Forced Pearl Tasting in Break Room

This summer, I found myself at the mercy of the bubble tea shop owner near campus. His rule? I had to eat exactly one hundred tapioca pearls every single day.

Our employee uniforms were infamously short—so short that the slightest bend would leave little to the imagination.

And every time it happened, that devil of a boss would grip my waist with those sinful hands of his.

"Let me check if you've eaten enough today..."

Behind the counter, I kept my head down, focusing on making drinks for customers.

But no one knew the truth—that in my ear, his voice was a low, dangerous whisper.

"Bend a little more. Yes, just like that."

And then—his touch.

My name is Jessica Valentine, a college sophomore with a secret.

Ever since starting university, my cravings had spiraled—especially my weakness for sun-kissed, athletic boys.

Every time I lingered by the basketball court, watching them play, my body thrummed with restless energy.

I could only imagine the raw power in those sculpted bodies...

Yet despite my desires, I'd never been in a relationship. There was something I couldn't admit—not to anyone.

I was hopelessly obsessed with Ryan Evans, the owner of the campus bubble tea shop.

I loved his strong arms, his sharp jawline, the way his white dress shirt clung to him as he worked.

The way his veins flexed when he shook drinks, effortless and hypnotic.

I was addicted.

To get closer to him, I made it a ritual—one bubble tea every day, no exceptions.

The best part? When Ryan smiled at me. Not the cocky grins of the guys at school, but something warmer, purer.

"Same as usual? Extra pearls?"

That little fang of his peeked out as he spoke, and my cheeks burned.

He remembered my order. That had to mean something, right?

"Coming right up."

He filled my cup nearly halfway with pearls—his own special treatment for me.

"Boss, isn't this too much?"

His smirk sent a shiver down my spine. "Not at all. A girl's body has no limits. You can handle more..."

His gaze darkened, heavy with something I didn't understand.

I just nodded, too flustered to question it.

I spent months in that shop, too afraid to confess.

But today was the last day before summer break. If I didn't act now, I might never see him again.

As I finished my drink and waved goodbye, my heart sank—until I spotted it.

A "Help Wanted" sign in the window.

A server position.

This was my chance.

I memorized the number in a heartbeat.

Maybe fate took pity on me. Maybe this was my shot.

Back in my dorm, I dialed before I could second-guess myself.

"Hello, Campus Bubble Tea Shop."

Ryan's voice.