lately there have been thugs asking for extortion."
"Hmmm... interesting." Oliver seemed to hesitate before agreeing to Lydia's offer.
"Don't worry, I'm not asking for this for free. I'll give you one-third of the cafe's profits if you guarantee the cafe's security." Lydia then explained how much money Oliver would get.
"That's fine." A bright smile spread across Oliver's face as the amount Lydia offered was quite large too.
"So is Oliver willing?" Lydia said, looking happy to be working with the man who had helped her.
"Yes. I'm willing."
"Wait a minute." Lydia quickly typed something on her computer.
Lydia's fingers danced nimbly over the keyboard keys.
Soon she printed out her typing and handed it to Oliver.
"This is the cooperation agreement. I'm not just saying this, Mister. It says that you are entitled to one-third of the café's profits."
'Waw ....' Oliver whispered to himself, mesmerized by Lydia's speed of work and commitment to him.
"Okay." That was all that escaped Oliver's lips before he reached for the pen on the table and signed the letter of cooperation that had already been stamped.
After signing, Oliver asked Lydia if she could give him a deposit first.
"No problem." Lydia said lightly while taking the blank checkbook from the drawer. "Is this enough?"
Oliver looked at the numbers written by Lydia. "Enough."
Lydia tore the check and handed it to Oliver.
After asking a few questions about the technicalities of his job, Oliver got up from his chair and excused himself.
Unexpectedly, it turned out that the Jack group was sitting in front of Lydia's room.
Lydia looked angry at the Jack group.
"There's no shame in you guys. Hurry up and get into my room now!" Lydia roared angrily at the Jack Group.
The Jack Group looked at Oliver with hateful eyes before entering Lydia's room.
Oliver shrugged his shoulders unconcernedly and left Lydia's room.
As he walked away, Oliver could faintly hear Lydia's voice as she scolded Jack's group. "If I see you causing trouble one more time, don't blame me if I drop out you from campus ...."
Oliver looked once more at the rectorate building before turning towards the campus clinic.
Oliver arrived at the room where Tisha's father was being treated.
"How's your dad?" Oliver asked Tisha.
"It's bad, sir. Because of Jack's gang, he still feels a tightness in his chest every time he takes a breath," Tisha said with a sad face.
"Let's take him to the hospital," Oliver said without thinking.
"No, sir. There's no need. This is enough," Tisha tried to refuse Oliver's offer.
"It's okay. That poor father of yours. Let me know what he's complaining about. Instead of being late."
Tisha refused at first. But Oliver wouldn't give up. He really couldn't bear to see Tisha's father, who looked tortured, with his chest hurting every time he took a breath.
After all, Oliver was partly to blame for this incident. If he had moved faster, Jack would not have attacked Tisha's father.
"I told Ms. Lydia earlier, and she said that all of your father's medical expenses will be covered by the college," Oliver said, deliberately lying.
Tisha finally agreed to take her father to the hospital.
After several stages of examination, it turned out that Tisha's father had suffered an injury to one of his ribs and needed surgery.
Oliver came forward on Tisha's behalf to say that Tisha's father should be treated as soon as possible.
Tisha's father was taken to the operating room.
"Sir... I don't have that much money, Sie ...." Tisha shivered next to Oliver as the operating room door closed.
"Take it easy. It's all covered by the college, Tisha," Oliver said to calm Tisha down.
Then Oliver excused himself to go to the administration room.
Unbeknownst to Oliver, Tisha followed him to the hospital administration room, and finally, Tisha found out that all the costs of her father's care were covered by Oliver with his own money.
Yes, Oliver used a check from Lydia to pay for Tisha's father's treatment.
"Tisha? What are you doing here?" Oliver was surprised to see Tisha standing in front of the administration room.
"Why are you doing this?" Tisha asked with teary eyes.
"Doing what?"
"I know that you paid for my father's medical treatment. Not the college."
"Oh that. Hehe. It's okay. You're Nancy's friend. Nancy is my wife's sister, so it's only natural that we help each other." Oliver scratched his head.
Oliver was forced to make an excuse that Tisha could understand. There was no way he could explain the real reason for helping his father.
It would be too long and complicated for a young girl like Tisha.
"Oh yeah, Tisha. Take care of your father. It's lunch break time already. I have to go back to the office."
"Yes, sir. Thank you very much. I'll never forget your kindness." Tisha took Oliver's hand and pressed it to her cheek.
Oliver had left the hospital and was waiting for a motorcycle taxi on the side of the road when a black car drove right in front of him.
Oliver looked up and saw the car. He knew immediately that this was not a good sign.
The car door opened.
Two large men dressed all in black got out of the car and walked straight toward Oliver.
Continued...