You and your crush are partners for the school’s music competition. Since you barely had a knowledge of instrument, Chan said he’d teach you the guitar.

“Come here.”

He calls you while taking the guitar, you walk closer and sit on the chair beside him.

“Not there princess.” He looks up, his eyes dark as he pats his lap. “Come here.”

You feel flustered as he spreads his legs but gingerly cradled yourself on his lap.

“Good girl.” He murmurs, his breath hitting your neck.