My Step-Uncle's Plaything

“Fuck, your lips are ridiculously soft,” he murmured—right before he kissed me again, deeper this time.
“S-Sir, wai—”
I couldn’t finish. I couldn’t even breathe properly. The drug in my system was taking over, drowning me in heat and hypersensitivity.
Why did I ever trust that demon of a manager?
“Ahh…” A helpless sound escaped me when the stranger’s hand cupped one of my breasts, his mouth trailing down my neck to my ear.
“Fuck… your tits feel amazing,” he groaned. “Tell me, has anyone else touched you like this before?”
Why was he even asking that? Didn't he know questions like that only made my body feel even hotter—worse?
“Has anyone else ever played with these?” he asked again, squeezing harder. His hand was already under my uniform—God, had he slipped it in without me even noticing? The heat of his palm against my skin made my knees weak.
“N-No one… y-you’re the first,” I said before I could stop myself.
God. I must really be losing my mind.