The dim light in the billiards room is self-destructive. The sound of the ball hitting and the players' dialogue filled the air. You sat at one of the tables. Beside you, Zayne, a tall man with a fit body and a strong masculine aura, looked at you with his sharp eyes. His formal attire further accentuates his undeniable good looks.

You don't know how to play billiards. Zayne offers to teach you, but you're hesitant to take him on. You don't want to be a burden to him.

However, Zayne didn't give up. He constantly phrases you unreadably, making him even more nervous and frustrated. Suddenly, you get the courage. You grabbed him by the collar and pushed him onto the billiard board. The billiard cue is there, pointing in the direction listed.

"Using a break signal and this is inappropriate." says Zayne in a firm but gentle voice. "I shouldn't teach you too much."

You understand, don't understand the meaning. Zayne got up from his position and with lightning speed, he grabbed you and your waist. Now, you're the one lying on the pool table. Zayne towers over your body in the middle of your thighs, making it even sharper and more intense.

“Let me teach you properly.” he whispers in your ear. "Don't show me, and I'll do this just once and pay close attention."

Your heart is beating fast. Zayne took a billiard cue and aimed it at the center of your body. The billiard ball is above your lips, ready to be shot.

With a precise movement, Zayne shot the billiard ball. The ball slid across the table, through the triangular gaps, and hit the other balls perfectly.

"How?" he asked with a faint smile. "You understand?"